Jaden

Chapter 3 up for your reading pleasure. I really hope you like this update and have a chance to drop me a review, it would really be nice to know what your thoughts are, if I made any errors please let me know and I will fix it. I would really like some feed back just a few lines to let me know if I am on the right track. Thank you


(Things that go bump in the dark)

Sammy grabbed the feet of the body that he and Rico where hauling out of the truck of the car. Rico tried to hold on to the upper part of the body.
When suddenly the body slipped from his hands and fell to the ground, it was difficult to get a good grip due to all the blood.

“Ohhh for crying out loud, Sammy. Look at this shit there’s blood all over the fucking truck!” Rico quickly forgot how cold he was, his temper rising had helped raise his body temperature.
Sammy looked dumb founded when the feet slipped out of his hands as well. His disgust rising as he smelled the odor from the body, and even though it was 2 in the morning and very dark, there was some illumination from the full moon, clear skies, and it helped him to see the blood seeping from the body and the plastic bag that opened up exposing it’s gruesome contents. He could also see a black pool form around the body and in the bottom of the truck.
When the body was being lifted up and out the blood had spilled over the tail end of the car. No way could they drive back with this car without being spotted by one of New York’s finest. Even in the dark of night an astute officer would notice something strange.

Now it was Rico’s turn to complain. “Fucking hell, Sammy, didn’t you close up the bag? Look at this mess!” Rico stood there with an exasperated look on his face and he held out his hands for Sammy to see how messy this really was. As if Sammy couldn’t figure it out for himself.

A look of disgust crossed over Sammy’s face and said, “I don’t give a rats ass, what you say Rico. I told you I’m not touching that thing, I told you to close the bag yourself. Where the hell did you go anyway?” Sammy looked at Rico letting him know that he could be just as pissed off as him, and sarcastically said. “Wha? Where you too busy escorting those perverts to their car or somethin, did they tip you good?”

Rico spit on the ground and said, “That did it, god dammit, Sammy I swear if you don’t help me with this shit, I’m gonna kick yer ass from here to next year. If you must know you fucking smart ass, I went to get this!”
Rico held up a disc that he pulled out from his inside coat pocket.

Sammy looked at Rico, a perfect picture of dumb ass and said, “What the hell is that?” when realization hit Sammy and his eyes got wide, “Oh fuck you stole one of the DVDs? Showing everything that happened to this poor shit? Why?”

“Because!” Rico answered in a shouted whisper, “it shows who those fuckers are, I made sure I got face shots as well and made an extra disc for us.”
Rico took a deep breath trying not to throw up, even though it was so cold tonight, he could still smell the body. It helped to rein in his temper.

Rico continued, “I’m gonna wait a few days, let those bastards relax a bit, let them enjoy their private little film. And when there’re in the middle of masturbating their useless dicks, I’ll call them and let them know just how much it will cost to keep this quiet.” Then he tossed the disc to Sammy and began to wipe off some of the blood from his hands on his black jeans. He grinned at Sammy and said, “Just think pal, we could get a lot of money and we won’t have to do this shit again for a long time.” Rico looked quite pleased with himself.

Sammy knew he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but even he couldn’t be this stupid. He looked at the disc in his hand, and looked up at Rico. With disappointment clearly on his face and then his anger slowly rising.

Sammy stared at Rico and said, “Are you fucking crazy Rico? They can’t be touched you fucking moron. These fuckers have money and power, you try to pull this off and your dead, we’re BOTH dead!” Sammy shouted he didn’t care if there was anyone around to hear him.

Rico just shrugged his shoulders not caring for Sammy’s opinion; he could smell a cash cow a mile away, this disc reeked of cash just waiting to be plucked by him. And he was going to get as much of it as he could. They both looked down at the mess on the ground anxious now to finish this.

Sammy shook his head, “Fuck Rico, this is messed up. Didn’t you even understand what they did to this poor shit? Do you have any idea what they can do to us? Did you have fucking blinders over your eyes and not see what was done to him? They fucking killed this kid Rico, and they did it just for sick fun, it had nothing to do with him doing anything to them. They did it because they could and knew they could get away with it. Can you imagine what they’ll do to us! Rico for fuck’s sake get rid of the disc, I don’t want any part of this.”
Sammy looked down at the body again, and then he looked up at Rico who was busy trying to pull out a rag from an untouched spot in the truck to finish wiping the outside of the car.

Sammy always hated it when Rico would ignore him, he watched him pulling on the rag from the truck of his car, and began to wipe his hands as if they were out on a cool breezy night, never mind that on the ground was a bloody body. In his anger he reached out and hit Rico in the arm, realizing one thing that Rico did not think of.

“ You fucking moron! When they see this disc they gonna know what you did, Je….sus Christ! Fuck! They know how to find us, he knows how to find us, this won’t work. Oh my God, Rico do you even have a brain in there?”
It dawned on Sammy about the one person who would come after them, and that is the one person he did not want to cross, he just could not understand how Rico could do something so stupid, and it frustrated Sammy that Rico continued to ignore him so he punched him harder this time on his arm.

Rico just shrugged his shoulders as he kept wiping his hand and then he began to clean up the outside part of the truck where blood had spilled over, not even bothering to pay attention to Sammy. But when he got hit again on his arm this time it hurt and he spun around on him, pointing his finger at Sammy’s face.
“Hey! Cut it out, that hurt. Fuck, you can be such a nag Sammy, your worst then a woman sometimes. Enough calm the fuck down.”

Not wanting to get into a big fight, especially at a time like this, Rico took in a deep breath and stepped away from Sammy. Both men stood there glaring at each other as if they were at the ok corral getting ready to shoot each other down. Of course it would never come to that both Sammy and Rico are best friends, like an old married couple. Sammy finally looked away and with his hands he pulled his hair back letting out a frustrated sigh. Cursing again when he realized he got some blood in his hair, Rico kept rubbing his arm and like a small child he complained that his arm hurt. To which Sammy called him a big baby and told him to shut up.

Sammy paced in a small circle where he stood and was tired, and he was really beginning to feel the cold air around him, he looked at the disc in his hand and thought to himself, [This is crazy, I can’t have any part of this shit.] he straightened up, held up the disc, and shook his head. Thinking to himself again about how Rico can be such a dick sometimes.

Looking sternly at Rico, Sammy extended the disc to him and said, “I’m done, let’s just finish this and get the hell out of here, if you’re smart Rico you forget about this bribe shit. I’m telling ya, it ain’t worth it. Those bastards will do worse to us; they’re make what they did to this kid look like they were tickling him, compared to what they’ll do to us.”
Rico just grinned in response and shrugged his shoulders, as he reached out to take the disc back; and just as he was about to take the disc Sammy got startled and pulled back his hand not realizing that he still held on to the disc.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Sammy? Gimme the disc.” Said Rico as he reached out a second time, snapping his fingers at him in irritation.

Sammy looked spooked and began to look around himself and around the area, they were standing near the river. And even though it was a clear night, with a full moon, it was getting darker and not much light from where they were standing and he really couldn’t see anything from where they drove in from. But he could have sworn he heard something.

Rico was getting angry again. He reached out to Sammy to take the disc, when all of sudden something grabbed him, something hooked Rico under his armpit and lifted him off the ground, which wasn’t easy considering all the heavy meals he enjoyed so much and he was a tall man who was overweight by 50lbs. Rico was definitely not a light weight. Whoever got him was strong, and then he looked down and could not believe what was happening.

He was up in the air at least 50 stories high and rising. For the first time Rico began to feel real fear, whatever got a hold of him was not human, and before he could make some sense of it. Something grabbed the back of his greasy hair and pulled his head back hard. Rico did not have the chance to scream, it all happened so fast and the excruciating pain in his neck was unbearable. He felt something warm dripping down from his neck to his chest and he pissed himself, the last thing he thought about was how he was going to clean this up?

Sammy was beside himself; one minute Rico was there and then, he was gone. He was scared; this was crazy how can someone just disappear? Especially someone the size of Rico, he took out his gun and kept turning around scanning the area. His hand kept shaking and it was hard to hold his gun because he still had blood on his hands. He looked down at the body thinking that somehow maybe the kid got up and ran off with Rico. Crazy, but he really couldn’t think of anything that would make any sense.
Sammy thought to himself, [shit I’m losing my mind, what happened, where'd did that jackass go?]

Sammy was shaking, but it wasn’t from being cold, in a low whisper he called out, “Rico? Rico where did you go?” “RICO!! God dammit answer me! Rico!” He continued to search around the car, he thought maybe he tripped and fell, but found nothing. As he slowly walked the area where the boy’s body had fallen earlier, he kept looking down the road as well. Nothing, no Rico, Sammy was getting real nervous he was thinking that he should just get the hell out of there. Just forget the whole thing. Surely, Rico will show up later at his place to explain what happened.

He heard a sound, a very low faint sound and looked down at the body. He could have sworn it moved. Now he was really beginning to freak out. Sammy stood still staring down at the body, pointing his gun at it and dared it to move again, but it didn’t. He realized he was breathing fast and he needed to calm down. “Get a grip, the kid’s dead, he didn’t move, just my eyes playing tricks on me. Shit where is that ass hole?” “RICO!”
Sammy was slowly losing his patience and yelled out, “that’s it! FUCK YOU! I’m leaving, you hear me? He holstered his gun and began padding his pockets for the car keys. He sighed in frustration realizing that Rico drove them out here, and Rico pocketed the keys. He then picked up the rag Rico found and began to wipe his hands and coat, he forgot about the blood and messed up his coat.
“The hell with it.” Sammy growled, “I’ll walk.”
He discarded the rag, turned away from the car and began to walk up the road they drove in on. For a busy city like New York, it was relatively quiet, near the river. He could hear the city noises from a distance, and the water lapping, and of course the ever presence of the police sirens. But it was as if someone had lowered the volume on the city.

Sammy only walked a few paces when something hard hit him on the top of his head. He instinctively covered his head with his hands, and let out a long stream of verbal threats. When he looked at his hands, there was some more blood and this time it was his blood. He was about to let loose again when he stepped on something. He looked down and saw Rico’s car keys.
Sammy blinked a few times, [how did the keys get here?] He thought to himself. He picked them up and turned around towards the car and the body when he heard strange sounds coming from that direction. He could not believe what he saw.

On the ground propped up against the car was Rico, he couldn’t tell if he was alive. Rico just sat there; his body, limp like a puppet whose strings were cut off. Then Sammy could see that someone had knelt down by the boy’s body. Whoever this stranger was, it looked like he held the boy in a lover’s embrace. Sammy cautiously moved closer his curiosity getting the best of him, he noticed that this stranger’s face was buried in the boy’s neck, no as he moved a little closer the stranger was actually speaking softly in the boy’s ear and his wrist was over the boy’s mouth.

Sammy put his hands over his mouth, trying to keep himself from throwing up. Couldn’t the stranger smell and didn’t he notice the mess the body was in? Then the stranger looked up at him and Sammy felt a horrible chill up his spine.

Sammy saw him lay the boy down gently, and he removed his coat to cover the body. Then he removed his scarf and he wiped most of the blood from the boy’s face, then he pocketed the scarf in the coat. The stranger never took his eyes off of Sammy while he slowly stood up to his full height.

Holy shit Sammy thought, the stranger’s face was handsome and he looked almost like an angel. Somehow, Sammy felt no comfort from that thought, but he felt only more fear. He just knew that something was very wrong, he should run but instead he was rooted to the ground and he felt an urge to be near this man. And it seemed that the man made him feel confusion and more fear. Sammy reached for his gun but he did not point it at the blonde man, instead he let it drop to the ground and kicked it away from himself. Sammy began to shake violently, here was the boogieman coming to get him in the guise of an angel, but deep down inside he knew that this vision was not an angel, more like the grim reaper slowly moving towards him. Before he realized it, the man was right in front of him, his face just barely a few inches from his, they were almost the same height but the blonde man was taller by maybe 2 inches.

“What the….?” Sammy never got a chance to finish what he was saying. When suddenly he felt the most excruciating pain in his neck, although the blonde man did not touch him he could feel as if someone had him by the throat, and whatever had him, it began to squeeze.