by Mitch Goth
The group was once again reunited in the illuminated room just off the garage. Both Hosni and Josh aimed their guns across the sea of demoralized faces. Josh separated his time between looking down his gun and down at the destroyed chainsaw by the door. He really liked that chainsaw.
“Okay,” Hosni began spitefully, “you’re all going to die now. It’s a shame in a way, I really wanted to know which one of you was the assassin and…” he mumbled through a few more grunts, but was taken off of his point as he looked over at Josh, who was looking in melancholy at the chainsaw. “Damn it, Josh,” he walked over to the saw. “Watch them for a minute, I’m putting this in the truck,” he picked up the chainsaw and exited into the garage.
For a moment Josh looked glumly at the bland door to the garage, staring off into space. His brother had bought that saw. Before he could continue on his journey of remembrance, an odd feeling brought him back to the real world. He felt a hand press up against the back of his head and another grip his chin.
In a flash his neck was broken and he tumbled limply to the floor. There, standing where he was just a moment ago, was Cady looking indifferently down at his corpse.
“Oh my God!” Nate exclaimed in shock. “He’s dead!”
“What the hell?” Mike said, bewildered.
“No fuckin’ way,” Cera shook her head.
“Cady?” Taylor mustered through a mixture of crippling confusion and fear.
“Sorry guys,” she shrugged as she turned back to them.
“Why didn’t you do that seven damn hours ago?” Cera asked agitatedly.
“I needed to wait for the perfect moment. That moment didn’t really come, so I had to settle for the last moment.”
“So the United Nations seriously has assassins?” Taylor inquired.
“Yes they do,” Cady nodded.
“How long have you been doing this?” Nate wondered, running his hands over his head in overwhelming emotion. He wasn’t near sure what to think.
“Three years now,” she guessed.
“I fucking knew it!” a voice boomed from the garage door.
Hosni stood at the doorway, gun ready and steady. He took a few steps in and Cady slid back aside her friends.
“What are you doing?” Mike asked frantically. “Do something.”
“Sorry, I’ve got nothing for this,” she replied. “I knew this would happen one day, sorry you guys had to be a part of it.”
“What the shit,” Cera threw her hands in the air, still in disbelief.
“Funny,” Hosni scoffed, aiming the gun at Cady, “I never thought it’d be you.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” she smiled at him.
Hosni cocked the hammer back and tightened his grip on the trigger. But just as he was about to fire, he paused.
“Wait a minute,” he scanned across them, “where’s the other one?”
Just then, a new sound came from the garage doorway. A low click followed by a fast hissing noise. The tension in the room was shredded by a massive noise and a blast of smoke and ball bearings. A fine mist of red sprayed across the group and Hosni (in damn near two pieces) joined his brother on the ground.
“What just happened?” Taylor wondered in horror.
A still wounded Bobby hobbled into the room, smoking blunderbuss in hand.
“Bobby fuckin’ Berrer,” Nate said.
“Sup,” Bobby nodded at them.
“Words cannot describe how disgusted I am right now,” Cera said, sickened.
“Words cannot describe how alive you are right now,” Mike smiled.
“You’re welcome,” Bobby nodded humbly. “So, that made for an interesting night. Can you believe they thought one of us was an assassin?”
“Yeah…” Nate hedged.
Bobby gave a puzzled look for a moment. But it wasn’t long before that look was replaced by a one of heavy internal turmoil.
“Guys,” he looked at the ground, “who killed the other guy?”
“Yeah…” Nate repeated.
“Guys?”
“It was me,” Cady stepped forward.
“You’re an assassin?” Bobby raised his eyebrows at this.
She gave him a small nod.
“Unexpected,” he chuckled.
“Unbelievable,” Nate added, looking at his girlfriend, still not sure what to make of the situation.
“Maybe we should talk about this somewhere else,” Cady suggested.
“I agree,” Taylor raised a hand, “I really don’t want to be here anymore.”
“Yeah,” Nate nodded, “let’s get out of here.”
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