Devil's Due the flip side of the coin

Author’s note: General Twelve-Gauge… Damn that’s cheesier than a nacho cheese burrito thrown onto a five cheese stuff crust pizza. I guess in candy land you can be as ridiculous as you want… sweet.

Well seeing as this is now a solo job I will try to keep Ryan in character but shit happens.

I really did a good job All American did not yell at me or change Ryan’s dialog so fuck yeah.

Speaking of that flag waving asshol… O you’re here hey I just umm… not fair.

All American’s note: Yes, this is All American here. I just wanted to say that this story is totally not canon in my story but I will be editing Ryan and Dash’s dialogue. I will be using Alex in my story later (with a few changes) but me and Tech-pri3st’s story are separate takes on the story.

Tech-pri3st here again still alive. How did you like our guest speaker? Nothing like being held at gunpoint… back on with the show!

As I sat in the red velvet seat of the train I started to read the paper but my mind wandered and began to think of the good old days.

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The light of the afternoon’s sun shone through the blinds of the window. Traffic and police sirens could be heard in distance. “Just another bright day in Youngstown.” I mumbled as I turned over in the bed away from the light in an attempt to get some more sleep. I heard the distinct ringing of my cellphone somewhere in the room. I reached out my hand to grab the phone from the usual place I left it before I went to bed.

I searched the night stand with my hand, lazily. Not finding it, I opened my eyes and found I was not in my room. I sprang up from the bed and found that this was not even my home. The wall had pictures of people I’ve never seen before in my life or just didn’t remember.

“Damn it. I need to find my pants.” I said with a whisper to not disturb the girl lying in the bed I had occupied only moments before.

I searched the floor for any article of clothing to cover my naked form. The cellphone rang again this time I was able to find where the noise came from. I searched a pile of supposedly the sleeping girl’s clothes to find my phone and boxers.

“Hello?” I said while jumping on one foot putting on the boxers and holding the phone with my head against my shoulder.

“Wake up you Chernobyl-mutant-looking motherfucker!” Ryan said over the phone in his trademark asshole humor.

“I am up! I just can’t find my pants…” My voice trailed off as I searched the room’s floor.

“God damn it. You need me to come get you?” He said in a disappointed if not caring tone.

“Found shirt… Where the fuck are my pants...” I said annoyed as I searched.

“Did I drive here?” I asked Ryan as I put on the shirt.

“You drive when we go out? Hahahaha!” His voice boomed with laughter through the phone at the end.

“Haha… very funny. Yes come get me where ever the fuck I am.” I said as I hung up the phone.

I could not find my pants anywhere in the room I snuck out the bedrooms door without disturbing the sleeping girl. As I walked down the hallway in search of my lost pants I crept over sleeping bodies strung about the floor, all over the couch and any other place they found as bedding in there drunk states.

“I love the smell of vodka in the morning.” I said picking up a bottle of it still unopened on the floor.

“Well fuck it! I am going to make me some… what time is it?” I checked my wristwatch. “Lunch!”

I wandered into the kitchen as I drank from the bottle. I walked over a collage kid cuddling a 20oz beer.

“Light weight.” I said in a superior tone as I drank and stepped over him.

I opened the fridge and searched for something to cook up. I found bacon, some hotdogs, random cheeses that did not smell fresh and pants? ‘What the fuck are my pants doing in here?’ The pants I had been searching for all this time were neatly folded and tucked away behind the milk with my wallet and keys on top. The wallet had the same thing inscribed on it as the wallet from Pulp Fiction. ‘Badass Motherfucker’ was printed across it. Keys were to my home, car and armory. Can’t leave without ‘em.

I pulled my things from the fridge and put on my pants. They were cold like a Siberian winter but I could not go out without them. I placed my wallet and keys into my right pocket and phone into left after I checked it to see Ryan texted had texted me to come outside.

As I opened the door, the sun’s wondrous light blinded me the world’s colors too bright for my hung-over eyes to process. I lifted my left arm to shield my eyes as I took another sip from the bottle. I saw Ryan’s Ford sedan. It was a piece of shit but hey, it got us around.

As I walked over to find him playing with the radio he turned through the stations a rather great song came on. It was going to be a great day.

He rolled down the window and stuck his head and arm out, “Finally!”

I lifted my arms up in a jovial manner, “Party has arrived!”

“Get in the damn car.” He said in a pissed-off tone.

I got in to the car the radio kept blaring song after song. The ride started off kind of quiet but it always led to a little humor in the end. He broke the awkward music-filled silence.

“So you have fun with that one girl last night?” He asked calmly now.

“Yep. But I think she was a coke-head.” I said with a smirk.

“Wait. Why?” He asked in a concerned voice.

“’Cause while I was smashing that ass she got a nose bleed. So I either she did some coke or I literally fucked her brains out.” I said laughing.

“This is why we can’t have any nice things. You always break them.” He said with a smile.

“So did you get anything good out of last night?” I asked as I fiddled with the glove box always got bored on the long rides home.

“No, because someone has to keep their fucking pants on and drive your ass home.” He said sarcastically.

“Oh come on. I bet I could hook you up with a nice girl. Easy on the eyes and smarter than your dumb ass.” I said very cheery and laughing at the end.

“I’ll pass. You usually can’t control yourself. You’d probably fuck anything on all fours.” He said while laughing at the end.

“Ha funny… If you were any more broody, you’d be a Sith Lord.” I said with a big smile.

He stared daggers at me looking rather pissed off.

I acted like he was force choking me. I grabbed my throat and made choking noises as I spoke.

“No… I’m… sorry… my Lord…”

He smiled “I find your lack of faith disturbing.”

“See? Better. But really are you ok? I have not seen much of you whenever I am back and I always need my wingman.” I asked with concern in my voice.

“Look. I’m ok… I just have had a hard time sleeping.” He said but his voice and body language betrayed him. He was always bad at lying.

“Come on, don’t bullshit me man!” I said in a serious tone for once in my life in the States.

“We can talk about this later, this is your stop.” He pulled a sharp turn and slid into the parking spot next to my car in front of my apartment.

“Still drive like you’re a Duke boy huh?” I said as I left the car closing the door. I turned around to tell him one last thing.

“We will talk about it later today, alright?” I asked with worry showing on my face.

“Yes. See you soon. I just need to go to work then get home for a drink. I’ll call you later.” He said then drove off.

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“Maybe I should have pushed back that talk. Maybe he wouldn’t have disappeared that day…” I said aloud.

Just then I heard a strange noise come from the roof of the train. It sounded like footsteps?