His hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He shoved them deep into his pockets, trying to keep them still. He concentrated, very hard, at the vinyl cover of the bar in front of him.
“Pour him a drink.” Darnell’s voice. He didn’t look up. Didn’t want to have to look him in the eye. He just stared at the bar. His leg began to jitter. Up and down. Up and down on the grimy floor. Beat-up Nike’s taptaptaptaptapping. A glass of scotch slid in front of him, and he tried to breathe.
“Tell us what happened.” Darnell again. A quick glance, and then back at the bar. Darnell didn’t look happy, arms folded and leaning back against the bar.
His hands shook as he took the drink, “’s just like I said on the phone, D. They jacked us.”
“Who?”
He put the glass down, it was shaking too hard for him to take a drink. The dull metal of Darnell’s holstered 9mm was staring straight at him, eye level.
“I dunno, D. I swear to god, I don’t. It wasn’t like anything you’ve ever seen. One minute, we’re jus’ sittin’ around, talking, the next minute, bodies start dropping.”
“What’d she look like?”
He shook his head, trying not to remember.
“Didn’t really see her… just… like, no eyes man, just like, two big holes in her head. All black, all over.”
“What about her mouth?”
The shaking was getting worse. He hugged his arms under his shoulders, burying them in the folds of his hoodie.
“…No jaw. Just… gone. Like… nothin’ there. Nothing left. Jus’ empty. Like… nothin’ was coming out. Jus’ like you left her.”
His face slammed forward, into the bar. The glass sprayed away, spinning down the length of the bar. Blood sprayed from his mouth, arcing neatly. He felt the barrel of the gun pressed cold to his temple.
“That bitch is dead, mother****er! Dead! Just like your stupid black ass is about to be! You hear me, mother****er!? You talk about that shit again, I will end you.”
He had to laugh at that. A short little chuckle, at first, maybe a giggle or two through his already knitting shattered jaw and the blood, like copper pennies in his mouth. Laughing, as she stepped out of the shadows.
“Yo, D. At this point, I really wish you could end me.”
***
She stepped out of the shadows, Darnell was still turned away from her, still concentrating on Sands. It seemed like he probably hadn’t even noticed her yet. She palmed the piece of broken bottle glass in her hand, turning it slowly, preparing to strike…
Attack Roll
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