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With the yakuza
just behind her, Allys didn’t have much chance of getting away,
yet she didn’t want to lead them towards her friends’ death, she
didn’t want to lead them towards John’s death.
But then, she
didn’t want to die herself.
She didn’t know
what to do, there must be something she could do.
And that was
when she noticed someone nodding at them.
“Dante.” She
said in a low whisper, more to her own surprise than to anything
else.
Dante was just
standing outside his car, eating a burger and some fries, the
paper cup of soda on his right hand. Dante, their friend and
partner in crime, was just there by chance, eating burger and
fries in front of his favorite junk food outlet, which just
happened to just be a block away from her place.
Chance and luck
had favored on her side. She wasn’t gonna let this one go.
Dante seems to
have noticed her, and acknowledged her presence with a nod.
Allys nodded
back, and with her hands, she signaled to Dante the simple gist
that she needed to lose the guys following her, and that she
needed it now.
Dante’s
expression changed to a surprised one, and with a serious look,
he nodded, and with the burger and soda on his hands, he
approached them.
The yakuza
didn’t notice anything, just staring ahead at Allys.
And that’s how
it happened.
Dante tripped
and, with his hands flat out, plastered the soda and burger all
over the yakuza, while piling his own body on top of the junk
food damage. “Oh, God, crap!” He yelled as loud as he could as
he pushed himself harder on the yakuza, blocking and almost
pushing the leader on the ground. “Shit, shit, shit!” He yelled.
And without a
second lost, Allys ran away from them.
She could hear
the yakuza yell out obscenities, screaming at Dante for what
he’s doing. This was a perfect chance, she couldn’t let it go.
And before she
knew it, she was knocking on Toni’s apartment door, yelling for
her to open up, screaming at her to hurry the fuck up. “Toni?”
She howled at the top of her lungs. “Toni, you here?”
Looking
frantically behind her the whole time, she saw no yakuza behind
her, and everything looks good to go. “Toni? Toni?” She said, as
she tried the door knob.
It was open,
the door creaked open when she tried the door, and the messy
room inside Toni’s apartment became visible from the hallway she
was at.
“Toni?” She
asked in a lower voice as she stepped inside. “Toni?”
The room was
quiet, the background noises of the neighborhood barely flooding
the messy space.
“Toni?”
And that’s when
she jumped from her own imaginative fear, as a low moan reached
her. She let out a gasp, and, realizing her own silliness,
looked around for where the noise was coming from.
Toni was under
a pile of clothes, herself half naked, her breath stinking of
whiskey and rum, mumbling dream talk that nobody could
understand.
“Toni!” Allys
yelled as she started digging Toni out of her slumber grave.
“Toni, get up! Get up! GET UP!” She wasn’t responding, even as
Allys tried to pull her awake from her dreams. “John’s in
trouble, Toni. Get up!”
Toni’s eyes
were half open, looking drunkenly at her, eyeballs almost rolled
up to unconsciousness again. “Toni, you know where he is? You
know where John is?”
“Huh? What?
John?” Toni replied with the voice of a mumbling fool. “Yeah, I
know where he is…”
“Come on,”
Allys said as she tried to pull her up from the mountain of mess
again. “We gotta go get him! The Yakuza are coming for him!”
“Yakuza wha?!”
Toni was starting to sound awake, as if the words ‘Yakuza’
punched some sense into her.
“Take me
to him, Toni!” Allys continued as Toni was starting to
cooperate, slowly standing up with Allys’ pulls. “We gotta get
outta here!” |
