The Right Hand Job
Prologue
‘Thump!’ ‘Thump!’ Thump!’
A series of bullets embedded themselves into the large wooden crate in-front of Alison’s head as she slid behind a different and smaller but still large wooden crate. Alison reloaded the magazine of her originally muffled pistol but saw no point of decreasing her damage when she’s already been exposed.
“Covering fire!”
One of the men in full pieced suits shouted behind a set of metal sliding doors 20 meters away as he rhythmically unloaded the magazine of his 12 shot pistol on Alison’s cover, making it that she had to stay under cover for a longer amount of time before she had a chance to pop her head out to return fire. Another similarly dressed man also behind the sliding doors started to run towards Alison’s position with a machete in one hand and pistol in the other.
‘Thump!’ ‘Stomp!’ ‘Thump!’ ‘Stomp’
Hearing her immediate death approaching her, Alison closed her eyes. Basic physics with a unique touch filled her head as she calculated the amount of strength she needed to use the stainless steel wrench that wreaked her ass when she slid into cover as a knockout tool. Finishing her calculations in the moment it takes a humming bird to flap once in a hovering position, she threw the wrench over her head.
‘Thuck!’
The wrench hit its target and the rhythmical covering fire stopped, leaving only the sound of leather shoes ruining themselves against the harsh wooden flooring to fill the medium sized storage room.
Not leaving anything to chance, the remaining man in the suit started to give himself covering fire, slowing down his pace to improve his accuracy. Reaching the side of the wooden crate where Alison hid , he threw away his emptied pistol and raised his machete over his head for an anger filled strike because of the amount of ‘brothers’ he lost this day.
Swinging down with all his might, he was met with a single shot of a pistol that blew through his wrist, forcing him to release his machete and hold the hole in pain with his other hand.
“Fucking dumb cunt.”
Alison stood up above the man crying out in horror and landed a front kick directly into his genitals.
“If I knew this job would turn out like this.”
The pain of his missing wrist was over taken by the excruciating agony of his would be children leaving.
Alison then slammed the crying man’s head into the wooden crate that she originally hid behind.
“I wouldn’t, HAVE, TAKEN, IT.”
Leaving behind the wounded man behind her, she started to walk towards the open sliding doors. But who would’ve thought that the amount of pressure used to take out the man wasn’t enough as he took back his machete and madly sliced vertically at Alison.
Sensing danger, she instinctively raised her left hand as she turned around. This resulting her left wrist being cleaning sliced off, but caused the blade to slightly change direction from her head to the end of her shoulder and where her arm started. Ending the life of her left arm.
“Fuck!”
Alison screamed. She side kicked the originally finely dressed man, now a mess in the stomach with her left leg. Then raising her pistol in a semi-circle starting from the ground. She released three bullets at three positions. One bullet exploded the man’s originally already hurt genitals, the second ending up in his solar plexus, the last drilling itself deep inside the man’s brain.
The author's tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.
“The gas is ready, close the doors!”
“But Bob is still inside!”
Hearing this conversation, Alison started to sprint towards the sliding doors. But with her just dismembered left arm, she lost her balance only 5 meters away from the doors and collapsed onto the dirty wooden floor, covering herself in her own pool blood which came from her stump of a left arm.
“Who gives a shit about Bob, he’s probably dead anyways, we’re ending that monster!”
‘Swoosh’
The last of light coming from the rest of the complex was blocked out of the storage room. Then, from the vents, tasteless, colorless gas started smothering itself onto Alison.
“FUCKKKKKKK!”
Alison tried to shout but the gas quickly even took that right from her, closing her eyes, she slumbered into a deep, never ending sleep.
When Alison opened her eyes again, everything was the same as if she had her eyes closed. Looking around for anything at all, she suddenly heard a whisper by the side of her right ear.
“Psst kid, want some com…I mean…”
Before the mysterious person could even finish, his family jewels were broken.
“How the fucking hell did you know I had balls!?”
“Woman’s intuition, now tell me where am I.”
Alison turned as she reached out to the location of where the mysterious person’s neck would be, but she felt nothing, not even the feel of air moving past her almost unfollowable right arm.
“Man, why the balls!”
Muttering to himself, he said
“I’m never going to do this kind of introduction again…..”
Now returning to a louder voice, he spoke out.
“So anyways, you were supposed to have your life ended, but you seemed interesting, so I decided to pluck you out from the stream and ask if you wanted another chance at life.”
Looking around at the pure darkness around her, Alison replied.
“Life? Hm…..seems better than this place.”
“Oh no no no no no, if you truly died, you wouldn’t get to experience anything ever again. No heaven, no hell, no void, no reincarnation, nothing at all. So, what’s your choice?”
Trying to scratch the back of her neck, she remembered that her left arm was still missing.
“Fine…..I guess.”
“Okay! One ticket onto the life train! Oh yeah, want me to remake your arm?”
“That’ll be great, so when’s this going to happ….”
‘Gasp!’
Alison woke up to flashing red sirens and the words “Auxiliary power at 10 percent, redirecting all power to keep reactor core at ideal temperatures and 25 percent essential electronics.” Spewing out some unknown liquid out of her lungs, she collapsed into a large amount of the same liquid that came flowing out of the tank she woke up in.