Botched Job(Alex)
After stopping by her room at the bed ‘n’ breakfast to retrieve the green duffle bag containing the weapons and ammo, Will led her to a remote stretch of beach where she was able to shoot the guns without worry of bothering anybody. After about an hour or so of this they began to loose daylight; packing up the bag they decided to go for a stroll along the shore line. Again the brilliant colors of the sunset left Alex in awe. Not able to keep walking and watch the sunset, the young man found a nice spot in the sand where the two of them could sit and watch the sun sink into the ocean. The image from the little box came to mind and Alex wondered if it could show the future as well as the past. Not wanting to entertain such heavy thoughts at the moment, she relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the moment.
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Alex awoke with a start. Something had startled her out of her dreams but she wasn’t sure what it was. Straining her senses in the darkness of the room, she held her breath waiting to recognize the object of her unrest. Crash! Some where in the street below the sound of glass shattering disturbed the silence of the night. Reaching under the bed, she grabbed the duffle bag and pulled out the double barrel shotgun, shoving a handful of shells into the pocket of her shirt. Not bothering with shoes she rushed down the stairs in her nightshirt and quietly slipped out the door.
Carefully maneuvering within the shadows of the buildings she found the source of the commotion to be coming from the This ‘n’ That store a block over from Nelly’s. Standing in a doorway directly across the street from the shop she waited for the perpetrators to appear. She didn’t have to wait long before two scruffy looking characters came out with two bulging sacks of stolen merchandise. When the men stepped into the street Alex made her move, emerging from the shadows she startled the men to a halt.
“Good evening, boys.” she said calmly while aiming the shotgun at them from her hip the hammer already pulled back. “I don’t believe the store’s open right now so you might want to put all that stuff back unless you’re prepared to pay for it.”
The men started laughing. “Yea, whatever, lady. Why don’t ya go home before ya get yourself into trouble. No tellin’ what fellas like us might do to a fine piece of meat like you.”
Just then about six other men stepped out of the store. Alex held her ground not taking her eyes off of the derelicts in front of her. Not sure of the situation at hand, the rest of the gang remained on the sidewalk in front of the vandalized building. For several heartbeats nobody moved then suddenly the lowlife on the right reached for a gun hidden under his shirt. Alex fired off two shots in rapid succession without batting an eye. While the two foolish thieves fell in slow motion to the pavement, the cowgirl chambered two more cartridges, her attention now on the men in front of the store.
“You all drop whatever you’ve taken out of the store and head on back to where you came from. We don’t want your kind around here.” The pathetic lot weren’t sure what to make of the girl. Conversing amongst themselves they debated on what to do. Several of the foul men began to raise their voices while gesturing wildly at the dead bodies lying in the street. After a few more angry words, they came to the conclusion that their fun play wasn’t worth their lives. Doing as they were told, they dropped the stolen items to the ground and walked away dejected and humiliated.
After she was sure that they were gone, Alex lowered her rifle and took a deep cleansing breath. The hidden bystanders began to divulge upon the crime scene. Her actions were met with nods of approval and hearty pats on the back. Feeling uncomfortable with all of the attention, Alex excused herself from the crowd and retreated to the sanctuary of the B&B.
Nelly stood in the doorway with her bathrobe pulled tightly across her large bosom, her eyes contradicting the smile on her face. “Come in dear,” she said bustling the partially clothed girl into the house. “you should really wear something warmer next time. You’ll catch your death running about like that.”
Alex smiled after the kind woman as she hurried off to the drawing room to retrieve a throw that she affectionately wrapped around the shivering girl. Gently, the short woman guided her guest up the stairs to room 3 as if she were a sick child instead of a woman who had just killed two men.
“Will you be alright in here on your own, dear? I’d be more than happy to stay with you if you need me to.” Tears glistened in Nelly’s eyes and she blinked rapidly to keep them at bay.
“I’ll be fine, Nelly. I’ve done this before.” Giving the owner what she hoped was a reassuring smile Alex closed the door to her room. Going over to the desk she turned on the little lamp and proceeded to disarm and clean the shotgun before going back to sleep. Even though she had taken lives before, she still couldn’t seem to steal herself against the emotions that threatened her sanity. She felt as though she was being pulled in two directions, one side being the woman that she was who knew right from wrong; the other side being the killer that she had become who didn’t shed a tear when a man fell down dead because of her bullet.
Not wanting to fall asleep with such perplexing issues on her mind, she reached for the little box on the nightstand. However, when she opened it she did not see the couple sitting on the beach, instead, they were dancing around a beautiful ballroom smiling and laughing while people stood around the edge of the room watching. Feeling her tension ebb away, Alex closed her eyes allowing sleep to steal upon her like a thief in the night.
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Alex awoke with a start. Something had startled her out of her dreams but she wasn’t sure what it was. Straining her senses in the darkness of the room, she held her breath waiting to recognize the object of her unrest. Crash! Some where in the street below the sound of glass shattering disturbed the silence of the night. Reaching under the bed, she grabbed the duffle bag and pulled out the double barrel shotgun, shoving a handful of shells into the pocket of her shirt. Not bothering with shoes she rushed down the stairs in her nightshirt and quietly slipped out the door.
Carefully maneuvering within the shadows of the buildings she found the source of the commotion to be coming from the This ‘n’ That store a block over from Nelly’s. Standing in a doorway directly across the street from the shop she waited for the perpetrators to appear. She didn’t have to wait long before two scruffy looking characters came out with two bulging sacks of stolen merchandise. When the men stepped into the street Alex made her move, emerging from the shadows she startled the men to a halt.
“Good evening, boys.” she said calmly while aiming the shotgun at them from her hip the hammer already pulled back. “I don’t believe the store’s open right now so you might want to put all that stuff back unless you’re prepared to pay for it.”
The men started laughing. “Yea, whatever, lady. Why don’t ya go home before ya get yourself into trouble. No tellin’ what fellas like us might do to a fine piece of meat like you.”
Just then about six other men stepped out of the store. Alex held her ground not taking her eyes off of the derelicts in front of her. Not sure of the situation at hand, the rest of the gang remained on the sidewalk in front of the vandalized building. For several heartbeats nobody moved then suddenly the lowlife on the right reached for a gun hidden under his shirt. Alex fired off two shots in rapid succession without batting an eye. While the two foolish thieves fell in slow motion to the pavement, the cowgirl chambered two more cartridges, her attention now on the men in front of the store.
“You all drop whatever you’ve taken out of the store and head on back to where you came from. We don’t want your kind around here.” The pathetic lot weren’t sure what to make of the girl. Conversing amongst themselves they debated on what to do. Several of the foul men began to raise their voices while gesturing wildly at the dead bodies lying in the street. After a few more angry words, they came to the conclusion that their fun play wasn’t worth their lives. Doing as they were told, they dropped the stolen items to the ground and walked away dejected and humiliated.
After she was sure that they were gone, Alex lowered her rifle and took a deep cleansing breath. The hidden bystanders began to divulge upon the crime scene. Her actions were met with nods of approval and hearty pats on the back. Feeling uncomfortable with all of the attention, Alex excused herself from the crowd and retreated to the sanctuary of the B&B.
Nelly stood in the doorway with her bathrobe pulled tightly across her large bosom, her eyes contradicting the smile on her face. “Come in dear,” she said bustling the partially clothed girl into the house. “you should really wear something warmer next time. You’ll catch your death running about like that.”
Alex smiled after the kind woman as she hurried off to the drawing room to retrieve a throw that she affectionately wrapped around the shivering girl. Gently, the short woman guided her guest up the stairs to room 3 as if she were a sick child instead of a woman who had just killed two men.
“Will you be alright in here on your own, dear? I’d be more than happy to stay with you if you need me to.” Tears glistened in Nelly’s eyes and she blinked rapidly to keep them at bay.
“I’ll be fine, Nelly. I’ve done this before.” Giving the owner what she hoped was a reassuring smile Alex closed the door to her room. Going over to the desk she turned on the little lamp and proceeded to disarm and clean the shotgun before going back to sleep. Even though she had taken lives before, she still couldn’t seem to steal herself against the emotions that threatened her sanity. She felt as though she was being pulled in two directions, one side being the woman that she was who knew right from wrong; the other side being the killer that she had become who didn’t shed a tear when a man fell down dead because of her bullet.
Not wanting to fall asleep with such perplexing issues on her mind, she reached for the little box on the nightstand. However, when she opened it she did not see the couple sitting on the beach, instead, they were dancing around a beautiful ballroom smiling and laughing while people stood around the edge of the room watching. Feeling her tension ebb away, Alex closed her eyes allowing sleep to steal upon her like a thief in the night.
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