Once Upon A Time… III.

06 Aug

Okay, out of the three responses I got this week, I think I’m actually going for a combo. Thanks Craig, Chrissy, and Tracie.

Amy rises from her seat pulling a handgun from an enormous canvas bag. Pointing it at the passengers in the train car, she screams, “Nobody move!” Out of the corner of her eye she sees John just sitting there and staring at her in disbelief. “Nobody move except you! Come on! Let’s do this now!” she says to him angrily.

John, giving himself a shake, pulls a handgun out his his pants. Standing back to back with Amy, he screams, “Yeah, nobody move! We just want your money and valuables. Cooperate and nobody gets hurt!”

“That’s right” Amy agrees as she grabs the canvas bag, turns it upside down and empties its contents on the floor. Used tissues, a tampon, lipstick, eyeliner, lip gloss, foundation and a rubber, squeaky toy shaped like a fish form an untidy pile. John looks at the toy and looks at her with a questioning look. She shrugs and hands the the empty bag to an elderly lady ordering her to fill it with her things and pass it along once she is done. Instead of hurrying to comply, the old lady looks at her with sympathy and says, “Baby, why exactly are you doing this?”

“Shut up, you old bitch and just do as I say!” Amy screams.

“Well that’s not very nice. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” the old lady replies.

“Stop talking to me! I have a gun! A gun!”

“Yes, and it’s very lovely, dear. But is it really necessary? If you needed money, all you had to do was ask. I don’t make much–” the old lady says calmly, reaching for her hand bag.

“Don’t move! Don’t you fucking move!” Amy shrieks.

“Well honey, which one is it? Either I move to get my money or I stay still. I think the former is the better choice, don’t you?”

“Okay, but… don’t try anything funny, I have a–”

“A gun. Yes dear, we’ve quite got that established haven’t we.” She moves again towards her hand purse. 

“What’s taking so long?!” John complains nervously. “Our stop is coming up next!”

Amy turns her head and says, “I know! I know! It’s just this old lady is holding things up.”

“An old lady! How much trouble can an old lady–” John begins and stops. Amy sees his face drain of color a split second before the gun goes off. A bullet tears through his chest with a spray of blood. With a stunned look on his face he falls backward into the aisle.

“Noooooooo!” Amy screams and turns around to face the barrel of the gun.

“I wouldn’t try anything rash, sweetie. As you can see, I’ve made a mess of your crack head boyfriend and I won’t hesitate to do the same to you,” the old lady says, cocking the gun again.

With tears streaming down her eyes, she drops the gun.

“Amy…” a voice croaks behind her. She turns and sees John on the floor of the car a pool of blood spreading out around him. Rushing over she cradles his head in her arms and whispers, “I’m so sorry”

“We were so… so close. Our life was going to start… start over at PC,” John gasps. His eyes go blank and his body goes limp. Amy cries out realizing that her one true love is dead.

“Wake up! John, wake up, please! Wake up! Wake up!!!!!” she screams

“Wake up!” a voice says. Amy jerks awake only to stare into John’s brown eyes full of life.

Craig thanks for bringing up Memento. You know, I still have not seen that movie all the way through and that’s really sad, because I actually own the DVD.


Posted by on August 6, 2007 in Uncategorized



3 responses to “Once Upon A Time… III.

  1. Chrissy Deem

    August 7, 2007 at 12:03 am

    How sad to have the last word you spoke be PC. : (

  2. Tracie

    August 8, 2007 at 8:07 pm

    That Amy chick is on XTC huh? That was a jacked up dream. YAY! I love Ty’s Monday story.

  3. Tracie

    August 14, 2007 at 2:58 am

    So okay, maybe because of her crazy ass dream she tells John that she wants off the train immediately. So they get off on the next exit (which isn’t their exit) and then the train totally blows up! And then they spend the rest of their lives trying to dodge death. Oh wait…uhm, I think that’s BDB. I’m out.


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