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He stood outside the barn door. Under the dark cloak of night, the silhouette of the barn stood as a dark, formidable figure against the night sky. No stars shone tonight. He was wearing the denim rugby jacket today, the one his father had bought him on his sixteenth birthday, right before he died. Right before his mother was diagnosed, right before she needed the kidney transplant, right before the bills started getting too high. He stuck his hand in his pocket, felt the gun, curled his fingers around the barrel into a fist. Slowly, tensely. The metal felt cool against his warm skin… too cool. He shivered, pulling his hand out.

Where were they? he wondered, getting impatient. His mother would be waiting at home. He’d have to do the Task, then add an extra half hour to wash up at one of the members’ apartments downtown. Then he’d arrive late, yet again, and she’d ask questions. He scowled when he thought of another confrontation.

His mother thought he was working, up at the burger place where they paid 4.25 dollars an hour. Yeah right. He had quit long ago. He soon discovered that he wasn’t one to work with food, to work with meat and grease and oil for long, toiling hours with no reward. His mother was right about one thing, the boy thought with a grimace. I have more potential than that.

Yes. I work with another type of meat now.

He suddenly laughed aloud in the cool night, disturbing the silence. Work at a place where they paid 4.25 dollars an hour for washing trays and making greasy food? When he did what he did, and got all this money?

He stopped laughing as something twinged inside him. He chose to ignore it, hunching his shoulders against the cold. No, his mother would not want to know the truth.

“What are you laughing at?” A cold voice spoke from behind him. Even though he knew the voice, he instinctively whirled in its direction, his eyes wide. When the one who had spoken saw this, he grinned…. A wide, blood chilling grin.

“Nothing… nothing, Master.” He tried to ignore the smile, that cold smile. The Master was flanked by men on either side of him…. Ten men, the boy quickly counted. This was more than Master ever risked bringing at one time. This must be a very important Task.

“Is the site covered?” Master asked.

“Yes, I checked it. It’s clear.”

“Electricity out?”

“Yes, I pulled all the wires. The cops won’t sniff a thing.”

Master’s cold grin stretched further across his face. “Now… all we have to do, is wait for him.”

“Who’s bringing him?” someone to the left of the Master asked. The boy with the rugby jacket remembered this one… once he had been assigned a Task, and he had failed. He was weak. He was human. Master does not permit humans.

The left side of his face was covered in twisted, healing scars of wounds the Master had inflicted with The Knife. The boy with the rugby jacket did not remember his name… they did not address each other with names. There was Master, and there was the rest of them Boys. That was it.

“Three of our guys,” Master answered. “He should be here shortly.”

It was moments before a black sedan pulled up in front of the barn with a quiet, sort of muffled sound. Before the headlights were turned off, the boy caught a glimpse of two of their guys in the back, and a silhouette of another boy, his head covered in a paper bag.

They got out of the car quickly, efficiently, the way Master’s boys were trained to. The way he was trained to.

In merely a few seconds, the boy in the rugby jacket found himself in the barn, all of the forming a circle around the boy with the paper bag. The boy was held to the chest of one of their biggest boys, the barrel of a gun pressed against his neck through the paper bag. Even though he could not see his face, the boy in the rugby jacket could imagine the fearful expression he was sure to be there. He could see the tension in what showed if his neck, how the pale tendons stood out.

It was hard to see in the darkness, but the unmistakable figure of Master stepped forward. From his position in the circle, the boy in the rugby jacket could see the Master’s face, most of it lost in shadow. But even through the darkness, his eyes stood out clearly. His gray eyes sparkled with something almost like…. Mirth.

“Where is my money?” Master was not one to waste time. He got straight to the point.

“I… I’ll bring it. I will.” The poor boy’s voice was muffled, thanks to the bag, but the note of fear in it was undeniable.

“Where is my money?” Master asked again, a bit of frustration flickering in his eyes, though his voice stayed steady.

“I need more time.”

“You are out of time.” Master’s voice was tight with control. He took another step forward, leaning in towards the bound boy. “Now, I will ask you one more time…. Where is my money?”

It was a few moments before the boy answered. “I don’t have it.”

For a few minutes, Master stood still. Then, his fist snaking out like a whip, punched the boy’s face, the force sending the impact sending him and the man holding him staggering backwards. The paper bag darkened with blood.

“Answer me, answer me, you son of a b****! Tell me where my money is!”

As the boy continued to be silent, Master’s anger grew. “You son of a b****! You son of a b****!” He suddenly turned around, his eyes a bit crazed. “Kill him. Right now. I want him dead.”

A couple of guys stepped forward, cocking their guns. But master suddenly shook his head.

“No. Not you.” He whirled, his entire body shaking, and lifted a finger. “You. I want you to do it.”

The boy in the rugby jacket couldn’t move.

“I want you to do it. I want you to shoot him.”

He didn’t know why he suddenly couldn’t move. Why he couldn’t reach into his pocket and pull out the gun, aim, and shoot. He always thought he could. He always swore he could.

So why couldn’t he?

“Kill…him…now.”

The boy in the rugby jacket willed his hand to reach into his pocket. His fingertips grazed the cold metal. It was cooler now. His fist curled around it, slowly pulled it out. He lifted his arm. The gun was shaking.

“Shoot him right in the face! Shoot him!”

The boy swallowed. Right before he pulled the trigger, he met the eye of the boy with the scars. His eyes were sad… pitiful.

Then he pulled the trigger.

As he walked home, hours later, he remembered the name of that boy. His name was Ralph.

*****


When he woke up the next day, he found the sun pouring in from his window. He judged it was after noon.

He pulled himself out of bed. He’d only have a few hours to spend with his little brother before he’d have to leave… before Master would want him again.

He walked out of the little bedroom he shared with his brother, pulled on the rugby jacket, and walked into their dingy kitchen. It was only then that he noticed his mother’s figure slumped on the couch. It was only then that he heard her muffled sobs.

“Mother… Mother?!!” He ran over to her. He put his hands under her armpits, straightened her figure, then tried to pry her hands from her face. Her entire frame shook from the force of the sobs. “Mother, what happened?”

She removed her hands from her face, took a shaky breath. There were bags under her red eyes.

“Your brother… he’s dead… they found his body in a barn downtown… last night… he was shot in the… face…”

He couldn’t hear anything beyond the pounding in his ears. He was out the door before his mother finished her sentence.

*****


It had been three months. He didn’t feel anything anymore. He had been emptied of emotions back at that night. He knew there was no way for redemption, no way for forgiveness, no way out. No way his mother was going to look him in the eye again. No way he’d get enough money for her treatment. No way he would look in the mirror and not remember. No way he would ever touch anything and not feel the cold metal of the gun against his hand. No way he would ever go to heaven.

He reached up and straightened his cap, and turned the skillet once more. There were two more orders he had to fill. He put in the burger in the bag, the slammed it onto the counter.

“Order 423! Order 423!”



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Danni L. said...
Aug. 12, 2010 at 6:30 pm
whoa, that was... whoa! you have talent
 
MissFaber replied...
Aug. 17, 2010 at 4:24 pm
It means so much to someone who wants to take their writing to the next level to hear that from a reader! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
 
Tyjo95 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 12, 2010 at 3:59 pm
That was an amazing twist, I was literally stunned. Very good.
 
MissFaber replied...
Aug. 17, 2010 at 4:23 pm
It's great that you think so :)
 
V-ballChick said...
Aug. 12, 2010 at 9:57 am
WOW. Thats like really intense and i totally loved it!
 
MissFaber replied...
Aug. 17, 2010 at 4:23 pm
Thank you so much!
 
Still_Waters26 said...
Aug. 12, 2010 at 7:54 am
WOAH.  Is this a just story, or a book you're writing?  It really reminded me of a story I'm writing too.  Good job, you did real good on the eeriness and the intensity.
 
MissFaber replied...
Aug. 17, 2010 at 4:22 pm
It started out as just a story, but with all the comments like this one, I'm in the process of expanding into a novel. And thank you, I'm glad the eeriness and intensity were expressed appropriately because they're very essential to what the main character's feeling. Thanks for commenting!
 
SecretToTheInside replied...
Nov. 30, 2010 at 7:01 pm
I agree. I totaly think you should expand your story. Writers like you are a great insparation to writers like me. I only submitted my first story today and I dont even know if it's any good but seeing your story gives me coffidence.
 
MissFaber replied...
Dec. 9, 2010 at 3:14 pm
Wow, your flattery is, I feel, undeserved on my part. Your story was really good, and to be quite honest, I hate most of my writing... I guess we're just self conscious. But I also take confidence from alot of friends of mine who write, and if I was able to give that to you, then that truly makes me happy.
 
SecretToTheInside replied...
Dec. 15, 2010 at 9:04 pm

youve read my story?

 

 
MissFaber replied...
Dec. 23, 2010 at 9:37 am
No, I've tried to locate your stories but the website is telling me you don't have anything posted. Let me know if you post anything, I'll be sure to read it :)
 
FANG13 said...
Jun. 7, 2010 at 7:48 pm
Whoa, that was very intense and I absolutely loved it. Great job!
 
MissFaber replied...
Jun. 15, 2010 at 12:30 pm
thanks for the feedback (:
 
FANG13 replied...
Jun. 15, 2010 at 1:42 pm
Your Welcome :D
 
jason92 said...
Jun. 5, 2010 at 10:41 am
All I'm going to say is this: If you don't turn this into a novel, I'm going to hunt you down and kill you :)
 
MissFaber replied...
Jun. 7, 2010 at 3:36 pm
Thank you? lol... I'm planning on doing just that
 
imrighthereyouknow said...
May 24, 2010 at 6:41 pm
WOW, that was amazing, especially the way it turned out it was his brother he shot. just wow. you are an AMAZING writer.
 
MissFaber replied...
May 25, 2010 at 4:13 pm
Wow, I'm so glad that this story was enjoyed by so many and that it impressed them as well. Thank you for your kind words!
 
midnightlove7 said...
May 16, 2010 at 5:07 pm
 love this story its absolutly amazing! if you have time could you check out my two new stories.
 
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