Untitled by Marcellus Fairley
once there were two brothers, Alex and Allan. They lived in the deep south of a remote town. The town wasn’t very big—only 400 people lived there—however, both boys had made countless enemies, human and nonhuman. In the north, there were enemies who planned to murder both boys in coldblood with the weapons of choice: a 12-gauge shotgun, a twenty-pound hatchet, and finally, a silenced Colt .22 revolver. They were waiting to ambush Alex and Allan, who were driving home after school in a 2012 Dodge Charger with gold-plated rims and a souped up, nitro-powered engine. They hit a red light at Hancock Avenue, two miles away from the intended ambush site. Alex asked Allan, “Brother, it sure is nice to have this awesome car isn’t it?” Allan replied, “Yeah, glad dad got us this for our 18th birthday.” Their dog Luffy sat in the back whining, sensing danger ahead, but both boys ignored luffy. Allen said, “Luffy, chill out. We’ll be home in about thirty-four minutes. Then we will be at our awesome new mini mansion. It’s not far.” Luffy looked at Allen, concerned about her owner’s oblivious attitude. About two minutes later they reached the ambush site. Suddenly, a shotgun slug ripped through Allen’s left leg, and he screamed in pain. Alex slammed on the gas. Allen looked back in horror. He saw Luffy in the back. Luffy had been hit by the twentypound hatchet. He broke out in tears. They had Luffy for four years, and she was reaching her fifth birthday. To see her dead in the back demolished any hope he had left. Suddenly, behind the Charger came an older model car, a 1950 Ford Mustang. Inside they could see the assailants. A reptilian-like human was driving the car, holding the silenced Colt in his brown, scaly claws. On the lizard-like figure’s left was a long, lanky figure with horrifying long fingers, yet the shotgun fit in his long lanky fingers. In the back of the Mustang sat a spider, femine in look, arming a large .50 caliber machine gun on the back of the car with five whole ammo crates. Alex and Allan realized never to use a Ouija board ever again. Both boys were never seen again. ***** To Walk in My Shoes
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