Slowly, Jack wakes up from the black dream.
– Now that we know each other, I’ll tell you what happens next.
Jackie faces the big man. Then, he talks.
– I’m leaving. THIS is what is gonna happen.
– Hm, I guess not. You are going to HELP us, actually. Didn’t you want to know what was going on?
– Hahahaha. No FUCKING way! Why should I help you?
Gnark reaches one of his pockets and takes out a picture. He tosses the small framed paper to Jack. His reaction is pure anger.
– YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU…
– Cursing ain’t helping you, Jack. Nor her. I’ll give you some time to think. Roosevelt, stop.
The driver brakes immediatly and the car drifts for a few seconds. On the backseat, Jack “fights” Gnark with his eyes, giving him a deadly stare. Gnark doesn’t seem any worried and keeps facing the small man while the driver opens the door.
Jackie is violently pulled out of the vehicle and thrown on the sidewalk. The rain a little less aggressive. The car quicly fades from his sight, but the engine roar is still clear through the storm.
“I get up from the muddy water. I’m in front of the old apartment building where I live. My arm shakes in an uncontrollable mood, much worse than back all those years. This CAN’T be happening again!”
To be continued…
nada como matar um pouco de curiosidade, e atiçar outro tanto! :D
ahiuahoiuahouahu, seu mau!
*eu te perdoo :D:D*
looking good master.
what the fuck is happening there?
I like it.
I like it very much.
Oh shit!
No comprendo nada!
Tito … donde estás el español???
puta merda, tito!
fico aqui morta de curiosidadetenho que desconectarois eu não perdoo, não..
hahahahahhaha
hahahha, nada de continuação pra essa, pelo menos, não hoje.