Before you read this i just want you to know Mrs Tu is the greatest mother on earth!
And am not joking!
Mrs Tu saw the white Honda Civic tailing them. Could it be? Could it
be that the time is now? An ominous ripple seeped steadily from a pit
anatomics has been unable to locate in her stomach and crept wider till
it racked her whole body. She shivered as her palm all of a sudden
became sweaty causing the steering wheel to slither and spin outta her
blood drained knuckles. She stepped on the brakes sharply in a bid to
steady the controls of the vehicle making the tyres screech in sublime
defiance as the car ground to a complete stop. Mrs Tu was still
shivering!
Po saw Mrs Tu shivering. He knew what it was to be scared. Not that he had ever been scared, NEVER but he knew just exactly what fear is. He could smell the aroma of fear miles away, he loved it. Somewhere in a clove in his brain he could feel Mrs Tu’s frenzied heartbeat and yeah he was loving the feeling. He lurched forward and without warning the seatbelt threw him back in his seat as Mrs Tu eased her foot off the brake.
Po heard her ‘remain in this car no matter what’ and for some reasons known to him he wanted to do just the opposite ‘mum am 7yrs old, you have no right to tell me what to do!’ And he pushed open the car door. Mrs Tu began screaming in a frenzy as tears dripped down her face.
BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
A short gasp escaped Mrs Tu as the staccato of automatic gunfire pierced her hearing. A sharp dagger of pain stabbed at her chest and dug deeper wracking her existence.
Is this the end? Mrs Tu asked as sprawled on the granite floor she watched her only son go down as 32 rifle bullets cut through his skin. His blood curdling scream twisted the dagger of pain in her heart once more.
Po saw Mrs Tu shivering. He knew what it was to be scared. Not that he had ever been scared, NEVER but he knew just exactly what fear is. He could smell the aroma of fear miles away, he loved it. Somewhere in a clove in his brain he could feel Mrs Tu’s frenzied heartbeat and yeah he was loving the feeling. He lurched forward and without warning the seatbelt threw him back in his seat as Mrs Tu eased her foot off the brake.
Po heard her ‘remain in this car no matter what’ and for some reasons known to him he wanted to do just the opposite ‘mum am 7yrs old, you have no right to tell me what to do!’ And he pushed open the car door. Mrs Tu began screaming in a frenzy as tears dripped down her face.
BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
A short gasp escaped Mrs Tu as the staccato of automatic gunfire pierced her hearing. A sharp dagger of pain stabbed at her chest and dug deeper wracking her existence.
Is this the end? Mrs Tu asked as sprawled on the granite floor she watched her only son go down as 32 rifle bullets cut through his skin. His blood curdling scream twisted the dagger of pain in her heart once more.
She looked up at the killer of her 7yr old son and Mrs Tu declared
‘your balance is in the brown paper bag in the trunk of the car…and
welldone!’
stolen :D
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