BAM! CRACK! BOOM! Carl and Moe could hear very loud noises emitting from behind the car, which Sarah hid behind.
"LETS GET THIS BITCH!" Yelled Carl running like a mad man. Something must have been wrong with his leg, he ran with a severe limp, which slowed him down immensely. The taller man Moe wasn't much faster; he didn't lift his long legs high enough when he ran.
"Lets give her a scare," snickered Moe. The two men fired at the old, rusted car where they heard the noises.
"She must be really frightened now," laughed Moe, with an arrogant demeanor.
"Lets move in for the kill," Moe continued, with a blown ego.
"Lets wound her and have a little fun first," said Carl, in a very scary tone.
The two men moved closer and closer towards the rusted automobile with extreme caution. Their boss would have their heads on a stick, if they fucked up. They had to do this, or it was career suicide. They were like the typical stupid henchman, in many cartoons.
They moved closer and closer, until they were right in front of the old, broken down piece of junk of a car.
"You go around left, I'll go right, then we fire," planned Carl. He was definitely the brains of the two.
They slowly walked around the car. BANG! BANG! BANG!
"AHHHHH, ah, fuck..." yelled a brooding voice, suddenly dropping, as the person dropped down dead.
"OH NO, Carl?" pondered Moe to himself. He had shot his older friend in the chest, killing him in the process. He had fucked up big time.
"Carl..." he shook the older man's lifeless body, praying for a response, but sadly there was none.
"I'm gonna kill that fucking bitch for you, Carl, you'll see, up from the heavens," sobbed the tall, sleek man.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" Yelled Moe at the top of his lungs. His body was filled with extreme sorrow, which he transformed into anger.
He walked back over to the other side of the junky car and Sarah was nowhere to be found. He pulled out a cigarette, his hand shaking with major grief.
"Fuck, I killed my best friend," he began to sob once more.
He could hear the sound of a car running. It was his dark blue Oldsmobile.
'I guess Keith couldn't find that bad luck charm, either,' the depressed man thought to himself.
The car was going as fast as it could go, speeding directly at him, without caution.
'What the fuck is his problem?' He thought to himself once more. The car wasn't stopping; it was flying at him with full force. Soon, the truth had revealed itself, into his slower than average brain.
'That's that fucking bitch, what's her name, SARAH BANKS!' panicked Moe in his mind. For some reason he made no effort to stop her. He held his gun out with one hand, pointing it directly at Sarah, as if he was taunting her. He continued smoking his cigarette calmly with his other hand, almost like he was looking to make piece with the world.
BAM! His body was crushed against the old car with full force.
'I had to do it, he would've of shot me,' Sarah thought to herself, having a moral dilemma. Killing was not something she enjoyed but she had to do it.
She stepped out the smashed Oldsmobile and checked the tall man's pulse. He was as dead as they come. His body was pinned up against the rusted, junkyard car, and blood oozed out his mouth. His cigarette dropped from his lifeless body, towards the floor. Sarah felt bad, looking at the tragedy that she had caused. She knew that she had to move on bravely because it was her job.
She checked her surrounding and saw Carl's dead body behind the rusted car.
'What in the world happened here?' Sarah thought to herself unaware of what had happened. Carl's death really puzzled the smart woman.
'Two down, one to go,' Sarah thought to herself, hoping that she could avoid another death. She believed that Keith could get help, he was just misguided and brought up wrong, well that's what she believed.
What's next for Sarah Banks?
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