Order 423

January 25, 2010
By MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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Nothing Less.


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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on May. 16 2010 at 5:07 pm
Mariah_0.0 SILVER, Peyton, Colorado
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 love this story its absolutly amazing! if you have time could you check out my two new stories.

on Apr. 25 2010 at 6:07 pm
--LoveHappens--, Fairfield, Connecticut
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THANKS SO MUCH PLEASE TAKE A LOOK AT THE PRETTY ONE AND LEAVE A COMMENT AND IF YOU HAVE TIME MY OTHER STORIES TOO THANKS SO MUCH!!!

on Apr. 25 2010 at 2:18 pm
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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mmm i love cheescake. lol thank you. When I finished it, I felt it wasn't complete, so I added the part about him being back at the burger place as a cruel twist of irony. It's actually kind of funny too lol. Thanks for reading!

on Apr. 25 2010 at 2:17 pm
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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The part about the brother was supposed to be the real shocker, and i'm glad for all these comments that tell me they were surprised when they read that. thanks!

on Apr. 25 2010 at 2:14 pm
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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thank you very much! I'll be sure to check out your stuff

on Apr. 24 2010 at 1:15 pm
CanYouSeeTheCrazy PLATINUM, Cle Elum, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
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"Oh yeah? Why then?"
"Because, it's the closest thing we have to magic."

i love it so much! it has an air of mystery, and then the brother part just shocked me out of my socks, and ending it with the burger place was like the cherry on the cheesecake. you are a wonderful writer, keep it up!

on Apr. 24 2010 at 11:51 am
CoffeeShopChick BRONZE, Rawr, New Jersey
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that was great! the part about the brother was a huge suprise. and i loved the ending when he was back at the burger place

on Apr. 17 2010 at 2:03 pm
--LoveHappens--, Fairfield, Connecticut
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"A friend is someone who knows you, but loves you anyway"

Wow that was incredible the end came as such a shock great suspense I would love it if you read some of my pieces too and leave a comment thanks so much. Keep Writing!!!

on Apr. 5 2010 at 10:25 am
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
Nothing Less.

Thank you!

on Apr. 5 2010 at 10:24 am
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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Nothing Less.

That's the effect I was going for :)

on Apr. 4 2010 at 7:22 pm
biggerinfinities SILVER, Superior, Colorado
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such a cold ,scary thriller that sent creepy crawlies up and down my spine -love it!

on Apr. 2 2010 at 10:22 pm
future_writter_1996, Peoria, Illinois
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Oh My God that is amazing i love how you did that great work :D

on Mar. 30 2010 at 2:43 pm
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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Nothing Less.

Thank you, I believe that was the point, to show how far a person can go if they need something.... and then the serious reprucussions.

on Mar. 30 2010 at 2:42 pm
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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Thank you very much SilverLuna. Yes, I usually don't write stories that are so.... dark (unless it's romantic), but I wanted to try something new. And it looks like it worked!

on Mar. 30 2010 at 2:40 pm
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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thank you for the feedback!

on Mar. 30 2010 at 2:40 pm
MissFaber SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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you liked the title? lol that's funny because it took so LONG for me to think of a title for this piece, I thought of it MONTHS after I had actually written it. thanks for the encouragement...Don't you ever stop writing either :)

on Mar. 27 2010 at 7:26 pm
Nina_Care SILVER, Colfax, California
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"Love is a many splendored thing, Love lifts us up where we belong, All you need is love!"

Hey there! I'm really impressed!!! You have an eloquent writing stlye :D Best title  in the world if you ask me! Like someone said in your comments, you really have talent for this kind of writing. I want to know this kid's story! (Meaning I want to read the book that you are going to have to write to satisfy the fans :D ) It was incredible, don't stop writing, EVER! If someone ever tells you that you are no good, don't trust their character because it means they're a liar.

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on Mar. 22 2010 at 6:48 pm
Riley141 GOLD, Yale, Michigan
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" Always do right. This will gratifiy some people and astonish the rest." Mark Twain

Whoo.This was AHMAZING! I was suprised that he shot his own brother...Seriously it was great. Keep writing!

on Mar. 22 2010 at 6:45 pm
SilverLuna SILVER, _________, Washington
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"Come fairies take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame.".... W.B. Yeats.
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." - Douglas Adams

This was amazing! It was horribly sad but the instensity was the reael ringer! You really have a talent for this kind of writing.

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on Mar. 11 2010 at 8:24 pm
wow that was good,no not good great!!


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