One shots and Random short Story's

Abandoned

The guys fist collided hard with the back of my head. I was already on the floor of the van In a pool of my own blood from the relentless hurricane of attacks. Based upon the uneven surface of the road beneath us it was obvious what this guy had been ordered to do. From what I could tell will slipping in and out of consciousness we had been driving for roughly five hundred miles give or take. That would put us slap bang in the dessert. Five hundred miles in that godforsaken heat a man's dead ever way. If they don't kill me I've got no chance in hell of walking it back to town. The situation was like a personal Armageddon

I tried to push back up on my busted ankle to give back what I owed the dilincwant standing over me. However as I got to my feet the floor suddenly stopped moving as the van we were all occupying scratched to a hult. Court off guard by the change in momentum I was slammed into the cold metal doors at the back like a kite dancing in a hurricane, No prizes for guessing that would add to my collection of Injury's if this guys didn't just kill me. Because if the is one thing the guy there working for hates its loose ends. Billy James is one of those Mafia Godfather types and I was meant to be bringing him down. More fool me.

The next thing I know I'm being thrown out the van like a piece of trash. My face hits the sand hard. Feels worse than a point blank shot to the face. Some things got to be broken. I slowly stand once more this time i'm not greeted with a fist or Van door or wall but Instead a Pistol, Colt 1911 45. acp to be exact real old school. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of begging my partner did that got the poor kid no where except 6 feet under ground.

Instead I just stand there leaking Crimson all over the Golden sand stairing down the barrel of a gun completely alone. As solitary as Death himself

"Turn round and walk son if you know what's good for ya." the man said waving the gun in the opposite direction to which he was facing. I was that punch drunk I didn't even realise the van had completely turned around. Not that you could tell as the was nothing but sand for miles probably about a week's walk in each direction if I had to guess.

I turn slowly and start hobbled towards the ridge. I could already feel the intense heat on my skin amplified by my dark clothes I wasn't dressed for the dessert . It was mid day and the sun was like a grining Red Devil bearing down on me as I aimlessly marched forward determined to get out of range of the firearm still glaring a whole in my back.

I keep re-sighting the Information I had on the case so far. The Mobsters daughter Alana. Looks like an angel but isn't to be trusted. I learnt that the hard way. Then the was the done himself Billy James. The guy court me lifting documents that would get him put away, Just like Capone. That's how I ended up her. Silent screams erupting from all my Injury's. Broken ribs, Busted ankle, and probably concision for good measure.