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Death Has Its Heart in the Right Place

March 14, 2009
By Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
Andy Binker Cosen BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Looking down the barrel of a gun is a strange feeling, but after staring into Death's dark face so many times, Jack had become accustomed to the tickles and prickles that run across your spine. It had become a familiar, a common, an ordinary feeling. He almost liked it, the sensation, of Death looming about, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. To him, it was intoxicating. It made his heart race, his blood pump and adrenaline run. It was like being in love for the first time, and the last. Yet every time that the Reaper swung his scythe on the mob boss, he always seemed to stop, never finishing the job. It was as though he, Death, took pleasure in seeing Jack sweat under his blade. They both enjoyed the mad thrill, but it seemed that this would be the last time they would saviour it.
Bang! The thunderous roar of the gun shattered the calm night. It was over.
'Here. You can keep it,' the assassin tossed the smoking gun onto Jack's cold lap.
A sinister smile cut the killer's face. Raising his chin proudly, as a young boy does after winning a prize, the mercenary turned around slowly, savouring his victory. Now all he had to do was collect his pay and live comfortably on some exotic island for the rest of his life, without worries, without problems, without necessities, without ' Bang! A second shot.
The assassin's knees broke under the pain. One moment he was savouring glory and the next he was savouring the bitter sweet taste of warm steel, the killer kiss of a bullet. On all fours, he lifted his trembling hand up to his chest: his shirt was soaked in blood that was spewing out on both sides of his trunk. He was cold, weak, in pain. Frozen sweat poured down his face as his insides burnt in anguish.
Writhing on the floor with no strength at all, he turned around to see who the shooter was. Behind him, sitting in the same leather-cushion seat he had been sitting when the assassin came in, Jack sat. The only difference was that now his right arm was outstretched with his fingers curled around the gun. His eyelids were heavy upon his red eyes, but he still maintained them wide open.
'No ' Impossible ' I shot you ' I shot you in the heart.'
Jack licked his lips and explained slowly, enjoying every word, 'I am dextrocardi-ac.'

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jenna J said...
on Apr. 20 2010 at 11:56 am
I really like it! Wonderful final.

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Teddy said...
on Apr. 16 2010 at 1:55 pm
No one more, no one less. 415 palpitating words. Gorgeous!

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on Apr. 15 2010 at 10:37 am
Science knowledge in a mystery story is like ‘salt and pepper’ in a life.

George Y said...
on Apr. 14 2010 at 2:12 pm
Wow … exquisite!

on Apr. 13 2010 at 9:01 am
A Short Story with a Deep Soul.

John D said...
on Apr. 9 2010 at 1:55 pm
Just smart art.

hepburn said...
on Apr. 6 2010 at 7:40 am
hepburn, Assd, Other
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this is great! so short, so captivating and the idea is just perfect! *****

John said...
on Feb. 12 2010 at 7:17 am
I can't stop to say ... great work kid!

John said...
on Feb. 10 2010 at 7:19 am
This is a solid piece of art. It is robust, but also fine and delicate. This author will be a total success and we will remember this master piece.

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on Feb. 5 2010 at 10:42 am
nice description. looking forward to more.

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on Jan. 29 2010 at 3:23 pm
great work. keep writin. best friend

KellyR GOLD said...
on Jan. 15 2010 at 2:20 pm
KellyR GOLD, Richmond, Virginia
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We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Love how ironic the title is, nice job! =)

on Jan. 7 2010 at 9:19 pm
evrycloudyday7 PLATINUM, Wappingers Falls, New York
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"As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what counts." Seneca
"I'll just read a book instead. I don't care if we're just friends. I can hang out with myself I'm old enough now to pretend. Bam ba dum ba dum ba dum." kate n

that was really cool! nice idea.

on Jan. 7 2010 at 8:28 am
ariwrites94 GOLD, Deltona, Florida
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"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." ---Plato

Wow! wonderful article!!! if you have time maybe you could read my short story called "Held Hostage". Continue writing!!!

on Nov. 24 2009 at 7:14 pm
chelliex65 BRONZE, Farmingville, New York
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Wow. This is good. Love the description.

on Nov. 2 2009 at 12:41 pm
nice job =) nothing i have to ad O_O

on Oct. 16 2009 at 12:33 pm
Onceknown BRONZE, Denver, Colorado
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Courage is doing what your afraid to do
There can be no courage unless your scared
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Amazing Story!!

on Oct. 16 2009 at 12:33 pm
Onceknown BRONZE, Denver, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
Courage is doing what your afraid to do
There can be no courage unless your scared
-Eddie Rickerbacker

Wow. Amazing Story!