BleedsNoMore
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The room was square, dark, and smelled of mildew and concrete. No plaster on the cracking walls, no paint, no bullet holes, not even blood. No, the room was just cold, and dark. It consisted of four concrete walls, a concrete floor and ceiling, a scrubbed wooden table and two chairs, and a bare bulb hanging from above. Add a man in a black suit and tie wearing converse high-tops, and a man bound by rope to a chair, and you have our setting ladies and gentlemen.
"So, Mr. Phurgeson... Who ratted us out on the McGafee raid?"
"I-I dunno! I was in on that raid, you know that. I wouldn't help to bust myself...that's just stupid."
"Heh. Well Ted, you just went from being a wimp to a real wise-ass in one sentence. Sounds to me as if you don't know...what to do? Hmm..."
"Sorry...it's just that im nervous... Landon you know I'm inn-"
"Don't call me Landon. And I don't know much at the moment Ted. I'm your impartial judge, don't push this. Just tell me Phurgee...who done it?"
"Dammit I won't say anything about something I didn't do!"
"Had an awful lot to say before Ted...one. Just tell me, this gun isn't for show."
"God dammit! NO!"
"Two...c'mon Ted, bring that saving grace we call the truth to your lips..."
"I don't know anything you jackass!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, that was just rude...three..."
Landond cocked the pistol and pointed it at Mr. Phurgeson.
"Alright! Alright! It was was Cordinski!"
"Well Ted, that's what we call squealing, and that doesn't show much character. One more word for ya Ted... Do you want to know what it is?"
"Wh-wh-what?"
Bang...
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This story is actually based on a short story I wrote when WC3 Campaigns was still around. Not the best piece of literature in the world, but I myself enjoy the story and don't think it isn't worthy of being posted. So feed back is always appreciated as long as it isn't flaming.Thanks for reading-Bleeds
"So, Mr. Phurgeson... Who ratted us out on the McGafee raid?"
"I-I dunno! I was in on that raid, you know that. I wouldn't help to bust myself...that's just stupid."
"Heh. Well Ted, you just went from being a wimp to a real wise-ass in one sentence. Sounds to me as if you don't know...what to do? Hmm..."
"Sorry...it's just that im nervous... Landon you know I'm inn-"
"Don't call me Landon. And I don't know much at the moment Ted. I'm your impartial judge, don't push this. Just tell me Phurgee...who done it?"
"Dammit I won't say anything about something I didn't do!"
"Had an awful lot to say before Ted...one. Just tell me, this gun isn't for show."
"God dammit! NO!"
"Two...c'mon Ted, bring that saving grace we call the truth to your lips..."
"I don't know anything you jackass!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, that was just rude...three..."
Landond cocked the pistol and pointed it at Mr. Phurgeson.
"Alright! Alright! It was was Cordinski!"
"Well Ted, that's what we call squealing, and that doesn't show much character. One more word for ya Ted... Do you want to know what it is?"
"Wh-wh-what?"
Bang...
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This story is actually based on a short story I wrote when WC3 Campaigns was still around. Not the best piece of literature in the world, but I myself enjoy the story and don't think it isn't worthy of being posted. So feed back is always appreciated as long as it isn't flaming.Thanks for reading-Bleeds