Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Kage kept following them, but dropped a bit farther behind, creating distance between the vehicles.
Hunting them like the wolf that he was.
He darted in and out, hiding behind larger trucks, zooming fast, then slowing down at a snail’s pace. They had to be rightfully confused. He squeezed the steering wheel; his eyes locked on the SUV in front of him. Target identified. At one point, they veered off the beaten path, no doubt trying to shake him. Rolling the window all the way down, the wind whipping his hair, he took out his gun. BANG!
BULLS-FUCKING-EYE. He noted the telltale sparkle of fuel trickling from the SUV’s undercarriage. With a sneer, he let his truck fall back slightly, giving the henchmen no reason to suspect he was the cause of their grave vulnerability. They suddenly turned on another side road, this one far bumpier than the first—the same moment that Johnny Cash’s, ‘House of the Rising Sun’ started to play. He tossed his cigarette out of the window and stayed on their asses like a hair on an ant’s ass as they made slick maneuvers, fishtailing back and forth until they were all out in the middle of nowhere.
The sun had begun to set, leaving a subtle, soft darkness to the sky. Suddenly, the black SUV stopped on a dime. Came to a screeching halt. Kage slowed down and stopped, too. The two men got out of their vehicle, guns drawn. The driver was pretty banged up, walking with a limp after their altercation at the gas station, but still held dark determination in his eyes.
“YOU WANNA PLAY, YOU SON OF UH BITCH!” one of them yelled. “WE’LL PLAY! GET OUT THE FUCKIN’ TRUCK!”
He sat steady in his truck for a spell, cut the engine, then slowly opened the door, gun at his side. As soon as he did, a barrage of bullets flew in his direction. He hit the ground, then quickly crawled to the back of his vehicle, which took the brunt of the abuse. He heard the bullets hit the truck, some of them ricocheting. Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out more weapons. Two 627 revolvers. The shooting stopped, but he could hear the footsteps along the gravel… the heavy breathing, tinged with a pinch of fear and a heaping tablespoon of doubt.
Kage lived for moments like this. His endorphins were high and mighty. Made him damn near horny. It was time to display his blood lust, his thirst for violence, his insatiable killing nature… allow it to pulse red hot with hatred, and shine in the light of evil. As soon as a shadow cast by one of the men approached from the left, he hunkered down as flat as he could, and shot his foot from beneath the carriage of his truck.
“AHHHHH!!! HE SHOT MY FUCKIN’ TOE!”
Wild gunfire commenced, coming from every direction. He shot again, and the man fell onto the gravel, a mere few feet from him. The other—the badly injured one that he’d pummeled at the gas station—began shooting again. By the time the fucker got to the back of his truck, the man paused, looking around in confusion.
Where in the fuck could I be? Where, oh, where is the lone wolf? Where art thee?
He heard the man reloading his gun, cursing under his breath while the other continued to groan like the pussy that he was. These motherfuckers don’t care about punishing me, or intimidating me. These motherfuckers are trying to kill me.
Kage aimed…
BANG!!! BANG!!!
He shot the second man in his ankles, forcing him down, too. Then, he quickly rolled from beneath the hot vehicle, sweat pouring down his body like a faucet. He grabbed the second guy’s gun as soon as he spotted it, and raced to the other son of a bitch who’d dropped his gun when he took a tumble. Their eyes met, and the man made a desperate grasp for his firearm. Just out of reach. He slowed, enjoying the show as he tried to reach for it over and over, a frenzy in his eyes. His shirt and pants became covered in light dirt and dust in his efforts, but it was too late. Kage tackled him, pinned him down with his weight, kneed him in the chest, and then secured his gun in his pocket.
He turned around and looked at the man’s feet. He lay there, bleeding.
“SNAP! SNAP!”
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” the man wailed when Kage wrapped his hands around each ankle and broke them. One hard twist is all it takes.
Kage laughed and laughed, his entire chest warming with bursting glee. The more blood, the more pain, the better. He salivated at the sight. His belly filled with joy as he cackled, having such a good ol’ time! He made his way back to the other guy, and did the same.