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Alarmingly Strange Stories The Return Of Mr. Sockforahead by Joshua Blanc |
| Something had him by the crotch! Oh - fuck - the pain! Daniel dropped
to the floor and tried to find the breath to scream. At last the sock let go, and spoke - in a voice that was high-pitched
and strangled as if someone had just mangled his genitals. "Feel anything? Cos I sure didn't!" The crowd was in a fit of laughter. God, wouldn't anyone realize what was going on? Sockforahead cackled, he was enjoying this. He wouldn't stop until every drop of self-esteem had been milked from the udder that was Daniel's psyche. Daniel whimpered and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw the gun holstered in the security guard's belt. The man was incapacitated by hysterical laughter. Surer than he'd ever been in his life, he stood up and grabbed the gun with his free hand. Sockforahead's laughter was silenced by a barrel in the mouth. "Whoa, Danny boy, whatch'a doin' with that?" Screams told him the bystanders finally new the gravity of the situation. They would no longer be Sockforahead's hungry audience. "You've tormented me long enough, Mr. Sockforahead!" Daniel cocked the gun, and turned it on the security guard. "Back off! This is between me and the sock!" "Whatever you say, dude. Just don't hurt anyone!" He thrust the weapon back at Sockforahead, who'd made a grab for his neck. "Don't even think about trying that again, Mr. Sockforahead." "Heh. You don't have the balls to shoot me, Daniel. And I should know, shouldn't I!" He let out another evil laugh, which only fueled Daniel's rage. "Go to hell!" Blam! Blam blam! Blam! Muscle, sinew, knuckle, blood, and fragments of sock and button splattered in a fine spray. Daniel sank to his knees. He was in excruciating pain, and losing quarts of precious blood, but free at last! He laughed, and tears of joy trickled down his quivering cheeks. "Click." Warm steel pressed against his nose. His left index finger slipped to the trigger, and the rest of his fist opened and closed like a mouth - saying: "You can't get rid of me that easily, Danny." Blam! |
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