Faux Leather | A flash fiction story
10 of 💯
The two breathless men stepped out to the dark alley and banged the door behind them.
“Thanks,” one of them said between breaths, his hands on his knees, his glasses sliding down his thin nose. He was a lot older than the other one. “You really saved me back there.” He pulled as much of the rancid air as he could into his lungs, trying to ignore the smell. “I don’t even know who you are.”
“Let’s keep it that way,” Agh said, considerably less out of breath. He put his gun away and reached inside his purple faux-leather jacket. “Toothless Dino’s is pretty packed. We have a couple of minutes before A.S.S. notices we’re not in there anymore.” He pulled out a different gun-like device.
“A.S.S.?” the man asked, still breathless. “Ass?”
“Atlanta Security,” Agh explained while he pulled something else from a different pocket and screwed it to the tip of the device. “I add an extra ‘S’ of my own volition.” He smiled.
The man gave him a confused look over his glasses, hands still on his knees. “Why are they after me?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Agh finished preparing the device and pressed it against the side of the man’s neck, his finger on the trigger.
The man’s whole body froze, except for his hands which he raised awkwardly over his curved body in a desperate please-don’t-hurt-me manner. “What are you doing?”
“This is gonna hurt,” Agh said and pulled the trigger.
The man fell to the ground, his face against a puddle of rainwater and piss and general nastiness.
Agh removed the tip and threw it away to the side. “Put ice on that for the next couple of days.” He pocketed the device.
The man screamed, his hand on his neck, his glasses broken. “What the hell?”
“You can’t be tracked by Atlanta Inc. now, that’s the hell. And you’re gonna have a cool scar like this one.” Agh pulled down the tall collar of his fur-lined jacket and showed him a scar like a rudimentary drawing of a sun. “You better cover that.”
The man turned on the floor, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched. “Why are you doing this?”
Agh adjusted his purple jacket and put his hands in the pockets. “Same reason people do anything on this planet: someone paid me to.”
He turned and walked toward the bustling sidewalk. “I’d run now if I were you.”
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