The Car An The Shotgun-Acontinuation Of The Cat And The Shotgun Bryan King
The car and the shotgun
(Continuation of �the cat and the shotgun�)
After the crazy man cleaned Jake�s remains from the floor, placed them in a black bookbag, and left the bag on the roof with a note saying:
Happy Mother�s day
From your caring son,
Jake,
he took me down stairs (not hostily, no, no he didn�t want to attract attention, but a new not to make a scene if I wanted to live) he placed me in a �66 Ford Mustang. It was the last thing I was expecting to see, with a shinny paint job, leather interior, and very nice chrome wheels. For some reason, (even though I knew I probably wouldn�t live for a few hours at the most; Jake�s death didn�t seem to bother me much either), I was in an excellent mood. I felt as if I was going to the fair: I walked with a spring in my step and a smile on my face.
�So killing people pays good these days, does it?� The crazy man (whose name I still hadn�t learned yet) seemed to pick up on my mood, and carry the flow.
�Yeah. I figure, if I�m going to torture somebody, I might as well do it in style.� A remark that only a crazy man could make.
�Well, I guess there is no better way to go than inside a mustang.�
�That�s exactly what I thought. The person that I killed for this car really had fine taste.�
He pulled the driver�s door open and undid the handcuffs.
�Okay, sweetheart, it�s time to see how go your driving skills are. Here is your license, and the registration to the car. I�ll be hiding under a blanket in the back seat, but I will still be watching you. So don�t try anything that would case Katie here to knock of another round tonight. She is already tired.� He pulled the barrel from underneath his jacket for one second, then shoved it away quickly.
I wasn�t disappointed in the least, though; I hadn�t thought of escape since he mentioned it. There was something I didn�t understand yet and I needed an explanation.
�Why are you making me drive?� Even though I asked the question in a matter of confusion, I still sat my bottom in the driver�s seat without hesitation.
�Because�I am a wanted man. The 18th most wanted man in the country at the moment, well unless they caught that bank robber in Oakland, which I hope they did because I have been waiting patiently to get that fifteenth spot and if I don�t�� He seemed to realize that had nothing to do with the question I had asked and looked a bit embarrassed (which, I never thought I would see the day where a crazy man got embarrassed) and went back to the original subject. ��you see, being a wanted man makes you vulnerable to police, and if an officer happened to be stopped beside me at a red light, (there is no telling if he has memorized all the 100 most wanted men in the country) and happens to recognize my face, I�m out of luck and out of a hobby, because, I don�t think they let the inmates kill each other in prison.� He took a breath and sighed. �You understand why I can�t drive now?� he closed the door and climbed into the backseat without waiting for an answer.
I pulled the seat back a bit, and found the keys already in the ignition. Turning the engine over, I asked: �So�where to today, sir?�
�The Park downtown.�
�It�s now 5:08 according to this clock. In this traffic we�ll be lucky to make it there by 6:00, and unless, you have an invisible button under the dash somewhere, I think the police might see us.�
�I don�t care if they see us, just if they stop. Now stop questioning what I�m saying and do it. Drive to the Park Downtown, I don�t give a damn if it take�s you �till next week, just do it.�
�Okay�gosh, you don�t have to be so hostile.� The traffic was already backed up as she turned down Gleen Street, which led straight to Downtown.
�You�re right I�m sorry, in the book I read about killing people, it said �Always treat your victims like a good child.� I�m very sorry.�
The rest of the trip was ridden in silence. Finally, at 6:01, I pulled the mustang into a gravel parking lot, and turned the car off.
�You wait up here while I get something from the trunk.� He climbed out and closed the door.
For the first time I came to realize something I knew all along:
I�m going to die today.
The end
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