The end of one life and the start of another
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The end of one life and the start of another
Location: New Mexico
Area: Three Forks River
Date: January 10th 2008
Time: 11:45 Am
A large white van stopped in a empty clearing of desert a couple of miles away from the location of Three Forks River. the paint on the van having deteriorated from the mass amount of useage, the tires having iron nails and sloppy patches of tape all along the rims, the front window largely cracked from blunt trauma and several holes in the passenger side of the same window, the interior was an absolute war zone from the mad amount of: blood, spilled liquor, bullet casings and bundles of money soaked with blood and liquor. In the driver seat was Carlos, a recently new driver to the smuggler team, he was doing this for his father and he was a calm man in times of crisis, who was actually for the first time panicking from the ambush of cops that turned a simple delivery to a hell storm of bullets. The one in the shotgun spot was Grecia, My second-in-command and a crack shot with a firearm, was limp in her seat with her rifle that she engraved with her motto: "En caso de duda, mátalos a todos." In the back was just three others which were Bruno, Alonso and I.
Bruno is our brawler and enforcer who never says anything about the situation nor last failures. Bruno was the one who told you where he stood on the situation if anything would deal with any seniors and family, I liked Bruno for his honesty and between him and Grecia they were like a second family. Alonso was the opposite of Bruno in how he acted. Alonso was arrogant, rude and a dirtbag that sell his mother for a grand if she didn’t make his food right. I never liked Alonso, he never sat right with me and my crew but we unfortunately needed him for his connections. I was nothing special because I never had a social life, I was the fucking best smuggler in New Mexico and with a couple of my stashes around the few towns and rivers in the lower half of the state I had the funds and ways to change the identities of my crew in times of crisis. We had stopped here by Three Forks River to dump the van and change our clothing and paperwork, the Federalizes and DEA would be on our trail soon and we would need to get rid of any evidence that could get us in prison.
Exiting the van, Bruno and I went to the fake rock that we knew of that we haven’t told the others except my friend Grecia to retrieve the paperwork and fallback cask. Alonso went up to Carlos and nodded at him before silently pulling out his 9mm before attaching a silencer to the barrel. Raising the gun, two silent shots fired from the weapon and hitting both Bruno and I before we fell to the dirt in pain.
”Bang. Bang”
My mind was scrambling for an understanding for a reason when footsteps walked up to our prone bodies. I turned my head to look at Bruno to see if he was ok was the worst mistake of my life as a silenced 9mm pointed at his head fired twice and killing my friend and brother from another mother.
“BANG. BANG.
“BRUNO!!!!”
I screamed out as thick leather boot stomped onto my face, completely covering everything except a single eye. My eyes tremble in shock and fear as Alonso pointed his gun to my head, an evil smirk planted on his face.
“You deserve this you fucking rat. You sold us out and you are going to die a filthy fucking rat.”
Alonso said with venom as his foot pressed his foot down harder onto my face as the van door slammed shut before another person walked up.
“Let me get the paperwork real quick… we need to get out of the area before the cops showed up.”
I heard Charlos say as he went to the fake rock, pulling out two separate papers from it before heading back to his friend. Standing above me were two bastards that I couldn’t believe that were doing this to us.
“Here take this… I’ll take this one… fuck… I wish I chose that one… who would name their kid Ignacio “Nacho” Varga..? You fuck you got lucky…”
Charlos said, looking at Alonso before chuckling as Alonso spoke up.
“The name Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca, what a fucking coincidence… Your lucky that your getting a quick death. But you should get a final word in before death.”
Alonso’s booth moved his boot off my face before looking at me, which I was thankful for because if I was going to die I rather be honest.
“I didn’t-“
“BANG”
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Floating… I was floating in a liquid, I had no idea where I was nor what had caused me to be here. The last thing o could recall was… was..- I.. I don’t remember what happened… I felt confused about why i suddenly had drawn a blank on the situation. I raised my hand up and pressed against something, my mind started to panic as i realized that I didn’t have a mask to breathe in to keep the liquid away from my lungs. I started pounding on the surface, seeing cracks of light enter the area inside where I was in. The liquid was dark green with a bunch of slow moving slime surrounded me, I didn’t dare stop hitting the surface to look at myself and wonder why I had a race change. Before my thoughts could keep me from escaping the liquid a final strike broke the surface and with a burst of speed, I emerged from the liquid, gasping for air as I blinked quickly to remove any and all slime out of my eyes. What I saw was absolutely insane, a room full of broken slime containers with a bunch of weird bugs crawling and hissing everything save for one at the far end of the room. Waste of good incubation time that one is..- wait how did I know that he was In incubation..- wait was that container I was in a incubator with all these…- oh god I’m a fucking alien…
My thoughts went a three miles a minute as a large bug walked up to the grubs, lifting one up in a green glow before petting it softly. Grinning evilly as they evil thoughts which made me recognize them as the leader and some bug that I hate with a passion. Another thought went through my head as I looked over the room…
“I’m in bucking hell… for being a bucking rat… wait why can’t I say buck!? Buck!! BUCK!!!!”
