Writing Vengeance

[Mitch]

[color=red] Well, this is a little story I wrote this up awhile ago. I have someothe semi-promising stories, but, I just typed this one on up, so I thought I'd drop it. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I'm even going to write anymore of this. I just wrote it for fun...well, enjoy.

[i]"Vengeance"(Rough)(Tentative)
By: Mitchell Smith

Teram looked up from his cigarette plastered between his lips: "What's it I gotta do?" he asked, the f ag bouncing merrily upon his tucked mouth as he spoke.

"You've gotta get that bastard that killed my brother. Gotta get him, and then some!"

"Ya sure o' this boss? Dat what ya want?" I briefly considered it all in my mind, computing it all. Going through everything, sorting it all out.

"Yes, Teram, I'm quite certain. Doncha know, nobody messes with me o' my gang an' gets 'way with it?"

"Yeh, boss, I gotcha," said Teram. My brother had been killed in my last robbery. It was a regular bank-bust, only gone awry. Another gang, one of my rivals, had slipped in unexpectedly. I had almost died, but he had taken the bullet for me. He only deserved it, as I foresaw it. I mean, he would've wanted it like this, if he were alive. I held the folder that I had piled together about the gang tightly in my hand. The Jackknifes they were called. I had found the big cheese of the gang, and all of the info about him I could obtain in my greasy, uttering grip.

"How long until you and the rest of the others hit the pay dirt?"

"Eh, well, boss, I'd hafta say 'bout a week and half at the best. Dat's even if I'm able to find 'im." I held outward the manila folder, and placed it in his reach. He snatched it way.

"That should help you, Teram. All right then, I'll expect you to report in a week-and-a-half's time. Keep in touch, O.K.?

"Yah, no problemo. Wit' luck, I'll see ya soon"

"And I wish you luck," Said I, leading him to my front door, and politely handing him his coat. I opened the door, and he stepped out. He turned around briefly:

"Ah, well, see ya 'round boss," He made a half-hearted wave.

"Good-bye, and remember, keep in touch." He shook his head, and left.

I shut the door, staring briefly out the front-door window. I had an eating sense of foreboding that seemed to scream to me that this would be the last time I would see my good friend Teram. A deep sense of it. But I whooshed it away for the time being. I had a date to prepare for.[/color][/i]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=darkred]I have to be honest. I don't like it all that much. There's no actual reason for it, I just dislike the overall product. What I do like is the rough speech. That was very well done.[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red] Eh, well, I honestly don't like it all that much either. Heh. It has no point. I'm rather dry on ideas for stories. I'm so much more a poet. But, I'll post some other sotries, and maybe try to give this some direction.[/color]