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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: The rescue
Characters: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith
Words: 399
finished: 20.08.2016
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"God damned!" Kurdy cursed loudly.
The moment he had pulled the trigger, Smith had decided to step in and save the brutal skinhead. Now the guy was lying on the ground unhurt, but there was blood seeping out of the tattered fabric of Smith's old coat. Carefully he tried to move his arm up and down, pulling the face, obviously in pain. Bugged out, Kurdy hurried over. "Let me have a look at it!"
But the little man shook his head. "I'm fine. It's only a graze shot."
"This was outright stupid, you little shit," Kurdy snapped at him. Despite his anger, he was relieved that Smith obviously wasn't seriously hurt.
"This bastard tried to kill us! And you risk your life to save this ass?"
Smith glanced at the guy who was still cowering on the ground. Yes, his eyes were still full of hate and bloodlust. Without the gun in Kurdy's hand, he would have attacked them again, without hesitation, without mercy. Finally he sighed and shaking his head he turned back to his partner.
"Trust me, Kurdy, I haven't saved him," he murmured. "Let him go!"
The voice with this strange undertone; Kurdy hated it when he talked like that. Even more, because he knew that Smith's mysterious words turned out to be the truth much too often. With narrowed eyes he turned back to the skinhead and pointed over to the wood nearby.
"Fine, back off. But better don't cross my way again; next time, we might be alone, and no one can hold me back to give you what you deserve."
With cold eyes the guy stared at him; for a moment Kurdy was sure that despite the circumstances he would try another attack. But finally he just turned around and hushed away between the big trees.
"C'mon, let's get back to the Mountain," Kurdy said. "I'm sure Markus wants to get a report about the Skinhead." He knew the young leader wouldn't be happy about this incident; he had hoped that the situation at the surrounding of the Mountain finally was under control.
"He is not a danger any longer," Smith murmured while getting into the old jeep. "Even if you didn't kill him, before the end of this day, he will wish you would have."
Kurdy shuddered and started the motor. No, he would not think about this now.
Characters: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith
Words: 399
finished: 20.08.2016
:::
"God damned!" Kurdy cursed loudly.
The moment he had pulled the trigger, Smith had decided to step in and save the brutal skinhead. Now the guy was lying on the ground unhurt, but there was blood seeping out of the tattered fabric of Smith's old coat. Carefully he tried to move his arm up and down, pulling the face, obviously in pain. Bugged out, Kurdy hurried over. "Let me have a look at it!"
But the little man shook his head. "I'm fine. It's only a graze shot."
"This was outright stupid, you little shit," Kurdy snapped at him. Despite his anger, he was relieved that Smith obviously wasn't seriously hurt.
"This bastard tried to kill us! And you risk your life to save this ass?"
Smith glanced at the guy who was still cowering on the ground. Yes, his eyes were still full of hate and bloodlust. Without the gun in Kurdy's hand, he would have attacked them again, without hesitation, without mercy. Finally he sighed and shaking his head he turned back to his partner.
"Trust me, Kurdy, I haven't saved him," he murmured. "Let him go!"
The voice with this strange undertone; Kurdy hated it when he talked like that. Even more, because he knew that Smith's mysterious words turned out to be the truth much too often. With narrowed eyes he turned back to the skinhead and pointed over to the wood nearby.
"Fine, back off. But better don't cross my way again; next time, we might be alone, and no one can hold me back to give you what you deserve."
With cold eyes the guy stared at him; for a moment Kurdy was sure that despite the circumstances he would try another attack. But finally he just turned around and hushed away between the big trees.
"C'mon, let's get back to the Mountain," Kurdy said. "I'm sure Markus wants to get a report about the Skinhead." He knew the young leader wouldn't be happy about this incident; he had hoped that the situation at the surrounding of the Mountain finally was under control.
"He is not a danger any longer," Smith murmured while getting into the old jeep. "Even if you didn't kill him, before the end of this day, he will wish you would have."
Kurdy shuddered and started the motor. No, he would not think about this now.