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Death Has Its Heart in the Right Place

March 14, 2009
By Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Looking down the barrel of a gun is a strange feeling, but after staring into Death's dark face so many times, Jack had become accustomed to the tickles and prickles that run across your spine. It had become a familiar, a common, an ordinary feeling. He almost liked it, the sensation, of Death looming about, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. To him, it was intoxicating. It made his heart race, his blood pump and adrenaline run. It was like being in love for the first time, and the last. Yet every time that the Reaper swung his scythe on the mob boss, he always seemed to stop, never finishing the job. It was as though he, Death, took pleasure in seeing Jack sweat under his blade. They both enjoyed the mad thrill, but it seemed that this would be the last time they would saviour it.
Bang! The thunderous roar of the gun shattered the calm night. It was over.
'Here. You can keep it,' the assassin tossed the smoking gun onto Jack's cold lap.
A sinister smile cut the killer's face. Raising his chin proudly, as a young boy does after winning a prize, the mercenary turned around slowly, savouring his victory. Now all he had to do was collect his pay and live comfortably on some exotic island for the rest of his life, without worries, without problems, without necessities, without ' Bang! A second shot.
The assassin's knees broke under the pain. One moment he was savouring glory and the next he was savouring the bitter sweet taste of warm steel, the killer kiss of a bullet. On all fours, he lifted his trembling hand up to his chest: his shirt was soaked in blood that was spewing out on both sides of his trunk. He was cold, weak, in pain. Frozen sweat poured down his face as his insides burnt in anguish.
Writhing on the floor with no strength at all, he turned around to see who the shooter was. Behind him, sitting in the same leather-cushion seat he had been sitting when the assassin came in, Jack sat. The only difference was that now his right arm was outstretched with his fingers curled around the gun. His eyelids were heavy upon his red eyes, but he still maintained them wide open.
'No ' Impossible ' I shot you ' I shot you in the heart.'
Jack licked his lips and explained slowly, enjoying every word, 'I am dextrocardi-ac.'

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bon j said...
on May. 20 2010 at 6:42 pm

on May. 19 2010 at 6:02 pm
jessicamuehleisen BRONZE, Dalton, Georgia
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that was amazing!!!!!!

peter said...
on May. 19 2010 at 5:29 pm

JessieB SILVER said...
on May. 19 2010 at 2:37 pm
JessieB SILVER, Elkton, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
an eye for an eye, and the whole world goes blind~Ghandi

I love it(:

Check some of my work out please(: <3

rod s said...
on May. 19 2010 at 10:18 am

timy said...
on May. 18 2010 at 12:26 pm

on May. 17 2010 at 7:26 pm

Jonny Deep said...
on May. 16 2010 at 5:38 pm
Very deep!

cloe c said...
on May. 15 2010 at 10:08 am

on May. 13 2010 at 6:52 am
Moonlight14 PLATINUM, Mechanic Falls, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
'To love is to destroy' - The Mortal instruments
If you can't see the bright side of life, polish the dull side.
What the French, Toast?!

awesome twist. I wasn't expecting that. In fact, I had to look up dextrocardiac. :P

patrick g said...
on May. 13 2010 at 4:39 am
Colosal, my friends!

on May. 13 2010 at 12:37 am
makemelegendary BRONZE, Prescott Valley, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
"Open your eyes, look within. Are you happy with the life you're living?" -Bob Marley

Wicked word choice! I love your descriptive style(: Keep writing!

Rod Stewart said...
on May. 12 2010 at 8:22 pm

on May. 12 2010 at 3:39 pm
dancingirl BRONZE, Snohomish, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.”

This was an amazing piece. I love all the language that you use. It makes my hands tremble and my spine vibrant. The title was phenomenal. I would really like to hear more.

lulu gray said...
on May. 11 2010 at 2:07 pm

Willy said...
on May. 11 2010 at 5:32 am
WOW, this is a nice story!

on May. 10 2010 at 7:34 am
A head to write, a heart to fight.

nina chez said...
on May. 9 2010 at 7:22 am
It is very vey good!

on May. 8 2010 at 9:24 am
MusicIsLife013 SILVER, New York, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me
As you're longing to sing" -AFI

"Here we go again, I kinda wanna be more than friends, so take it easy on me I'm afraid you're never satisfied." -Neon Trees

this is really good!! check out some of my work, please :)

marc said...
on May. 6 2010 at 1:51 pm
Impossible, doesn't exist!