Post by Creative on Oct 23, 2006 15:15:55 GMT -5
This is a story about an ex gangster who finds himself in a desperate situation and decided to pull of one last job...
For Old Time's sake
The rooftops of the stone houses were topped with glistening white snow, which also blanketed the ground.
Jack's shoes on the crisp snow were the only sound.
But, suddenly, the slence was shattered by the sound of gun-fire. Someone was aiming for Jack Fever (32), but fortunately for him, they were a rotten shot and the deadly bullets missed their terrible aim.
Jack raced round the side of one of the houses in this leafy London sub-urb, and pulled the pistol from his trouser pocket. carefully peering around the corner, he fired, with deadly accuracy. Jack's pursuer collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest.
After checking the coast was clear, Jack put on ruber gloves and retreived the body then crammed it into a large hold-all. Leaving the hold-all on the ground with the zipper shut tightly, he brought a bottle of bleach and a sponge scourer from his car. He scrubbed away any trace of blood and managed to cram the bloody sponge and bleach into the already packed hold-all.
Then he got a brand new shovl and a plant from his car and waited at the bus stop - he didn't want any trace of the crime in his car. The brand new shovel and plant were to make it look as so he had visited a garden centre, though the shovel would later be used to dispose of the body.
After catching not one, but two buses, Jack finally alighted at the bus terminus and headed off to a filed which was almost hidden from view by the crab-apple trees which surrounded it. After burying the body in the field, Jack unpottd the plant and planted it in the spot where the body was buried- to anyone that stumbled upon the burial ground, it would look like the ground was dug to plant the large plant.
Jack sighed. But this was part of his life - as a gangster. Still the bank raids and the money from people who dared to cross him (who would meet their terrible fate looking down the barrel of a gun) paid a lot.
Of course one day he'd give all this up. He'd miss the money of course, but one day he'd settle down.
Now here jack was 30 years later, having finally given up his old crime-ridden lifestyle. Now living with his wife, Marion and his five year old son Reece, he lived in a cottage on the Isle Of Wight, a long way from London.
Whenever he could, he would spend his spare time writing romance novels or taking his son to the beach.
He sent the manuscripts off to various publishers but never heard anything back. Still, it was a hobby he enjoyed, and that was what mattered.
Jack's job nowadays was working in an office. It didn't pay too much, but it paid the bils, and it was one thing that his old job never was - it was legal.
One day, Jack came home from work early, with a dejected look upon his face.
"What's wrong?" Marion asked with concen.
"It's my job," Jack replied sadly, "The company's gone bust. We're all out of work."
The following morning, Jack retrieved the post from the hallway.
After scanning the letters, Jack muttered "Bills. How are we going to pay them?" (His wife didn't work.)
Little reece went up to his bedroom and brought down his piggybank and utered the words that broke Jack's heart: "Use my money, daddy."
Later that day, the tlephon rang. Jack picked up the reciever, "Hello." he said.
"Hi Jack, long time no see." a voice said.
"Den!" Jack said with a hint of surprise, "Is that you?"
"Yeah,how ya doing?"
"Not good," Jack replied truthfully, "The company's gone bust and I've more bills than money coming in. I owe nearly 15 grand."
"I er, may be able to help you with that," Den said, "I'm planning a raid here in London..."
"Oh no," Jack replie, "I can't. I gave all that up a long time ago. I can't."
"Oh well, it's our choice. Nice speaking with you..."
"Wait" Jack said before Den could put the reciever down, "I'll do it..."
When Saturday finally came, Jack set out to catch the ferry "I'm going to meet an old friend," he had told his wife, not without a hint of truth, "Won't be back till Monday night."
When he arrived in London, jack booked into a hotel for a couple of nights.
When Monday came, he went to meet Den at the local park bench.
"Here," Den whispered, handing him a balaclava, "You'll need this."
"NOBODY MOVE!" Jack shouted pointing a pistol at the cashier while Den kept guard of the customers, "Give me all your money!"
The terrified cashier emptied a large sum of money into a bag and hnded it to jack. Jack turned, still holding the gun.
But suddenly, without warnin, the trigger slipped and pierced through the skull of a customer who was sitting on the floor.
With the other ustomers screaming, Jack and Den fled into Den's car and sped off.
Later, after sharing the procceeds of a dishonest days work, the partners in crime parted.
The following day, Jack was reading the paper when he gasped - the person he'd accidently shot had later died in hospital, leaving behind a wife, a baby girl and a 2 year old boy.
Jack held his head in his hands - he hadn't meant for this to happen - an innocent bystander had been killed, by Jack.
Sobbing, he raced out of the front door.
Finally, at the cliff-face, he hesitated before throwing himself onto the jagged rocks below.
Two days late, his body was found, leaving Marion heartbroken and a young child without a dad.
The next day, a letter arrived for Jack. Wiping away tears, marion tore it open. She sat down on the hallway carpet near the front door and read it carefully between despertae tears.
She disovered it was an acceptance letter for Jack's last novel, "Love On The Rocks".
She turned to page two of the letter, and something fell out. Picking it up from the floor, Marion noticed it was a cheque for £30,000.
The End
For Old Time's sake
The rooftops of the stone houses were topped with glistening white snow, which also blanketed the ground.
Jack's shoes on the crisp snow were the only sound.
But, suddenly, the slence was shattered by the sound of gun-fire. Someone was aiming for Jack Fever (32), but fortunately for him, they were a rotten shot and the deadly bullets missed their terrible aim.
Jack raced round the side of one of the houses in this leafy London sub-urb, and pulled the pistol from his trouser pocket. carefully peering around the corner, he fired, with deadly accuracy. Jack's pursuer collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest.
After checking the coast was clear, Jack put on ruber gloves and retreived the body then crammed it into a large hold-all. Leaving the hold-all on the ground with the zipper shut tightly, he brought a bottle of bleach and a sponge scourer from his car. He scrubbed away any trace of blood and managed to cram the bloody sponge and bleach into the already packed hold-all.
Then he got a brand new shovl and a plant from his car and waited at the bus stop - he didn't want any trace of the crime in his car. The brand new shovel and plant were to make it look as so he had visited a garden centre, though the shovel would later be used to dispose of the body.
After catching not one, but two buses, Jack finally alighted at the bus terminus and headed off to a filed which was almost hidden from view by the crab-apple trees which surrounded it. After burying the body in the field, Jack unpottd the plant and planted it in the spot where the body was buried- to anyone that stumbled upon the burial ground, it would look like the ground was dug to plant the large plant.
Jack sighed. But this was part of his life - as a gangster. Still the bank raids and the money from people who dared to cross him (who would meet their terrible fate looking down the barrel of a gun) paid a lot.
Of course one day he'd give all this up. He'd miss the money of course, but one day he'd settle down.
Now here jack was 30 years later, having finally given up his old crime-ridden lifestyle. Now living with his wife, Marion and his five year old son Reece, he lived in a cottage on the Isle Of Wight, a long way from London.
Whenever he could, he would spend his spare time writing romance novels or taking his son to the beach.
He sent the manuscripts off to various publishers but never heard anything back. Still, it was a hobby he enjoyed, and that was what mattered.
Jack's job nowadays was working in an office. It didn't pay too much, but it paid the bils, and it was one thing that his old job never was - it was legal.
One day, Jack came home from work early, with a dejected look upon his face.
"What's wrong?" Marion asked with concen.
"It's my job," Jack replied sadly, "The company's gone bust. We're all out of work."
The following morning, Jack retrieved the post from the hallway.
After scanning the letters, Jack muttered "Bills. How are we going to pay them?" (His wife didn't work.)
Little reece went up to his bedroom and brought down his piggybank and utered the words that broke Jack's heart: "Use my money, daddy."
Later that day, the tlephon rang. Jack picked up the reciever, "Hello." he said.
"Hi Jack, long time no see." a voice said.
"Den!" Jack said with a hint of surprise, "Is that you?"
"Yeah,how ya doing?"
"Not good," Jack replied truthfully, "The company's gone bust and I've more bills than money coming in. I owe nearly 15 grand."
"I er, may be able to help you with that," Den said, "I'm planning a raid here in London..."
"Oh no," Jack replie, "I can't. I gave all that up a long time ago. I can't."
"Oh well, it's our choice. Nice speaking with you..."
"Wait" Jack said before Den could put the reciever down, "I'll do it..."
When Saturday finally came, Jack set out to catch the ferry "I'm going to meet an old friend," he had told his wife, not without a hint of truth, "Won't be back till Monday night."
When he arrived in London, jack booked into a hotel for a couple of nights.
When Monday came, he went to meet Den at the local park bench.
"Here," Den whispered, handing him a balaclava, "You'll need this."
"NOBODY MOVE!" Jack shouted pointing a pistol at the cashier while Den kept guard of the customers, "Give me all your money!"
The terrified cashier emptied a large sum of money into a bag and hnded it to jack. Jack turned, still holding the gun.
But suddenly, without warnin, the trigger slipped and pierced through the skull of a customer who was sitting on the floor.
With the other ustomers screaming, Jack and Den fled into Den's car and sped off.
Later, after sharing the procceeds of a dishonest days work, the partners in crime parted.
The following day, Jack was reading the paper when he gasped - the person he'd accidently shot had later died in hospital, leaving behind a wife, a baby girl and a 2 year old boy.
Jack held his head in his hands - he hadn't meant for this to happen - an innocent bystander had been killed, by Jack.
Sobbing, he raced out of the front door.
Finally, at the cliff-face, he hesitated before throwing himself onto the jagged rocks below.
Two days late, his body was found, leaving Marion heartbroken and a young child without a dad.
The next day, a letter arrived for Jack. Wiping away tears, marion tore it open. She sat down on the hallway carpet near the front door and read it carefully between despertae tears.
She disovered it was an acceptance letter for Jack's last novel, "Love On The Rocks".
She turned to page two of the letter, and something fell out. Picking it up from the floor, Marion noticed it was a cheque for £30,000.
The End
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