Brooker
Just Wandered In
The truth doesn't matter, It only matters what the people believe.
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Post by Brooker on Jul 27, 2015 22:47:06 GMT -5
"Wakey wakey" he pats the bound and gagged man's cheek. Blood trickles down his brow from a gaping gash wound. The mans eyes flicker as he regains consciousness, he groans and attempts to rub his aching head only to struggle with his bonds. He struggles again then becomes panicked as the realization of his situation sinks in. His eyes wide and ablaze with fear he tries to cry out but is stifled by the gag. "Hush hush hush" Brooker wipes his victims bleeding sweaty brow with a rag. Like a mother cleaning the face of her dirty child. Brookers gaze focuses first on the man's mopped brow then into his fearful eyes. Brooker then directs his look downward at the man's wallet which Brooker holds in his palm. The man watches as Brooker flips it open, pulls the ID card from it and flings the leather wallet over his shoulder. He reads "Sam Gillis" he flicks the card at his face "Hello Sam. Terrified?" Brooker grips Sam by the back of the head and forces a nod. "Ahh but do you know what is truly terrifying!?". He forces Sam to shake his head, then bangs the crown of his head against the wooden pillar Sam is tied to. "Well then, let me enlighten you. It's that bit by bit, completely of your own accord, you eventually become so boring that you want to stomp yourself in the face with your own boot". The splash of bone chilling water lap in waves against their feet and ankles. "Am doing you a favor. You should be thanking me. I'd love to stay and chat but the tides coming in." Brooker grins at him from ear to ear. "How long can you hold your breath, Sammy?" He waltzes away from his victim, leaving him to the fate of rising tide. Sam struggles franticly at his bonds screaming muffled pleas for help. Yet under the docks pier no one would hear him...ever again. As the sun sets Brooker sits by the end of the pier, dipping his toes into the icy waters. He gets up, and makes his way through the alley whistling 'Somewhere beyond the Sea'.
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Brooker
Just Wandered In
The truth doesn't matter, It only matters what the people believe.
Posts: 25
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Post by Brooker on Sept 20, 2015 23:02:39 GMT -5
A black metallic townsmobile pulls up and two men exit the vehicle. They tramp through the barren cobblestone street of the factory district of the city toward the cannel. Other pair of well dressed men stand on the other side. The shorter of the two men that left the vehicle breaks the silence. "Brooker, as you know, the man you killed was a Ginea..." they stop at the edge of the water. "There are his brothers. If I let the Ginea's do this, Brooker, they'll cut off your manhood and let you drain. That's how those bastards do things. So, to stop a war breaking out between us and the Ginea's and to save you from their barbarity I said I would dispatch you myself. They are here to witness." Brooker takes a brief look at the two men across the water then lowers his gaze to the water " I died over there anyway, 'Arry. I left my fucking brains in the mud."
Harry pulls a short revolver from his long coat "You have any last requests, comrade?"
Brooker turn and faces him "You'll look out for my Rosie..." He stirs straight into Harry' s eyes "...and my boys? See they get apprenticeships. At the factory or the Austin. They'll make foremen. I know they will." Harry nods without word. "Just ordinary."
"Just ordinary men."
"And they won't get told to do this shit. This shit! This shit that we got told to do." Brooker looks back to the grim murky water. His grave. "I suppose I ought to pray now." He pauses "Those fucking guns ...blew the religion right out of my head."
A tug boat appears from a tunnel further on down the channel and slowly approaches the pair. "Is that boat for me?" He cocks his neck over his shoulder to see Harry. Harry inclines his head and nods. "We have to get your body out of the city, Brooker. This new copper, you know..." Brooker interrupts him, now knowing the final fate of his corpse. "Don't bury me anywhere where there's mud. OK? Promise me." He turns to Harry, reading the look on his face "Bury me on a hill and tell Rosie where."
Harry replies "You were a good man and a good soldier. You have my word."
Brooker stamps his foot and salutes "Yes, Sergeant Major" he about turns fixes his hat and stands at attention. Harry raises the revolver from his side and in the bleak midwinter the gunshot rings out. BANG. Blood splatter from the back of Brookers head and his body falls forwarded into the bed of the tug. The two Ginea men across the water tip there hats at Harry and leave. Harry puts the revolver away and returns to the townsmobile
*** Brooker rubs the back of his head and ajusts his eyes to he dim light of the sewer tunnels the little tug boat traverses. The ferriy man asks with concern "You OK, Brooker?
Bluntly "I'm still in shock, You sure this isn't the afterlife?" The Ferryman gruffs a half laugh "If it was heaven, what would I be doing here? Harry wanted you to think it was real to try and knock some sense into you."
"A shell full of sheep brains hurts pretty bad."
"It was meant to."
"So where are you taking me?"
"Calidor. Harry has a little job for you. Give you chance to say thanks."
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