by Edward Crae
It was an ugly head. Probably some crackhead or super whore that hung out in the alleys looking to give handjobs for a rock or two. Fucking whores. He wondered if the head could eventually work its way toward him using its tongue. That would be cool. It would be like that scene in The Thing when the head sprouted spider legs and walked away.
He chuckled again.
The head was suddenly skewered with a large knife. The knife was connected to a fist. Another hand came down to hold the head still as the knife was pulled out. Then, he saw some boots. They were nice boots; black leather and worn. He liked boots.
A hand pushed his shoulder roughly, rolling him over onto his back. A face appeared above him. It was a sexy face; dark brown with burgundy-colored lips, chestnut brown eyes, and a… scarf? What was that? A do rag? It was a black girl, a pretty one. A badass-looking one. She was smiling crookedly but pleasantly, cocking her head to the side.
“What the hell happened to you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I… I blew myself up,” he mumbled.
She grinned, nodding. “Well, that didn’t work, did it?”
He blinked his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating. He wasn’t.
“My name is Toni,” she said. “What’s yours?”
He struggled for a moment, but eventually remembered…
“Jake…” he said. “My name is Jake.”
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
