Death Has Its Heart in the Right Place

March 14, 2009
By Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Looking down the barrel of a gun is a strange feeling, but after staring into Death's dark face so many times, Jack had become accustomed to the tickles and prickles that run across your spine. It had become a familiar, a common, an ordinary feeling. He almost liked it, the sensation, of Death looming about, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. To him, it was intoxicating. It made his heart race, his blood pump and adrenaline run. It was like being in love for the first time, and the last. Yet every time that the Reaper swung his scythe on the mob boss, he always seemed to stop, never finishing the job. It was as though he, Death, took pleasure in seeing Jack sweat under his blade. They both enjoyed the mad thrill, but it seemed that this would be the last time they would saviour it.
Bang! The thunderous roar of the gun shattered the calm night. It was over.
'Here. You can keep it,' the assassin tossed the smoking gun onto Jack's cold lap.
A sinister smile cut the killer's face. Raising his chin proudly, as a young boy does after winning a prize, the mercenary turned around slowly, savouring his victory. Now all he had to do was collect his pay and live comfortably on some exotic island for the rest of his life, without worries, without problems, without necessities, without ' Bang! A second shot.
The assassin's knees broke under the pain. One moment he was savouring glory and the next he was savouring the bitter sweet taste of warm steel, the killer kiss of a bullet. On all fours, he lifted his trembling hand up to his chest: his shirt was soaked in blood that was spewing out on both sides of his trunk. He was cold, weak, in pain. Frozen sweat poured down his face as his insides burnt in anguish.
Writhing on the floor with no strength at all, he turned around to see who the shooter was. Behind him, sitting in the same leather-cushion seat he had been sitting when the assassin came in, Jack sat. The only difference was that now his right arm was outstretched with his fingers curled around the gun. His eyelids were heavy upon his red eyes, but he still maintained them wide open.
'No ' Impossible ' I shot you ' I shot you in the heart.'
Jack licked his lips and explained slowly, enjoying every word, 'I am dextrocardi-ac.'


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on Jan. 6 2012 at 11:41 am
Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 11:33 am
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Favorite Quote:
"Sleep, those little slices of death. Oh how I loathe them" -Poe

This is a great peice! I love the description and the figurative language! Keep up the great work!!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 10:03 am
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it! Cheers!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 10:02 am
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I sure will! Cheers!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 10:01 am
Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Thanks for the feedback! I would love to read some of your stuff too!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:59 am
Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Thanks! (Nice user-name)

on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:58 am
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on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:57 am
Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Thanks! I really appreciate it!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:56 am
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on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:55 am
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I'm sorry, but I don't understand your comment. Thanks for checking out my story!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:51 am
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Thanks for the comment! Very well written!

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on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:50 am
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Favorite Quote:
I Plead The 5th.

Thats good to know that it was meant to be short. It makes more sense now. Keep up the good work

on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:50 am
Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Definitely. Thanks for the comment!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:48 am
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There's no book, but thanks for the comment!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:47 am
Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Thanks! As for the lungs: good point. Cheers!

on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:45 am
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on Jan. 6 2012 at 9:43 am
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Glad you enjoyed it! Cheers!

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