Sunglasses

Clicking the top of my pen repeatedly I stared at the teacher giving a lesson on Catcher in the Rye.  I think my Dad had told me he read this book when he was in high school.  Going to show you that being a teacher isn’t that hard.  All you do is teach recycled lesson plans and read from a manual.

My attention kept drifting from what she was talking about too staring at her breasts and how the buttons of her white blouse strained to keep them from busting loose for all to see.  It reminded me of the porn I had watched last night before bed.  She reminded me of the porn star to be honest, brunette with large and probably fake tits teasing her students until one was asked to stay late, then they fucked.

Lost in my daydream I didn’t even hear Greg who sat behind me start to talk.  I didn’t like him too much and tended to ignore any shit he was talking about.  He picked on me and called me names and bullied my friends as well, but he seemed to focus on me more lately.  Maybe it was because his family was poor as fuck and my parents just bought me the new iPhone.

“Three O’clock and you’re dead, I’m going to fuck you up.”

His voice was barely auditable, but it was loud enough for me to hear it and the kids sitting around me.  But Mrs. Busty didn’t hear a thing.  Not that the teachers in this school gave a fuck anyway.  They just wanted their paycheck, summers off…ha to think of it they sound like we did.  Until Greg had reminded me about what was going down after school, I was having a relatively good day.  Now my day was a cross between scared shitless and wanting to run home.  You see I wasn’t much of a fighter and the school knew it.  I just wanted to go home and play Battle Royale 3 and jerk off to teacher student porn.

I glanced at the clock; it was fifteen to three.  My phone in my pocket vibrated.  I felt around in my pocket and slid it out just far enough were I could make out the notification.  My friend Peter had texted me.  It said run.  Make up an excuse to leave early and run home.  I didn’t think that was a possibility.  Maybe if I stayed and got the shit kicked out of me the kids at school wouldn’t laugh at me and maybe one of the girls would actually give me a real blow job for being brave.

Looking up at the clock again, it was now five to three.  Where had the ten minutes gone?  I was starting to get nervous and not sure what I was going to do.  Then the bell went off and it was time whether I wanted it to happen or not.  Something was going to go down and it would probably be me with a bloody nose and to the applause of entire school.

I’d then wake up to tomorrow with my images and videos trending on Twitter and YouTube. I would be the next internet super star.  My father told me how when he was growing up there was no evidence of anything he did, and he would tell me how lucky he was to grow up in a time before technology.  I had told him about Greg, he said that I should keep my head up high and not be scared to knock the shit out of him.

With a deep breath I put my books away clicked the pen for the last time and left the classroom heading to the exit where Greg would be waiting for me.  I pushed open the door and I could see him waiting in the playground.  I also noticed a nice pair of Raybans sitting on the ledge of the large brick railing that bordered the stairs.  It was the classic black frames with Rayban written on the temple and the lenses as dark as night.  How could I resist? Picking them up I tried them on.  The sunglasses fit perfectly and I felt a warm fuzzy feeling surround my body, it was similar to the feeling I got at Jeff’s house when we’d steal his parents’ edible cookies.  I felt good like everything was how it should be, I no longer feared the fight that was a head of me.

I saw Greg standing in the open field by the sign of the school, cracking his knuckles and talking to his friends.  Something was said the three of them laughed as a crowd started to gather around them.  It was like the entire school had felt my impending doom.  The next thing I knew I was right up upon them, face to face.  How in the fuck did that happened?  I didn’t even know I was walking.

“Look who showed up, I thought you’d have run home to Mummy.”

“Fuck you Greg.”  I was shocked and surprised at what I had said.  My voice wasn’t shaky and full of fear.  Even the adrenaline that coursed through my body was missing.  This was fucked up.

Greg reached out to pushed me.  I took a step back, dropped my backpack to the ground and looked at him.  “Don’t do that again.”  Fuck, where was this voice coming from.  It was clear I had thrown Greg off his game.  I had never acted like this before.  Through the dark lenses of my sunglasses I saw him clench his fist, cock it, and he threw it.  It hit nothing but air.

To my surprise I had made a fist of my own and I watched it fly through the air.  It was like I was playing a video game and the cut scene just slowed down to show this awesome cinematic part.

It was a perfect shot to his temple.  I felt my hand make perfect contact, a flash of pain went through me and Greg dropped to the ground.  All around me the kids went silent and didn’t move.  They were as shocked as I was.

The first sound I heard was that of old buses pulling away from where they had stopped.  Not making a scene I picked up my backpack and left Greg laying on the ground and took a few steps back.  I didn’t know if he was dead or what.  But he wasn’t moving, he was surrounded by his friends one of which went running to get a teacher to come help Greg.  I ran and didn’t look back.

When I was out of view of the kids, I looked down at my fist.  It was red with swelling and was starting to turn a bluish purple.  How would I explain this to my parents?

“Pussy.”

“Who said that?”  I was alone, no one around me but I heard that voice clearly.

“I said it.”

“What…who is I.”  I took the glasses off and looked around.  Confused.  “Hello?”  I waited and got no answer from that weird voice.  Putting the glasses back on.

“I can help you.  I know your thoughts.  You want that teacher?  We can get her.  You want Sally to ask you to the Spring dance?  We can make that happen.  You help me kid, I’ll help you.”

“Who are you?  And how do you know these things.”

“Don’t worry about that.  Just make sure you keep my lenses clean, keep me on, and together we will be as cool as I made James Dean.”

“Who the fuck is James Dean?”

The End.

Copyright F.C. Janes

Driving North

I held the steering wheel at the top with one hand.  My fingers tapping away to the music.  The station playing was one of the oldie stations you only get out in the middle of nowhere.  A station like this would never survive in the big old city.  With the hipsters and millennial’s taking over.  The music was disgusting, not like the old days where music was timeless.  Artists had to sing, none of this auto tune shit.  I turned the volume up on the music.  This song took me back to my teens.  Elvis.  “Don’t step on those blue swede shoes baby.”  I started to sing along.

Turning the volume down. I thought I had heard some kind of a stomping sound coming from the back.  I waited, leaving the volume down low to see if I’d hear that again.  Yup, there it is, I had to pull over.

Waiting until I found a safe spot on the side of the country road to pull over.  Bringing the car to a stop I reached over to my day bag that was packed with some clothing, some water, rope, a knife, oh and there it was.  I pulled out a small bottle and got a fresh needle from the package of four.  Sliding the needle through the membrane of the small vile I sucked up what I thought would be enough CC to put out a little lady and then I carefully put the vial back into a larger container and opened the door.

I smiled at passing cars and waved.  A nice man stopped to see if I needed assistance, which I didn’t.  Looking up and down the road I listened for the sound of car engines.  Once everything was quiet and the only sound was that of birds chirping, I popped the trunk.  Staring up at me was a wide-eyed woman.  Duct tape covering her mouth, she looked to be about twenty or so.  Her jeans dirty, shirt riding up as she struggled against the rope that had her hands tied behind her back.  She tried to talk to me through the duct tape, but I couldn’t make out a word she was saying.  “Don’t worry this won’t hurt a bit.  I can’t have you back here making all that kind of racket, now can I?”  I leaned down to put a needle in her neck, but she kept moving.  “You need to be still.  If I put this needle in and it snaps off, you will be in bad shape.”  I held her head down this time.  With some force, pushing it in to the rough carpet of my trunk.  The needle went in and I pressed down on the plunger.  It wasn’t long until her body became limp and she quieted down.  Gently I pulled the needle out and walked back to my door and sat down in the car.

Once everything had been put away, I put the needle back in my day bag and drove on up the road.  I flipped the radio station to a new channel.

“This just in.  The daughter of police chief Winston McGill has been abducted outside her college campus.  This video tape shows a red Honda pulling up beside her, the door opened she appears to have been pulled into the car.  If you see this vehicle report it to the authorities right away.”  I flipped the channel.

Down on the hood of the car the old Chrysler hood ornament caught the sun as it broke through the trees.  Up ahead I could see lights flashing, police had blocked the road.  There were a couple of cars ahead of me.  One of which was the old man who had asked if I needed help.  One by one the cars in front of me were waved through the roadblock.  I stopped beside the police officer who leaned down and looked around inside my car.

“Where you heading?”

“Heading up north to my cottage not far up the road.  I have some acreage and I’m going to spend a few days hunting.  Are you a hunter officer?”
“No I never got into it. My father loves it.  Well you have a good few days.”

“Thank you, you as well.”  I smiled and nodded and drove off slowly.

 

Flipping the radio back on I started to hum and looked at the road sign.  150 KM to Bonfield.

The End

Copyright F.C. Janes

The Twisted

“I have something I need to tell you.” Her eyes shifted nervously. She sat up in bed unaware that her breasts were exposed.

Hopping on one foot he looked at her as he pulled on his pant leg, partly distracted by her bare chest. “What’s that?”

Downstairs a door slams

“What do you need to tell me?” Flattening out his belt before locking it on to place with the clasp. Nervous panic starting to flood through his system.

“I’m pregnant.”

John’s head perked up and he dropped his shirt to the floor with one boot on and the other half way. “You’re what?”

“Pregnant…” Michelle said her eyes shifting to the bed sheets.

“Michelle! Where are you.” A yell came from downstairs. Footsteps could be heard coming up the old steps that creaked with the mans weight.

“Not the best timing Michelle.”

“Well I’m sorry.” She said pouting. “But I love you.”

John’s expression was less then thrilled at that. “Fuck.” He thought to himself “Just my fucking luck.”

“Michelle! Are you in your room?” A knock came to the door.

“Father I’m not dressed, please give me a moment to make myself presentable.”

“I hear talking, there better not be someone in there with you. I raised no whore.”

John chuckled. If only her father knew how bad his little girl was. She made the prostitutes at the local brothel look like good church going women. Quickly John put his shirt om and grabbed his cloak sliding it on. “We will talk later.” John had no plans on returning to this girls bedside again. He was gone, dust in the wind. His next stop was a tavern to get a drink and then grab his horse and leave this dusty town behind.

“Father I am alone…I just bathed…please.”

Hard knocks came to the door that rattled the hinges.

“Father stop!”

“That’s it, he is in there isn’t he. That fucking asshole is going to answer to me! It better not be David’s retard of a son in there.”

John looked surprised at Michelle. “Who’s David?” John paused in thought. “Maybe it’s David’s kid?”

Michelle shook her head, at this moment the door burst inwards and there stood her father, all six two of him and 300 plus pounds. “You motherfucker!” His eyes met John’s.

“Actually daughter fucker would be more accurate.” John said with a smile. Reaching for his holster he then looked to the window thinking that would be his best bet to escape.

“You fucked my daughter John!” The father stepped in to the room and reached for his gun.

“Is that a question or a statement?” John looked down the barrel of the gun. “Hey…hey we’re all friends here… right?”

“You know how old she is? Friends don’t fuck friends daughters!”

John shrugged his shoulders. “Would it matter if she was older?”

Rick pulled his pistol and fired which sent John diving and Michelle screaming.

John managed to dive in the corner which offered some protection thanks to a dresser. But all Michelle’s father had to do was take two steps and he’d have a clear shot. John stared at the bullet holes in the wall, he didn’t miss by much. “Let’s just talk Rick.”

“Fuck talking.” Rick fired another few shots.

John started counting on his fingers. He wasn’t so good at math. John continued to count and noticed the closet door would open towards him and he could use it to get a bit more protection. Doing so he pinned himself in the corner. Door on one side, dresser on the other.

Another shot blew a hole right through the door just missing John’s head. “That was six right?” John said to himself. Shortly he had silently agreed with himself that six shots had been fired pushed the door closed and walked towards Rick who was focused on loading his revolver.

John reached out with his hands and grabbed the sides of Ricks head snapping it quickly to the left. There was a quick bone chilling crack then Rick’s body fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

John took a deep breath and sighed. “Well fuck.” He looked around for Michelle but she was no where to be found. John walked around the bed and saw Michelle laying on the floor tits to ground, ass up, one leg bent and leaning against the bed the other stretched out. John cocked his head and saw a pool of blood under her body. He didn’t know if he should laugh, cry, or just run. Rick in his madness had accidently shot his daughter but missed him.

“Ain’t that something.” John gathered his things and slowly walked out the front door with a whistle.

The End.

Rocket Ship

I took a long deep pull on the cigarette that was mixed with some weed.  The drug policy at work was clear, don’t come to work high.  But getting high was the only way to make it through work.  Mixing it with tobacco hide it nicely.  It was lunch time and I had walked over to the park not to far from work.  Sat down on the same bench I always did and watched the world pass.  Checking out the occasional jogger in yoga pants as she ran through life.

Holding the cigarette between two fingers I reached for my water bottle and unscrewed the cap and took a few deep gulps of carbonated water, grapefruit was my flavor of choice.  A sudden bang caused me to drop my water bottle into my lap.  It scared the living crap out of me, and now it looked like I pissed my pants.  I looked around thinking it was a car accident, or a gun shot, or worse some kind of terror attack.  Seeing nothing I turned my attention to the sky and there were four vapour clouds in the shape of circles, each one a little small than the other.  Screams echoed through the park.  I heard one person yell out that this was a nuclear attack and we were all about to die.  I doubted that or we’d already be dead from the air burst.  The only reason I knew this was from video games and movies.

An object in the sky slowly caused me to stand, my head titled up as I watched this ship come in to focus.  It looked like a rocket ship straight out of 1950’s science fiction.  It was cylindrical in shape and came to a rounded point with long fins attached at the rear with a flame that seemed to be cutting in and out.  And the bloody thing was coming right at me.

I was in shock at being this close to some strange event, I wanted to move but my body was glued to the spot.

Sirens echoed in the city behind me as emergency services rolled up on to the scene.  Police cars jumped the curb, followed by swat vans.  Shit was hitting the fan it a big way.  Being the idiot that I am I decided to walk in to the park, following the emergency vehicles.  I had only walked a few steps before the ship passed out of view, hidden by the tree tops.  The ground shook and was followed by a bloom of dirt, sod, and women screaming.  The ship had crashed and I picked up my pace not wanting to miss out on the excitement of first contact.  Totally forgetting that my lunch was over.  But who was still working with all this racket going on?

 

I follow the emergence crew lights and my pace slowed as I near the scene.  Police cars blocked most of the crowd and the police officers were doing a great job at keeping the rest of us far enough away that we couldn’t see much.  Behind me a horn went off and I turned to see large black Hum-V’s enter the park.  They had no army or military insignia’s on them.  But they didn’t seem to give a shit who I was or anyone else.  After nearly running us over I watched the vehicles enter the park.

Men in dark suits stepped out, probably with some secret government department that I never had heard of.  They walked up to the police and whispered something and all there men were pulled back.  My attention then turned to what everyone else was staring at, a large ship with spider like legs holding it up right.  It was red and white with some scorch marks from when it entered the atmosphere.  The men in black suits walked up and stood just before it, military personal behind them in urban camouflage with weapons at the ready.

An orb of light between the men in black suits and the ship appeared.  It was bright and seemed to grow in brightness until a flash caused me to look away.  A gasp shared with the group moved through the crowd as we all shared a breath.  Standing where the orb had been were three….three…fuck if I knew what they were.  They looked like us but with short torsos and long limbs.  But there bodies were hidden behind some kind of suit.

And then it began.

People started to fall down like they were being choked and a few seconds later there was a pop sound.  Like a child had jumped in a deep puddle a wave of dark red blood was sent up in to the air.  The sound of guns silenced the sound of screams.  One by one people exploded like water balloons.  I did what I could only do.  I brought my cig from hand to my lips took a long hard pull.  A high pitched sound echoed inside my head, I felt a great pressure.  The cigarette dropped from my lips, I saw it flutter through the sky for a brief beautiful moment the cigarette hung in the air.  Then I to, went pop.

 

The End.