old and new blood::: the experiments

old and new blood is a short story I was writing but forgot about basically. I am uploading it here crowd sourcing reasons, if anybody wants to add to the story, you are more than welcome. Nothing is taboo, but nothing crazy offensive and if it makes sense or is a continuation of the original that is a plusy plus, well lets have shall we, enjoys.




Are we alone? The voice exclaimed

      "I think so" i answered. 

You think so? What the fuck does that mean?.... You think so!"   The man said irritated at the grace in which I describe the integrity of the situations security. After all, it is a seemingly empty alley, right? As I light a cigarette at the corner where the alley and the street light compromised to create this ominous location that the cars coincidentally accelerate past by quicker than usual. That is what I picked up in the few minutes standing here encapsulated in the shadows, cars beading through the damp streets waiting for the man to stop questioning my vernacular so we can get this deal done. 

 I raise my eyebrows and stare in his eyes.

" I'm alone" I lower one eyebrow and looked at him questionably .

He looks at me like I punched him in the face or something .

"You're a little fucking asshole", he said as he turned his attention to the alley and down towards the opposite end then back. 

      "Ok you got money ?!?" 

He said unassured. 

" of course" I said speeding the pace up due to the ominous factor stated before hand. He hands me what I came out there for. The thing that kept me in this dark alley for what seems like an eternality.  He fumbles through the black bag of money nervously as he looks around for any characters he deems suspicious.

" it's all hear, right?!? " he says as he looks around until are eyes meet. 

 I pause.

"Yeah!" I said annoyed at the obvious questions as he rustles through the bag of money. He nods, looks around one more time then looks at me, as he smiles I know this is one of these moments in a life were you are tested. Tested by the friction of existence, the human wager.

I sometimes feel like I think with a heavy resistance in my mind. My thoughts are quick and grey. My hands and nerves steady even in the composition of this direction my life is enveloped in. As he pulls this shiny metal object from his front of his jacket with a smile on his face. I think that's what pissed me off the most, he did not have to kill me. We could have went our seperate ways, went and bought whores, did some blow whatever, you know. This fucker was getting a kick out of ending my life, he wanted to kill me.

Stimulated by destruction on this level, I'll never understand it from a person that has been through trials. This man clearly has been through trials in his life.

His arm started to raise in a slow melodically fashion. I like to admire the determination of the human execution, when a person is really set on doing something and expects to finish. I could tell by the look in his eye as he swung his arm towards me that he had this planned out. The intention was read from the stillness of his eyes, the muscle around his eyes clutching his tortured observations. The whites of his eyes are red with old and new blood. You can tell it is not from the stress of killing me, there is a softness about them, his eyes. A complacent quality about them, like he has done this before, like he has done this before and I am not worth getting excited for. 

He is quick I suppose, at least quicker than most before him, just like the one before he won't stop until one of us is dead. His right arm a raises, I take hold of it with my extended  left arm. I could immediately tell that he knew he was in trouble, two rounds fire out from the shiny metal in in his right hand out of shear terror.  

He is reaching with his left arm towards my face with another object, another shiny object but it is sharp this time. I pull his right arm with my extended left arm with the same force as, let's say a horse would pull an empty bucket. His body, not being able to leverage the force
I generated, accelerated through air and out of the alley across the damp dark street nearly colliding with the the steel no parking sign on the other side of the road from the alley. It was only a half a click of a clock before his head crashed to the ground after his feet. Blood erupted from his head and face, his body grasping for reminence of life,twitched in error, in the darkness. 

I watched him fall to the ground across the street, I grabbed the package and picked the money up off the ground and left. For a second, I could not remember what I came there for.

    Then I remembered Angela, I met her at a truck stop on the way to Las Vegas. She was at one of those truck stops when I seen her that have a McDonald's and a gift shop and shit inside. She was buying cigarettes from a small store across from the food court. I noticed the length of her hair first. It traveled down her shoulders and arms, passed her neck and the tail of herspine , as it glowed gold through any spectrum of decent light. Her nose was pointed and strong, she got her fathers nose I assume or her mom got her fathers nose. Her front teeth showed through her slightly opened lips , she takes a breathe, bats her big eyes leading to my direction as she turns her head.

" Going to Vegas?" I stubbled through, even in this state girls still make me tingled all over when I meet them. I could tell she had a story. The visible part of her neck and chest where covered in tattoos. I see characters within the tattoos, but nothing that I can make out without focusing all my attention on her cleavage and making an educated guess as to what the covered part of the tattoo looks like. The only thing I can say for certain is the artist was very good. 

She looks me up and down.
" ...maybe..."
She smiles and says as she grabs her cigarettes and walks off. Her cut off shorts showcase her legs especially when she walks away. The indention, a feature of definition within a structurally sound aesthetically pleasing part if the body, was in her case unforgiving upon walking away. She gave on last look before she smiled and walked out the door.

I kept thinking to myself should I follow her out? Is that ok creepy? But it is a public place, well I guess if she gives me the " get away asscreep" I'll consider other options for companionship.