The people around me were either screaming or burning up on account of the explosion. My head was ringing and I immediately flashed back to the chain of events that caused this.
It was a quiet night out near little Haiti, the girls were quite fine and some even pretended to be interested in my ugly sea-blue hawaiian shirt. I was recently new to town my only friend being a coke addicted lawyer, thought taking in the nightlife would be a nice change from sitting in my mould pit of a hotel room.
Love fist had just begun to play as I entered the seventh bar I had been in thisevening, it wasn’t until a second look that I had walked into what seemed to be a gay bikers bar. It was brimmed with men in leather and the occasional candy boy. Fuck it. I was going to stay here until I walked away with something that vaguely resembled a woman.
It hadn’t been long until I had even grown frustrated with this place. Leaving and heading back to my car kicking myself for how lonely I would be tonight a taxi screeched into a parking space and the driver left it there. I walked over to inspect the vehicle, it’s paint had been worn down by the salt and general age. The leather was split in parts and inside it smelt like an ashtray.I looked back on thisevenings events and decided theft and drink driving was something I needed on my record.
I pulled round the front of a random bar and waited. The neon glow from the failing neon light pervading into my newly acquired chariot of sin. My first “customer” had arrived for the evening. Starting the car flawlessly even under the influence we started off to where I wanted the night to lead. She was short but it didn’t take away from her appearance as she had nice breasts, her hips quite large. She had begun to talk about how her night went and how her boyfriend would be expecting her home soon, this became static as I saw the screwdriver on the dashboard. I began to hurry, surely they must have noticed the cab was gone and reported it, I took it off road.
“Where are you taking me” She said surlily through an obvious attempt to hold whatever vomit she was building.“Someplace special, I’ll charge you nothing for it” I hoped to god I still had an accent.
She stayed quiet the rest of the trip either trying to work me out or she had passed out. I was going to get what I wanted. I halted the car in the middle of the beach and turned the engine off.
“Why’d you stop” She inquired.
I got out and opened her door, screw driver in my back pocket.
“Get out” I replied, showing no hints of nerves since the alcohol had washed most of it away. She did as asked, she had realised she was powerless.
She asked another question “are you going to hurt me”.
I saw no reason in lying. “Yes but after I do my business.”
She had seemed to surrender after hearing those words she followed my commands as she bent over the taxi and I took away her innocence. When I finished I reached into the back of my pocket and stabbed her through the back of the throat.
She made a sick gagging sound as she bled out onto the sand. She wandered in a circle before collapsing to the ground spread eagled. I took the money from her pockets for the cab fare. there were sirens in the distance, I panicked and swam into the ocean so as to leave no tracks nor trace that I had been there. I slept well that morning. The adrenaline rush of it all had exhausted me.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of spanish singing coming from my neighbour, Hermes room. It had pissed me off and I was halfway through a glass of tomato juice when it all came flooding back. I immeadiately threw up in disgust but then realised I no longer felt tense or alone. Suddenly I was the apex predator in a world that fought so hard to reject me. I decided to do it again.
I put on the same shitty clothes I wore the night before, maybe it had a foreign look to it that made it more convincing I drove cabs. I walked up to a cab driver and payed him handsomely to “lose” his car for the day. Driving along the beach I looked out at the crime scene or as it was in my savage eyes a hunting ground. I was hailed by a young man in red trunks, his Bob Marley necklace did nothing to make me favor him.
Driving back toward the uptown where he had requested I pulled up in an alley and suggested the same thing. I had bought a hammer this time. I didn’t ask for sex this time around I asked him to get out and hold onto the door. I hit him hard a gash appearing on his forehead and subsequently he fell over the car door which had snapped off after years of rust and busy fare taking. He had stumbled and a second swing to the back of the skull had fixed it all. A loud shriek careened into my ear. Turning my head sharpely I noticed a woman in her thirties was screaming and pointing at me.
Leaping over the car into the drivers seat, adrenaline fueling every move I made. I accelerated into the street crashing into another. I fought for the wheel and it fought harder eventually flipping the car right onto its roof. It rolled for awhile throwing me around like a used doll. I hadn’t put a seatbelt on and I had fallen out in the carnage. I had begun to get up when the impact knocked me to the ground and unconscious.
I had gotten upto my feet after all this thinking and listened as the sirens pulled in to take me away.
OMG ROFL.
