Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

What the fuck Jesco? Johnny yelled when the call of Serena's blood curdling scream echoed down from upstairs. I thought you said your boy could behave himself? He added in and started to get up off the couch but felt the cold steel set of double rings that were the end of Randy's now cocked shotgun, pressed against the back of his head. Where the fuck do you think yer going, we ain't done discussing business. Jesco said from the comfort of his big chair as he watched Johnny stop in place when Randy pressed the gun to the back of his head. Sit the fuck back down....Now! Johnny raised his hands in the air slowly to show that he wasn't going to try anything, he back up to the couch and slowly sat back down. whoa Jess....I think you got me all wrong man, You want the girl, that's fine. She ain't my ol' lady, she's just some piece of ass I picked up hitchhiking, I ain't got no hold over her. There ain't no need for the gun, I'm completely cool. Johnny said coolly but inside he was boiling with rage. Lean forward asshole! Randy said from behind him, nudging Johnny's head with the shotgun. Randy reached down and grabbed the revolver from the back of Johnny's pants and tucked it into the front of his own pants. OK Uncle Jess, he's been declawed. Randy said. Good boy Randall, I wish my own son was as competent as you, but alas he's just a dimwit that can't even do something as simple as keep some nigger girl quiet. Gimme the shotgun and go upstairs and put that little fucking bitch in her place! Jesco said and Randy complied, pulling the gun from the back of Johnny's head and walking across the living room and handing the sawed off weapon to his Uncle. Jesco laid the gun on his lap, finger on the triggers and leveled at Johnny's midsection. Randy jogged up the stairs and around halfway up he could see Serena standing at the top of the stairs, shaking and absolutely terrified. He could see behind her, Jeb had his cloth, and Randall knew the cloth well. It was Jeb's 'sleepy time juice' or Chloroform to those with an IQ over 60. Jeb might be stupid but that boy could stalk animals like a ninja, quiet as a cat on the hunt, he was creeping up from behind Serena. Randy raised his hands up and waved them, trying to keep Serena's attention on himself. Hey....hey it's ok....it's ok....look no gun. What's the matter did Jeb give ya a bit of a scare? Hey calm down it's ok, I'm gonna come up and kick his butt for scaring ya....you alright? Randy said in his most calming tone as he ascended toward her. It was just then that Jeb's hand shot out and grabbed a hand full of Serena's hair at the back of her head and yanked her head backward, the cloth came up and Jeb's scrawny wiry arm reached up and pressed the anesthesia soaked cloth up against her mouth and nose. Randy didn't hesitate, rushing up the last few stairs to help subdue her. Back downstairs Johnny stared at Jesco and the fury in his belly was finally starting to show on his face when he heard the muffled screams coming from upstairs. What's wrong boy? I thought you said she didn't mean shit to you but now your staring at me like your a hungry dog and I'm a pork chop left unattended on the kitchen counter. Jesco said with a cruel chuckle. I told you Jess, you're taking me all wrong....The chick ain't shit to me, but that don't mean she ain't worth shit. I gave you 12 thousand and that pays for the pot, but that don't cover a pretty young girl. A virgin like her is worth another 6 or 8 grand on the black market, and I don't like when people go and take property of mine especially property that's worth that much coin. So if you wanna talk business about buying my little dark skinned honey then let's do it right. Let's have a drink, and smoke some dope and we'll talk numbers. Johnny said again taking up a faux cool temper. Alright....now I knew you was a smart fella....We can talk business, but I ain't paying 8 grand for no colored girl, maybe a nice clean white girl but not no colored girl. Jesco said, reaching forward and picking up the mason jar of moonshine and taking a haul. Johnny nodded and held picked up the pipe and pulled his lighter back out of his pocket, sparking it and taking another hit off the pipe. He coughed hard again, but this time he did so purposefully. He set the pipe back down on the table but kept the zippo lighter palmed in his hand. Yeah....cough.....yeah....sure I can see.....cough cough....I can see that. How about....cough cough COUGH COUGH.....JESUS Jess, my throat's so dry I can barely talk, let me have some of that shine. Jesco reached across the table and handed Johnny the open jar of shine. I'm think three thousand, tops....not a penny more. Jess said. Johnny slowly pulled the jar up to his mouth and filled his cheeks with the stuff, not swallowing. He pretended to start gagging on the hot moonshine, which caused Jesco to shake his head in disappointment.Fuckin lightweight Jesco cursed, reaching down to pick up the pipe of marijuana. It was then while Jes was distracted that Johnny took action, He flicked the zippo lighter lit and blew a fine spray of the high octane jet fuel in his mouth through the open flame of the lighter and set the old hillbilly on fire. Jesco started to scream, standing up and dropping the shotgun onto the ground, as he used both of his hand to slap at his head and chest trying desperately to stamp out the hot alcohol fueled fire. Johnny kicked the coffee table out of the way and grabbed the 12 gauge from Jesco's feet. He reeled back with the heavy firearm and brought it crashing down onto Jesco's flaming temple like a club. The old man fell back into his chair, knocked out cold and burning like a bonfire. UNCLE JESS??? UNCLE JESS....EVERYTHING OK? UNCLE JESS? Randy called from upstairs and Johnny could hear the footsteps coming back toward the stairs. They'd been up there for a few minutes and god only knew what they'd done with poor sweet Serena. Johnny leveled the gun and as Randy, alone came hustling down the stairs Johnny unloaded both barrels into the younger hillbilly's chest. BOOM! the gun sounded and Randy flew back against the wall of inbred family photos in an explosion of gore and then slid down and tumbled lifelessly down the stairs. Serena? Serena! Johnny called upstairs, knowing that Jeb was still up there with her, and with that big bowie knife he had on his hip, he knew time was of the essence. Johnny ran up and grabbed his revolver out of Randy's waistband, it was covered in the dead hillbilly's blood. Hold on Serena, I'm coming! Johnny called up the stairs.