Refraction | Part 1 | Darwin's Steroids
6) Chuck Kills Some Time
I'll never understand some people. All I was trying to do was help and that British bulldog bitch of a doctor had me escorted out to the parking lot. At this point I have red dots dancing in front of my eyes, and the hot iron taste of blood in my mouth. That man in there is my mentor and drinking buddy, goddamn it! I think about maybe crushing some windpipes and poking out some eyes on these pathetic security chumps, and decide they ain't worth it. One's an old ass man and the other has some sort of fucking limp. Security, what a fucking joke.
I go to wait by the FU mobile, and wouldn't you know it, the fucking republican twit is out in the lot having a smoke. I walk up and stand way to close to him. Wait for it. Wait for it. He turns and says "the problem with you liberals...", I cut him off by way of a wicked logjam to the crown of his head, as he moans and starts toward the ground, I spin and bring my left into his jaw, his teeth crunch together, and the front quarter inch of his stupid loud-mouth tongue falls out onto the ground. Lucky thing were at the ER I tell him.
Calmer now, I decide to walk around and kill some time. I watch some raccoons dig around in the garbage, then cross the street over to a flower shop/liquor store and buy a couple of tall boys. Some old dude with lousy chompers offers me some thunderbird as I leave, so I hang with him in the alley, swapping stories and boozing a little. He mentions he has the snake and crane, so I challenge him to try my dragon punch technique. We go round and round in the alley for a while. He's good, for an old ass drunk, still has his speed, but he's lost power over the years. He catches me twice in the same nerve bundle with a wicked iron hand stab, and goes for it a third time, but I'm waiting for it, I drop low and put full power into a right hand to the thigh. I expect to hear it crack, cause I can put like 1200 pounds per square inch in my swing, but he absorbs it's power and uses it to leap back outta range. Slick. We bow and split the rest of the thunderbird, I give him a tall boy, and head back over to the hospital.
I watch the flight for life choppers come and go for a while, all orange and noisy, except one I barely notice before it's on the pad. Some seriously slick shit military thing, sleek and black and quiet. It lands and unloads four cats with what I make to be p-66 rail guns. Seriously slick shit military. They hustle a stretcher out of the hospital and are airborne again in like 20 seconds. Some VIP cocksucker getting special treatment on the taxpayers buck, no doubt. I heave a half empty tall boy at it on general principles and head back to the FU mobile to wait.
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