Thursday, October 08, 2015

Dubious Arrangement: Day 7

Word Count: 42,011

Summary of Events:
Greyson decided to wander around the yard a bit and heard someone trying to start the old car in the workshop; he went to check it out and was attacked. He managed to escape his attackers and after running into Mr. Odell he went down to the Battle River and came across the body of the man who'd intruded into his house the other day. Not wanting to walk by it, Greyson went to ford the Battle River but the swift spring current took his feet out from under him and he nearly drowned.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Forcing the man to the ground, Greyson dug his knee into the man's abdomen and held him there. He put the gun grip into his own mouth while he quickly fastened the money belt around his waist.
The man reached up and grabbed the gun out of Greyson's teeth, but Greyson seized the man's wrist and began to struggle with him for the gun. They fired three shots into the ceiling.
A few moments later another shot rang out, but this time Greyson felt like a hot knife had struck across his right bicep. The man stopped fighting Greyson for the gun and Greyson pointed it at the man's throat again.
"Not a wise move," another scrambled voice said.
Greyson looked up and saw another figure, his gun drawn and aimed with confidence, standing in the doorway through the cloud of smoke. He could barely see the man, and he had a feeling the man could barely see him.
"You make a move and it will be your last," he said.
Sliding his eyes over to look at the big sliding door at the other end, Greyson thought about it. This building was mostly in shadow, and with the smoke clouding things up, he probably had a legitimate means of escape — or at least he sure hoped he did.
"You're wiser to give up now," the man in the doorway said. "Not that I, for one, don't mind hunt and chase."
Greyson surged to his feet and ran. He heard several shots ring out and some glass shattered. He popped the lock on the inside of the sliding door and slid it open just enough to get out. Wood splintered close to his right hand as he pulled the door closed a little bit.
Quickly he powered over to the trees and the vehicles lined up in front of them. He'd have cover and a means of disappearance there — of course it did technically lead the wrong way, not to the river, but away from it.
Another shot rang out and Greyson dove, smacking his face on the side of an old cargo van. He lay dazed for a few moments before scrambling underneath the old truck beside it — being as the truck had a higher undercarriage.
His right bicep stung and Greyson looked over at it. In the dimness he could see it was bleeding. That fourth bullet must've been from the other man's gun, and it must've grazed him. He was close there.
The grass was thick in front of the truck he was hiding under, so he couldn't see when his pursuers were coming, he had to rely on his ears. He could hear the sound of grass being run through, then he heard a thud and a string of cursing; some junk hidden in the grass somewhere had been tripped over, he guessed."

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