Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
SNAP! SNAP!
Their deafening shrieks and woeful cries filled the air. Their pain was palpable. Ohhh, the wailing was spectacular. A chorus of agony. An off-beat broken bone song to be sung!
“FUCK!!!!! FUCK YOU!!! GOT…DAMN IT!!!” one of them blubbered. “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! DO YOU KNOW WHO MY FATHER IS, YOU FUCKIN’ PIECE OF SHIT?! MY FUCKIN’ FOOT!!! YOU BROKE MY ANKLES! AHHHHH, IT HURTS!!!!! FUCK YOU, YOU CRAZY FUCKER!!!”
“Doesn’t much matter who your father is. I’m your daddy now.” Kage winked down at him, then smiled.
The man continued to rant and rave. Ignoring the blabbering, Kage tied their wrists up with twine—supplies he used from his job—and dragged one of them to the back of his truck, slamming him in the bed like a sack of potatoes. Then, he did the same with the other one. He tore off the sleeves of one of their shirts and jammed the fabric in their mouths, so hard they practically gagged. Keep things quiet for a while. Jumping back down, he noticed that glass was all over the place from the busted windows due to the flying bullets, but damn it if all that didn’t make a lovely sound when that truck sparked right up. I’ll get you right, girl. Nothin’ my cousin can’t fix.
But before he could turn his truck around and head out to finish what he’d started, another black SUV could be seen in the far distance…
Shit.
He could see it driving towards him from down the way. A little black dot that grew bigger and bigger. Figuring that his prey must’ve had a tracker, and the Blues Brothers likely informed their brethren that the rabbit now had the gun, he had to make a quick change of plans. As he figured things out fast, he heard the faint ring of a cellphone left in the vacant SUV ahead of him.
Reaching into his glove compartment, he pulled out his lighter. His mind sprinted as he computed the distance and timing just so. Can I get this done in time? I gotta try! The SUV kept moving but slowed down a bit, as if whoever was inside it was trying to assess the situation. Kage cut his eyes to the vacant SUV. The fuel leak widened, leaving an iridescent trail on the dirt and pebbled road.
“Do you like s’mores, boys?”
Kage put his truck in reverse, creating a bigger gap between it and the parked SUV and placing himself beside a tree. Hopping out, he went to the back of the truck and grabbed one of the sleeves he’d shoved in the guys’ mouths, exposing dry, cracked lips. He then soaked it in some of the gasoline that he’d gotten for his riding lawnmower, being generous with the quantity.
The man started hollering again as soon as he got a chance, but Kage paid it no mind. Seizing a branch from the tree, he broke it off with one hard yank and twisted the cloth around the branch, nice and tight. He went over to the trail of gasoline that had leaked, then doused the branch in more gas, simultaneously extending the trail further down the line, past where his truck had been.
That deserted cell phone started ringing again. No doubt whoever was in the encroaching vehicle was calling to see what was going on. He ran and ran, dragging that stick in the dirt until he was a good way away—closer to the path of the incoming SUV behind him. Then, he seized the cell phone that had been ringing on the dashboard. After slipping it into his pocket, he ignited the branch with his lighter. The flame danced and twirled, ready to tango and get down to business.
Kage plunged the burning torch into the fuel trail left by the first SUV, and tossed it onto the gasoline trail.
The man began to holler again, this time issuing warnings to his associates in the other SUV.
“STOP! HE’S SETTIN’ YOU UP! IT’S A TRAP! DON’T COME! NOOOOO! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”
It was apparent as they kept creeping forward, they couldn’t hear him. His voice was worn and croaky, the words cracking in the middle from a dry mouth, exhaustion and pain. The other SUV was now in clear view. Gunning for him. Kage started to hum the 1932 classic, ‘Run, Rabbit, Run,’ by Flanagan and Allen.
Run, rabbit, run, motherfucker. Run, rabbit, run, through the maze. Run, rabbit, run, motherfucker. Run, rabbit, run, into the blaze!
The heated moment had arrived. With the wind whipping through his hair and the strong smell of gasoline permeating the air, Kage dashed like an Olympian to his truck, hopped in, and sped away. In the distance, he watched through his rearview mirror as the fire caught with a substantial and satisfying whoosh. The flames had come alive. He slowed down, then stopped driving and kicked his truck in park to watch the scene. The sight gave him a thrill like no other—the show of a lifetime.