Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free His truck? It took Celia a few moments to realize what Willie meant. They were going to steal her husband's truck. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and got the keys off the hook by the door. When he held the gun out to her, she looked at it for a moment, trying to decide. She wasn't a killer...but she wasn't a ragdoll, either, and that's how she'd been treated the past few years. All of a sudden years of repressed anger and rage and sadness and pain all at once swelled up in Celia's chest and even over her love for Willie all she could feel was an intense, burning hatred for Henry. It was something she'd never felt before and quite honestly it scared her. She didn't think she was capable of this much rage and hatred. I uh...Wait for me, she said quietly, starting to the door. Lemme get the truck ready first, and I'll get our bags in there. Echoes carry round these parts we don't wanna let the neighbors know something's up until we're good'n'ready to go. There's a shotgun under the bed, too, if you wanna grab it. Y'know...just in case. Though just in case of what she didn't know. She did as she had said, taking both of their bags out into the truck and throwing it into the bed before starting it. The engine turned over a few times and panic was beginning to seize Celia as she realized the run-down old thing might not start. It roared to life, however, and she breathed a sigh of relief before heading back into the house. Gingerly she took the pistol from Willie and had to be shown how to hold it before she could hold it steady enough to aim at her husband. Celia was sweating as much as her lover was as they stood there in front of the sleeping drunkard, waiting for her to pull the trigger. Henry... she said quietly. Her voice was shaky as she nudged him with her toe. Henry, wake up darlin'. It was like Celia didn't have control over her own body anymore she felt like she was standing on the other side of the armchair, watching herself. She didn't know why she was trying to wake her husband up, but something inside her was telling her to just do it. Some evil, vicious creature that had uncurled itself from its slumber around her abused heart this afternoon now demanded to see Henry's face when he saw a gun pointed at it. Mmmm wha' th' Hell you want, woman? Henry mumbled, shifting in his chair. You better be wakin' me up fer food er a fuck er you're gonna be wishin' you'd burnt dinner, too. I just wanna see my husband, Henry. What's wrong with that? Celia--or rather, whatever vicious demon had taken possession of Celia's innocent soul--got a savage sort of pleasure once Henry finally opened his eyes. Jesus fucking Christ, Celia Jean! What the fuck...who the Hell is this? Henry started to get up, but thought better of it when Celia put the barrel of the Colt to his forehead. Celia...what the Hell's gotten into you? What's this all about? What's it about? The battered woman was barely able to contain her derisive laughter. I'll tell you what it's about, sugar. Her lips turned up into a cruel smile as she pulled back the hammer with an ominous click. Dinner's ready. There had been a loud shot like a cannon roaring in Celia's ears. She didn't remember actually pulling the trigger, nor did she remember running outside or getting in the truck. She barely remembered anything she'd said to her husband. All she remembered was that she had started the truck and went inside to rejoin Willie, and now they were bouncing along a dirt road, headlights off, chugging along with the gas pedal to the floor. She looked over at Willie from her spot in the passenger's seat. Willie? What...did we...? She was numb from shock and hadn't said anything for nearly an hour, nor did she remember the last hour of driving. Last she remembered it had been sunset, and now the moon was up and the stars were beautiful. She had no mirror to see that her face and clothes were covered in blood still, and it was too dark to see the blood on her hands. Fortunately, she had still been wearing her cooking apron so her dress hadn't been completely ruined by the blood she didn't realize was there.