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|Greed (standard:horror, 3417 words)|
|Author: SavageWolf||Added: Nov 29 2001||Views/Reads: 2208/1353||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Seth is overcome with his greed, and pays the consequences...|
He paused as he approached the dark, descending stairway. He looked around and took a deep drag from his unfiltered Lucky Strike. A nasty habit, Seth thought. He took another drag and watched the smoke unfurl towards the sky. He headed down the stairs, and noted the eerie look of the moonlight reflecting off the cold pale railing. It reminded Seth of death, yet left an underlying feeling of the longing for love. He was brought back to the painful memory of his only lost love, that died because of his greed. He shook it off as he hit his cigarette one last time, and flicked it away in a cascading display of sparks as it struck the walls in the darkness below. He came to the landing at the bottom of the stairs, and headed towards the edge of the platform awaiting the steel creature, which had one great shining eye and came to a screeching halt in front of him. Seth looked at his watch, given to him by Sharine for his birthday, and swore to himself at the time. It was 2:15 am, and he was almost late for work. He had just started a job across town as a Security Guard for the Museum, and it wouldn’t do to be late on the first day. He rushed towards the door as it opened, and looked around the car. Luckily, at this hour, the car was nearly deserted. The only people in sight were two pathetic looking crazies. The lights dimmed, and they were on their way. Seth walked down the aisle towards the first person he saw. This man was apparently down on his luck, passed out in a grimy pair of brown plaid dress pants. Seth could see where the times have been unkind to his “suit” as he had multicolor patches covering it. He was holding a bottle of Tennessee sour mash whiskey, and Seth didn’t think he would mind if he woke up and found it gone. Seth continued on and sat behind the last occupant of the car. He kicked his feet up on the lady’s chair in front of him, and ignoring all the signs on board lit up another Lucky Strike. He sat there contemplating things to come, and took occasional long pulls on the bottle of Jack. Seth looked at the window, and was disappointed with what looked back. At 6’2”, 182 lbs, he was proud of his body. His build, though not bulky, was deceptively strong. He could get into a fight and come out unscathed. The only thing that Seth didn’t like about his reflection was the complexion that resulted in long hours in hiding after Sharine died. Seth had deep blue-rimmed gray eyes, and dirty blonde hair pulled back in a tail, but he had turned pale after hiding. He was once healthily tan, and now when he examined himself, the sickly thing looking back disgusted him. He took another long pull at the whiskey, trying to erase the bile taste that rose to his mouth. “Sharine,” he thought, “How long it’s been.” Seth was brought back to the last memory he had with Sharine at the warehouse. ------------------------------memory------------------------------------ They had been deeply in love. He was convinced she was a perfect match for him, and she was convinced that he was her soul mate. Seth had been in trouble at the time from debt owed to the IRA. He was told if he pulled of this job, the debt would be erased, and he would be back in good standing with his “family.” So Seth talked to Sharine, and they agreed he would take the job, as long as he promised to retire from the life of an outlaw. They met at the West End Warehouse later that evening, and were told they needed to waste anyone inside, and take the goods. Once the goods were safely established, they were to drop them at a prearranged safe house. Now Sharine would walk to the ends of the earth for Seth, and Seth in turn would lay down his life for hers. His only downfall was his greed. They came to the warehouse, and Seth was to go in while Sharine waited in the car. He ran to the trunk, pulled out his trusty 12-gauge and strapped his 45 Click here to read the rest of this story (294 more lines)
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