Getting Attached
A muffled voice can be heard through the garage door encrusted with chipped paint and dirt. Dim light spills through smudgy windows. Inside, Willis Macer paces back and forth as he speaks to the person sitting in the chair below him. As he walks, a 9mm sways loosely between his fingers and thumb. As his right hand supports the firearm, his left gestures thoughtfully in time with his voice.
"I'm glad you've read the book and seen the movie, you know, because a lot of people have just seen the movie. In my opinion, the book does a great job of explaining the protagonist's psyche. You don't get a lot of that in the movie."
The man in the chair has rope at his feet. Rope also lies on his lap where it previously bound his hands to the arms of the chair. The skin around his mouth is red where duct tape used to bind his lips. Bits of his moustache remain on the old tape, now in the trashcan in the far corner of the garage.
"I'm so sick and tired of people instinctively hating on the movie! The movie can be good too, you know. People love to hate the movie, but I actu-" Another man bursts through the garage door, dressed in a dusty blazer and wielding a larger .44 magnum.
"What the hell is he still doing here?" He points to the man in the chair with the metallic hand-canon. "I told you to get rid of him!"
Mid-sentence, Willis spins around to face the man in the chair. He then cocks the 9mm and points it at the chair bound man's head. He turns his head back to the door nervously. "Yeah, I... I'm gonna."
"Who untied him?"
"I did. I was trying to be... creative." With the gun still drawn and pointed at the man, Willis shuffles his feet and stares at the ground.
"Before I left, a half hour ago I may add, I told you to make this guy disappear because I had called Tony." There's patience in his voice but his eyes are nearly bulging out of his head.
Willis swallows heavily. "Is he here? Is Tony here?"
"No! No he's not, but he will be here in about ten seconds and he said the deal was off if we dicked around! I'm supposed to tie up loose ends here, Macer, but I can't make shit happen if I can't even rely on you to take a guy out for me! Now we have to deal with this loser!"
"Well what do you want me to do about it, Arnold?" He puts the gun in his holster and turns around.
Arnold tips his head back in disbelief. "Holy shit. Shoot this guy and let's peace out of this place. It's the best we can do now. You were supposed to deal with it but I guess we'll just leave him here for the fuzz to find!"
"Arny, this guy's my first kill, I was gonna make it special..."
"Okay, I'll do it." Arnold cocks his .44 and brings it to the crown of the seated man's head.
"No no no! Please, this guy's gotta be mine or else we can't kill him! Imagine my reputation if it got out that you had to whack a guy for me. I'd be the laughing stock!"
"Oh lord almighty." He pulls the gun away and takes a step back. He stands silently thinking for a few seconds then says, "Come on then, let's just go. You didn't tell him anything, did you?"
"No, of course not."
"Tony should be here by now. Follow me, come on." Arnold stuffs his gun into his pants before bolting through the garage door.
Willis starts to follow him through the door but then stops to look back at the man in the chair.
"Hey, uh, so just text me. We can chill this weekend if you're free. We cool, dude? Alright, keep it real, buddy!"
-Daniel Greene
"I'm glad you've read the book and seen the movie, you know, because a lot of people have just seen the movie. In my opinion, the book does a great job of explaining the protagonist's psyche. You don't get a lot of that in the movie."
The man in the chair has rope at his feet. Rope also lies on his lap where it previously bound his hands to the arms of the chair. The skin around his mouth is red where duct tape used to bind his lips. Bits of his moustache remain on the old tape, now in the trashcan in the far corner of the garage.
"I'm so sick and tired of people instinctively hating on the movie! The movie can be good too, you know. People love to hate the movie, but I actu-" Another man bursts through the garage door, dressed in a dusty blazer and wielding a larger .44 magnum.
"What the hell is he still doing here?" He points to the man in the chair with the metallic hand-canon. "I told you to get rid of him!"
Mid-sentence, Willis spins around to face the man in the chair. He then cocks the 9mm and points it at the chair bound man's head. He turns his head back to the door nervously. "Yeah, I... I'm gonna."
"Who untied him?"
"I did. I was trying to be... creative." With the gun still drawn and pointed at the man, Willis shuffles his feet and stares at the ground.
"Before I left, a half hour ago I may add, I told you to make this guy disappear because I had called Tony." There's patience in his voice but his eyes are nearly bulging out of his head.
Willis swallows heavily. "Is he here? Is Tony here?"
"No! No he's not, but he will be here in about ten seconds and he said the deal was off if we dicked around! I'm supposed to tie up loose ends here, Macer, but I can't make shit happen if I can't even rely on you to take a guy out for me! Now we have to deal with this loser!"
"Well what do you want me to do about it, Arnold?" He puts the gun in his holster and turns around.
Arnold tips his head back in disbelief. "Holy shit. Shoot this guy and let's peace out of this place. It's the best we can do now. You were supposed to deal with it but I guess we'll just leave him here for the fuzz to find!"
"Arny, this guy's my first kill, I was gonna make it special..."
"Okay, I'll do it." Arnold cocks his .44 and brings it to the crown of the seated man's head.
"No no no! Please, this guy's gotta be mine or else we can't kill him! Imagine my reputation if it got out that you had to whack a guy for me. I'd be the laughing stock!"
"Oh lord almighty." He pulls the gun away and takes a step back. He stands silently thinking for a few seconds then says, "Come on then, let's just go. You didn't tell him anything, did you?"
"No, of course not."
"Tony should be here by now. Follow me, come on." Arnold stuffs his gun into his pants before bolting through the garage door.
Willis starts to follow him through the door but then stops to look back at the man in the chair.
"Hey, uh, so just text me. We can chill this weekend if you're free. We cool, dude? Alright, keep it real, buddy!"
-Daniel Greene
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