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Old Han
was pretty bad. How a guy could live in a place for decades and not learn to
speak the language was befuddling to Dustin. "What the fuck do you mean
fired?"
"What
the fuck to you. You fired! What the fuck to you!"
Dustin
couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're firing me as if this is my
fault? Some guy comes in here and bites this dude's throat open and it's my
fault? You're unbelievable."
"You
leave door open. You let man behind bar, rip out phone. Now I pay for it!"
Han screamed as his face grew more and more red. "Now you clean mess, and
get out."
Dustin's
mouth dropped open at the last part. "You think I'm going to clean this
shit? Fuck you. I quit." The cops stood idly by as Han and Dustin had
their shouting match, but when Dustin made to walk off, they spoke up.
"You
can't just leave the scene of a crime," said the taller of the two cops,
the black one without the bite mark on his arm.
"Yeah,
we're going to need a statement from you," coughed the other cop, a short,
red-headed gentleman with thick plastic eyeglasses, and sweat beading up on his
forehead.
"C'mon,
man. I just quit. Can't we at least do this outside? I can't stand the stench
of this cheap motherfucker anymore."
"Motherfuck
to you!" yelled Han.
The cops
looked at each other, and the black one said, "Alright, let's talk
outside."
The tall
black cop pulled Bill to his feet and hustled him out of the front door of the
bar. The ginger cop followed, and so did Dustin. As Dustin put his hand on the
door, Old Han yelled to him and asked, "Who is going to clean up this
mess?"
Dustin shot
him the finger and walked out the door.
Chapter 16: A Total Lack of Trumpets
Katie
nearly relaxed when she saw the flashing blue and red lights pull up outside,
but just as she was about to throw open the upstairs window and call out to the
cops, Jason found a hidden reservoir of strength and threw the bedroom door
open, the legs of the oak dresser screeching against the hardwood floor. Kevin,
not being strong enough, simply slid along the floor in his socks, even as he
put all of his pitiful weight into holding the dresser against the door.
Jason's
eyes fixed on Kevin, and Katie knew she had to do something. "Hey! Over
here! You want to fight with someone, fight with me." Jason's attention
was momentarily drawn, and she could see that he was conflicted about who he
should attack, the one making all of the noise or the one that was closest.
Jason finally made up his mind, or what was left of it anyway, and slowly
approached Katie.
She quickly
threw open the window, as the door was blocked off by Jason's lumbering form.
She continued calling the creature that was no longer her husband, hoping to
distract him from the sight of Kevin inching towards the door. She backed out
onto the roof, wishing for something with more grip than a pair of pink
slippers.
Everything
was going according to plan, until Kevin, intent on not taking his eyes off of
his father for even a second, bumped into the dresser and sent the lamp
crashing to the floor. It's ceramic base burst into several pieces with a crash,
drawing Jason's attention. Katie blinked and when she opened her eyes Jason's
arms were around Kevin who struggled to get away.]
"Stop!
You're hurting me! Daddy!" he shrieked, sending chills through her body. Kevin's
pleas fell upon deaf ears... and then Jason had his teeth in Kevin's throat.
Katie's
slippered feet slid on the hardwood floors, and she felt like she was in one of
those nightmares where you run and run, but you just can't seem to break free.
By the time she reached her son, he was covered in blood, and the light was
fading from his eyes. She tugged him out of Jason's arms, tears streaming down
her face. "How could you?" she yelled, dragging Kevin's rapidly
fading body down the hall and away from Jason.
Jason's
only response was to shamble down the hallway, his hunger not sated. Kevin's
feet thumped against the steps as she shuffled backwards
was pretty bad. How a guy could live in a place for decades and not learn to
speak the language was befuddling to Dustin. "What the fuck do you mean
fired?"
"What
the fuck to you. You fired! What the fuck to you!"
Dustin
couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're firing me as if this is my
fault? Some guy comes in here and bites this dude's throat open and it's my
fault? You're unbelievable."
"You
leave door open. You let man behind bar, rip out phone. Now I pay for it!"
Han screamed as his face grew more and more red. "Now you clean mess, and
get out."
Dustin's
mouth dropped open at the last part. "You think I'm going to clean this
shit? Fuck you. I quit." The cops stood idly by as Han and Dustin had
their shouting match, but when Dustin made to walk off, they spoke up.
"You
can't just leave the scene of a crime," said the taller of the two cops,
the black one without the bite mark on his arm.
"Yeah,
we're going to need a statement from you," coughed the other cop, a short,
red-headed gentleman with thick plastic eyeglasses, and sweat beading up on his
forehead.
"C'mon,
man. I just quit. Can't we at least do this outside? I can't stand the stench
of this cheap motherfucker anymore."
"Motherfuck
to you!" yelled Han.
The cops
looked at each other, and the black one said, "Alright, let's talk
outside."
The tall
black cop pulled Bill to his feet and hustled him out of the front door of the
bar. The ginger cop followed, and so did Dustin. As Dustin put his hand on the
door, Old Han yelled to him and asked, "Who is going to clean up this
mess?"
Dustin shot
him the finger and walked out the door.
Chapter 16: A Total Lack of Trumpets
Katie
nearly relaxed when she saw the flashing blue and red lights pull up outside,
but just as she was about to throw open the upstairs window and call out to the
cops, Jason found a hidden reservoir of strength and threw the bedroom door
open, the legs of the oak dresser screeching against the hardwood floor. Kevin,
not being strong enough, simply slid along the floor in his socks, even as he
put all of his pitiful weight into holding the dresser against the door.
Jason's
eyes fixed on Kevin, and Katie knew she had to do something. "Hey! Over
here! You want to fight with someone, fight with me." Jason's attention
was momentarily drawn, and she could see that he was conflicted about who he
should attack, the one making all of the noise or the one that was closest.
Jason finally made up his mind, or what was left of it anyway, and slowly
approached Katie.
She quickly
threw open the window, as the door was blocked off by Jason's lumbering form.
She continued calling the creature that was no longer her husband, hoping to
distract him from the sight of Kevin inching towards the door. She backed out
onto the roof, wishing for something with more grip than a pair of pink
slippers.
Everything
was going according to plan, until Kevin, intent on not taking his eyes off of
his father for even a second, bumped into the dresser and sent the lamp
crashing to the floor. It's ceramic base burst into several pieces with a crash,
drawing Jason's attention. Katie blinked and when she opened her eyes Jason's
arms were around Kevin who struggled to get away.]
"Stop!
You're hurting me! Daddy!" he shrieked, sending chills through her body. Kevin's
pleas fell upon deaf ears... and then Jason had his teeth in Kevin's throat.
Katie's
slippered feet slid on the hardwood floors, and she felt like she was in one of
those nightmares where you run and run, but you just can't seem to break free.
By the time she reached her son, he was covered in blood, and the light was
fading from his eyes. She tugged him out of Jason's arms, tears streaming down
her face. "How could you?" she yelled, dragging Kevin's rapidly
fading body down the hall and away from Jason.
Jason's
only response was to shamble down the hallway, his hunger not sated. Kevin's
feet thumped against the steps as she shuffled backwards
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