Word Count: 78,015
Summary of Events:
Greyson and Piper had breakfast together and discussed trust and manipulation and their relationship. Greyson spied some more gangsters during his workout and decided to play a trick on them, which would only work if Mr. Odell owned a balaclava . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"Greyson searched around frantically for a good solid branch that he could use to pry the door or a window open. He kicked something that hit a rock and made a metallic clatter.
Puzzled and curious, Greyson looked down and saw a pistol on the ground. Was it JL's? Still here in the bush? Good grief, maybe he was supposed to take it for his own if he kept coming up with it.
Taking it up, Greyson checked and found that it had four shots left. Mr. Odell was probably going to know what happened, no matter what point of entry Greyson chose to shoot to unlock, but there was also the ability to pin the blame on the gangsters.
Putting the gun against the door about where he was pretty confident the bolt that locked the door fit in, Greyson fired a shot and then threw himself into the door; it didn't quite break, so he fired a second shot.
The door swung open and caused Greyson to tumble to the floor on his second effort. Getting to his feet, Greyson closed the door and looked around. Everything was simple, and a lot of it looked worn, but it was rather orderly, so Greyson started looking where he logically assumed a balaclava would be.
Logic proved correct and Greyson found a black balaclava in among the hats. Greyson slid it on. It fit nicely. Greyson smiled, his plan would work. He pulled the balaclava off of his head and turned around to get back to the trailer.
A knock sounded on the door, however, and Greyson halted. The gangster had found him, either that or Mr. Odell. He'd have to get out another way, unheard, hopefully. He looked at the window on the wall to the right of the door, he ought to be able to fit out through there.
Silently he popped the latch on the window as another knock sounded. Greyson heaved the window up with a terrifying shriek of the metal frame; he leapt out of the window as the door slammed open and scrambled around the back of the cabin as several shots rang out.
Greyson then surged to his feet and made a break northwards for the pasture. As he ran he realized he was still holding JL's pistol, it was officially his now, it seemed — especially being as JL was dead — he kept running. He only had two shots left, and no extra ammunition; he'd have to find a way to pinch that from somewhere.
Bursting out of the trees, Greyson vaulted over the fence and ran as fast as he could across the open space of the pasture toward the trailer. He hoped the gangster hadn't picked up on him, he was too exposed, and for far too long; he was having to cut across the pasture at a long angle.
Finally Greyson vaulted the fence, crashed through the trees, and scrambled into the trailer via the sliding doors. He didn't stop until he was in the master bedroom sitting beside the bed."
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Dubious Arrangement: Day 12
Word Count: 72,011
Summary of Events:
Greyson ended up having a woman with dementia come to his door after having escaped from her care facility and crashed the car she'd stolen to do so; Greyson got her on her way to going back where she belonged when the female gangster drove by. A few days later, with a new SUV, she came to see Greyson and he worked to regain her trust — along with giving her the nickname of Piper.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Greyson leaned casually against the cruiser as the officer skimmed over the statement and then put it away in the cruiser.
"So, somebody noticed Mrs. Jahn was missing, right?" Greyson asked.
"Yes," the officer replied. "She was a nursing home resident due to her dementia, and she walked out just after breakfast, climbed into the still-running car of someone who was just running something in, and drove off."
"So she was driving a stolen vehicle without a license," Greyson said.
The officer nodded.
"I'm amazed that she survived," Greyson said. "Much less that she got all the way out here. And I'm thoroughly confused as to why she walked past three driveways before walking down the range road all the way to the trailer I'm renting. I would've thought she'd have gone down one of the driveways first."
The officer shook his head, then something sounded over his radio and he got otherwise occupied. Greyson surveyed the scene and then spied something bright yellow — not the florescent green-yellow of the emergency vehicles, but lemon yellow.
Her Lexus. She'd gotten it towed for repairs, and now — completely repaired — it was driving down the highway heading north toward the range road. Greyson hoped she didn't see him, he didn't want to suddenly bolt.
The Lexus disappeared behind the line of emergency vehicles and didn't emerge for a long time; when it came out the window was down and gunfire rang out. Greyson took off for the trees, but stumbled when searing pain ripped through his thigh.
There was outcry and more gunfire, along with the sound of a vehicle rapidly accelerating before more vehicles and crying sirens sounded. Greyson stayed on his knees, clutching the squirming, terrified kitten against his chest.
Greyson reached down with his free hand and felt his thigh; it felt like another grazing, for which he was grateful, he was already being slowed down in his workouts by the cut from her on his calf. He shook his head as to why she'd done that. He'd have to ask her if she wasn't caught by the cops first.
"Are you alright sir?" a woman asked as a latex-gloved hand settled onto the back of his neck.
"I think I got grazed on the thigh," Greyson replied.
The paramedic helped him to his feet and walked him over to the ambulance. The police cruiser he'd been standing by was splattered with blood and the officer was gone; as they passed the cruiser, Greyson saw that its windshield was obliterated and there were other bullet wounds to its front.
Greyson's leg was bandaged and he was then assisted into the passenger seat of the ambulance, which peeled off almost immediately. Greyson had a feeling the officer was in critical condition."
Summary of Events:
Greyson ended up having a woman with dementia come to his door after having escaped from her care facility and crashed the car she'd stolen to do so; Greyson got her on her way to going back where she belonged when the female gangster drove by. A few days later, with a new SUV, she came to see Greyson and he worked to regain her trust — along with giving her the nickname of Piper.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Greyson leaned casually against the cruiser as the officer skimmed over the statement and then put it away in the cruiser.
"So, somebody noticed Mrs. Jahn was missing, right?" Greyson asked.
"Yes," the officer replied. "She was a nursing home resident due to her dementia, and she walked out just after breakfast, climbed into the still-running car of someone who was just running something in, and drove off."
"So she was driving a stolen vehicle without a license," Greyson said.
The officer nodded.
"I'm amazed that she survived," Greyson said. "Much less that she got all the way out here. And I'm thoroughly confused as to why she walked past three driveways before walking down the range road all the way to the trailer I'm renting. I would've thought she'd have gone down one of the driveways first."
The officer shook his head, then something sounded over his radio and he got otherwise occupied. Greyson surveyed the scene and then spied something bright yellow — not the florescent green-yellow of the emergency vehicles, but lemon yellow.
Her Lexus. She'd gotten it towed for repairs, and now — completely repaired — it was driving down the highway heading north toward the range road. Greyson hoped she didn't see him, he didn't want to suddenly bolt.
The Lexus disappeared behind the line of emergency vehicles and didn't emerge for a long time; when it came out the window was down and gunfire rang out. Greyson took off for the trees, but stumbled when searing pain ripped through his thigh.
There was outcry and more gunfire, along with the sound of a vehicle rapidly accelerating before more vehicles and crying sirens sounded. Greyson stayed on his knees, clutching the squirming, terrified kitten against his chest.
Greyson reached down with his free hand and felt his thigh; it felt like another grazing, for which he was grateful, he was already being slowed down in his workouts by the cut from her on his calf. He shook his head as to why she'd done that. He'd have to ask her if she wasn't caught by the cops first.
"Are you alright sir?" a woman asked as a latex-gloved hand settled onto the back of his neck.
"I think I got grazed on the thigh," Greyson replied.
The paramedic helped him to his feet and walked him over to the ambulance. The police cruiser he'd been standing by was splattered with blood and the officer was gone; as they passed the cruiser, Greyson saw that its windshield was obliterated and there were other bullet wounds to its front.
Greyson's leg was bandaged and he was then assisted into the passenger seat of the ambulance, which peeled off almost immediately. Greyson had a feeling the officer was in critical condition."
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Dubious Arrangement: Day 11
Word Count: 66,014
Summary of Events:
Greyson found out a lot of information about his attackers from JL's cellphone, including the names of the two other dead men, and the names of some other gangsters who might come after him. While he was doing his morning workout he spotted a new vehicle and found a new gangster — a female gangster — had come to help Odie out. They attacked Greyson and Greyson managed to get away from Odie and get the upper hand with her, but then Odie came back . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"In one motion Greyson lifted the rifle, aimed it, and cocked it. If he pulled the trigger Odie was headless. Greyson didn't like to think of the idea, but he'd spent good money on this gun for the sake of preserving his life.
Odie's eyes popped wide and his firing stance wavered. Greyson dropped his aim from Odie's head to his leg and fired. The rifle's blast in the small room was deafening. He was glad he kept the closet door closed, hopefully the kittens wouldn't be deaf.
Dampness blossomed over Odie's thigh, but Odie didn't clutch his leg, he just leaned against the door, looking rather shaky, and smiled evilly — although unsteadily — Greyson felt a little shaky himself at the realization that he'd deliberately shot someone.
She was curled up into a ball on Greyson's pillow; her eyes were wide, and she looked on the verge of tears. Greyson turned his gaze back to Odie as the murderer shakily raised his gun to point at Greyson's head.
Suddenly Odie fell and a shot rang out. She and Greyson both leapt up from where they'd been and went over to him. There was still a pulse, not surprisingly, but Odie had gone into shock and fainted.
Greyson looked up and saw her taking hold of her pistol. She stalked over to the doorway and trained it on him, her gaze was intensely vicious, and she looked like she was about ready to kill him.
"You wouldn't kill a woman," she said.
"Unless the woman was out to kill me," Greyson replied, taking up Odie's pistol from his limp hand.
"You wouldn't shoot a woman," she said.
"What's the difference in shooting a woman if I've shot a man?" Greyson asked.
"You shoot the woman, you get shot," she replied.
"Odie was going to shoot me too, and he failed," Greyson said.
"Odie?" she asked, dropping her gun's steady aim.
Greyson smiled. "I know it's technically DO, but forwards his initials are O and D, and I just decided to call him Odie. I contemplated calling JL Jail, but I didn't."
"How much do you know?" she asked, retraining her gun on him.
"A lot more than I did two weeks ago," Greyson replied. "But still not enough."
"Why do you want to know more?" she asked.
Greyson looked down at Odie on the floor, a pool of red growing around his leg, looking like he was sound asleep. He turned and looked back at her with a serious expression on his face.
"Because I don't have a job, I want quick, easy money, and a lot of it," Greyson replied. "And I also want a job that is high-intensity — which running from the cops usually is — so I'm interested in learning more about your group. It's kind of hard to get that through people's heads when they're determined to kill you, though.""
Summary of Events:
Greyson found out a lot of information about his attackers from JL's cellphone, including the names of the two other dead men, and the names of some other gangsters who might come after him. While he was doing his morning workout he spotted a new vehicle and found a new gangster — a female gangster — had come to help Odie out. They attacked Greyson and Greyson managed to get away from Odie and get the upper hand with her, but then Odie came back . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"In one motion Greyson lifted the rifle, aimed it, and cocked it. If he pulled the trigger Odie was headless. Greyson didn't like to think of the idea, but he'd spent good money on this gun for the sake of preserving his life.
Odie's eyes popped wide and his firing stance wavered. Greyson dropped his aim from Odie's head to his leg and fired. The rifle's blast in the small room was deafening. He was glad he kept the closet door closed, hopefully the kittens wouldn't be deaf.
Dampness blossomed over Odie's thigh, but Odie didn't clutch his leg, he just leaned against the door, looking rather shaky, and smiled evilly — although unsteadily — Greyson felt a little shaky himself at the realization that he'd deliberately shot someone.
She was curled up into a ball on Greyson's pillow; her eyes were wide, and she looked on the verge of tears. Greyson turned his gaze back to Odie as the murderer shakily raised his gun to point at Greyson's head.
Suddenly Odie fell and a shot rang out. She and Greyson both leapt up from where they'd been and went over to him. There was still a pulse, not surprisingly, but Odie had gone into shock and fainted.
Greyson looked up and saw her taking hold of her pistol. She stalked over to the doorway and trained it on him, her gaze was intensely vicious, and she looked like she was about ready to kill him.
"You wouldn't kill a woman," she said.
"Unless the woman was out to kill me," Greyson replied, taking up Odie's pistol from his limp hand.
"You wouldn't shoot a woman," she said.
"What's the difference in shooting a woman if I've shot a man?" Greyson asked.
"You shoot the woman, you get shot," she replied.
"Odie was going to shoot me too, and he failed," Greyson said.
"Odie?" she asked, dropping her gun's steady aim.
Greyson smiled. "I know it's technically DO, but forwards his initials are O and D, and I just decided to call him Odie. I contemplated calling JL Jail, but I didn't."
"How much do you know?" she asked, retraining her gun on him.
"A lot more than I did two weeks ago," Greyson replied. "But still not enough."
"Why do you want to know more?" she asked.
Greyson looked down at Odie on the floor, a pool of red growing around his leg, looking like he was sound asleep. He turned and looked back at her with a serious expression on his face.
"Because I don't have a job, I want quick, easy money, and a lot of it," Greyson replied. "And I also want a job that is high-intensity — which running from the cops usually is — so I'm interested in learning more about your group. It's kind of hard to get that through people's heads when they're determined to kill you, though.""
Monday, October 12, 2015
Dubious Arrangement: Day 10
Word Count: 60,011
Summary of Events:
After waking up at noon — being as he didn't get to sleep until 6:30 in the morning — Greyson watched Hanna have her kittens, five boys and two girls, and then named them Samuel, Robbie, Sofia, Emily, Ivan, Selma, Anna, and Charlotte before texting Shelli the news and again contemplating the termination of their relationship. Later Greyson was exploring and decided to see if the gangsters had found their SUV, they had, and the younger one, JL, demanded that Greyson take it joyriding, which Greyson refused to do . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"JL stepped toward Greyson, raising the knife. "When you are given orders, you are expected to obey them."
"No," Greyson said firmly.
"Take it for a joyride!" JL shouted, lunging toward Greyson.
At the same instant Greyson took off, making for the hay shed. He heard feet pounding after him, but he kept running. He ran past the hay shed and vaulted over the gate, making for the river as fast as he could.
Bursting into the trees, Greyson kept running, as fast and as hard as he could. He had to get away, he couldn't let JL stab him, and he had a feeling that going for a joyride in that SUV at the gangster's order would not end well. Some way or another they planned on killing him, even if they had to ravage their own SUV to do so.
After awhile Greyson stopped, his sides heaving. He needed rest. There was the sound of crashing through the bush. He had a feeling that was JL, chasing after him, seeking his blood.
Greyson tried to stay still and rest longer, but eventually panic overtook him and he leapt up, running. Gunshots rang out. Greyson kept running; he zigzagged through the trees, trying to lose his pursuers.
He doubled back, he turned hard, he did every sort of evasion technique he could think of except backtracking — being as he was pretty sure he wouldn't be exact, and he knew he couldn't run backwards.
More shots rang out, some bark splintered on a tree about five feet ahead of him. A shot kicked up the soil to his right. Greyson kept running. He heard shouting as he started down a slope. Another shot sounded.
Greyson felt something connect with his foot, his balance was disrupted and he tumbled down the slope haphazardly before his shoulder connected with a tree and reduced his momentum enough for him to brace his arms and stop himself.
Four shots rang out and then there was the sound of another tumbling object. Greyson leapt out of the way, but the tumbling stopped a ways away. Greyson looked up. JL lay on the slope in an uncomfortable position, his eyes wide open and eerily blank.
Slowly Greyson made his way up the slope and found JL was bleeding, three shots down the length of his spine, and one blossoming from the base of his skull, just like the tan-clad gangster Greyson had seen shot before.
Why had Odie shot JL? Had JL messed something up and ticked Odie off? Greyson was confused.
"JL!" he heard a hoarse shout.
Greyson looked up. Moments later Odie, the murderer, appeared. He stood at the top of the slope and looked down, there was horror in his expression. Then his eyes slowly moved until his black-eyed gaze was locked on Greyson; the darkness of his gaze was like a black hole, the rage was potent.
Those four shots JL had taken had been meant for him."
Summary of Events:
After waking up at noon — being as he didn't get to sleep until 6:30 in the morning — Greyson watched Hanna have her kittens, five boys and two girls, and then named them Samuel, Robbie, Sofia, Emily, Ivan, Selma, Anna, and Charlotte before texting Shelli the news and again contemplating the termination of their relationship. Later Greyson was exploring and decided to see if the gangsters had found their SUV, they had, and the younger one, JL, demanded that Greyson take it joyriding, which Greyson refused to do . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"JL stepped toward Greyson, raising the knife. "When you are given orders, you are expected to obey them."
"No," Greyson said firmly.
"Take it for a joyride!" JL shouted, lunging toward Greyson.
At the same instant Greyson took off, making for the hay shed. He heard feet pounding after him, but he kept running. He ran past the hay shed and vaulted over the gate, making for the river as fast as he could.
Bursting into the trees, Greyson kept running, as fast and as hard as he could. He had to get away, he couldn't let JL stab him, and he had a feeling that going for a joyride in that SUV at the gangster's order would not end well. Some way or another they planned on killing him, even if they had to ravage their own SUV to do so.
After awhile Greyson stopped, his sides heaving. He needed rest. There was the sound of crashing through the bush. He had a feeling that was JL, chasing after him, seeking his blood.
Greyson tried to stay still and rest longer, but eventually panic overtook him and he leapt up, running. Gunshots rang out. Greyson kept running; he zigzagged through the trees, trying to lose his pursuers.
He doubled back, he turned hard, he did every sort of evasion technique he could think of except backtracking — being as he was pretty sure he wouldn't be exact, and he knew he couldn't run backwards.
More shots rang out, some bark splintered on a tree about five feet ahead of him. A shot kicked up the soil to his right. Greyson kept running. He heard shouting as he started down a slope. Another shot sounded.
Greyson felt something connect with his foot, his balance was disrupted and he tumbled down the slope haphazardly before his shoulder connected with a tree and reduced his momentum enough for him to brace his arms and stop himself.
Four shots rang out and then there was the sound of another tumbling object. Greyson leapt out of the way, but the tumbling stopped a ways away. Greyson looked up. JL lay on the slope in an uncomfortable position, his eyes wide open and eerily blank.
Slowly Greyson made his way up the slope and found JL was bleeding, three shots down the length of his spine, and one blossoming from the base of his skull, just like the tan-clad gangster Greyson had seen shot before.
Why had Odie shot JL? Had JL messed something up and ticked Odie off? Greyson was confused.
"JL!" he heard a hoarse shout.
Greyson looked up. Moments later Odie, the murderer, appeared. He stood at the top of the slope and looked down, there was horror in his expression. Then his eyes slowly moved until his black-eyed gaze was locked on Greyson; the darkness of his gaze was like a black hole, the rage was potent.
Those four shots JL had taken had been meant for him."
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Dubious Arrangement: Day 9
Word Count: 54,004
Summary of Events:
Greyson had an incredibly lengthy and winding conversation with Shelli that gave him the feeling he really ought to break off their relationship, although he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was going for his morning jog when he was attacked again.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Brush crackled and Greyson quickly slowed to a stop. There was no breeze, and breezes didn't cause brush to crackle like that anyways. He looked at the trees to his left. He couldn't see anything. He didn't hear anything more.
Unsettled, but wanting to properly close out his workout, Greyson slowly picked speed back up to be jogging again. A shot rang out and embedded itself into the fencepost Greyson was approaching.
Greyson jacked up his speed to full bore running and forewent the corner, turning hard and making for the trees as fast as he could — for once he was actually making for the river without having to double back.
More shots rang out, but Greyson went unhurt and managed to dive into the trees as a couple of them took bullets for him. Scrambling to his feet, Greyson cut hard right before starting on a bit more of a forward trajectory along the lines of the one he'd been taking.
He decided to cut right again a ways and see if he could throw them off by running around in circles. As he ran he saw Mr. Odell's cabin, and he decided he'd run past it close just because he could.
The door opened as he ran past and a few moments later more bullets were fired in his direction, with much greater rapidity than the bullets that'd been shot at him before.
Greyson dove to avoid them and found himself sliding headfirst down a pretty steep slope. He reached out for a tree and managed to catch one, which jammed his wrist and swung him around, smacking his ankles into a sizeable tree.
Releasing the tree he'd grabbed onto, Greyson rubbed his wrist and grimaced. That hurt. He went to sit up and ground slid out from underneath him, sending him tumbling again.
Before he got so much momentum as the time before Greyson managed to stop himself with less pain than the first time. From there he got to his feet slowly and looked at his ankle that'd hit the tree directly. It was bleeding a little, but nothing serious.
Looking up the slope, Greyson decided to go back up and see if Mr. Odell had been shooting at him. Part of him thought that might be the case, which lent to Mr. Odell being in cahoots with his other attackers — although Mr. Odell seemed more intent to kill him.
Greyson caught a glint of something shiny out the corner of his eye. He turned and saw the pistol he'd dropped when he'd just about frozen sitting there. Taking it up, Greyson shook it to make sure there was no dirt in the barrel and checked to find it was still mostly loaded.
Even though he'd dumped it once, Greyson decided to take it up again, that way he had something in case Mr. Odell decided to shoot at him again; or so he could take on JL and Odie."
Summary of Events:
Greyson had an incredibly lengthy and winding conversation with Shelli that gave him the feeling he really ought to break off their relationship, although he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was going for his morning jog when he was attacked again.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Brush crackled and Greyson quickly slowed to a stop. There was no breeze, and breezes didn't cause brush to crackle like that anyways. He looked at the trees to his left. He couldn't see anything. He didn't hear anything more.
Unsettled, but wanting to properly close out his workout, Greyson slowly picked speed back up to be jogging again. A shot rang out and embedded itself into the fencepost Greyson was approaching.
Greyson jacked up his speed to full bore running and forewent the corner, turning hard and making for the trees as fast as he could — for once he was actually making for the river without having to double back.
More shots rang out, but Greyson went unhurt and managed to dive into the trees as a couple of them took bullets for him. Scrambling to his feet, Greyson cut hard right before starting on a bit more of a forward trajectory along the lines of the one he'd been taking.
He decided to cut right again a ways and see if he could throw them off by running around in circles. As he ran he saw Mr. Odell's cabin, and he decided he'd run past it close just because he could.
The door opened as he ran past and a few moments later more bullets were fired in his direction, with much greater rapidity than the bullets that'd been shot at him before.
Greyson dove to avoid them and found himself sliding headfirst down a pretty steep slope. He reached out for a tree and managed to catch one, which jammed his wrist and swung him around, smacking his ankles into a sizeable tree.
Releasing the tree he'd grabbed onto, Greyson rubbed his wrist and grimaced. That hurt. He went to sit up and ground slid out from underneath him, sending him tumbling again.
Before he got so much momentum as the time before Greyson managed to stop himself with less pain than the first time. From there he got to his feet slowly and looked at his ankle that'd hit the tree directly. It was bleeding a little, but nothing serious.
Looking up the slope, Greyson decided to go back up and see if Mr. Odell had been shooting at him. Part of him thought that might be the case, which lent to Mr. Odell being in cahoots with his other attackers — although Mr. Odell seemed more intent to kill him.
Greyson caught a glint of something shiny out the corner of his eye. He turned and saw the pistol he'd dropped when he'd just about frozen sitting there. Taking it up, Greyson shook it to make sure there was no dirt in the barrel and checked to find it was still mostly loaded.
Even though he'd dumped it once, Greyson decided to take it up again, that way he had something in case Mr. Odell decided to shoot at him again; or so he could take on JL and Odie."
Friday, October 09, 2015
Dubious Arrangement: Day 8
Word Count: 48,115
Summary of Events:
Greyson was interrogated by the police about the body he'd found and lied to them about the extent of his knowledge regarding it. He was then taken to the hospital to get stitches in the bullet graze wound he'd received by the farmer who'd rescued him — and also bought him supper and brought him back to Shady Acres, where he had to find Hanna again and succeeded in doing so. A few days later Greyson decided to explore the old vehicles on the property and discovered the cargo van was actively registered and seemed to connect Mr. Odell with Greyson's attackers, who attacked him again as he was looking.
Excerpt of the Day:
"After recovering, his attacker grabbed the back of Greyson's shirt and started hauling on it. The collar pulled at Greyson's neck tightly, but Greyson continued to throw lefts. He felt material tearing and then his back felt a little cooler.
His attacker reached up and grabbed again, grabbing right at the back of Greyson's neck and hauling back. Greyson couldn't hardly pull against the force and was bent down backwards.
Quickly his attacker got into the upper position and released Greyson's shirt collar in favour of using his hands to constrict Greyson's throat. Greyson struggled against his attacker's hold on his neck, but he found his left hand was pinned under his attacker's on knee, and he didn't want to punch with his right hand lest he dent or bend it, or jar the circuitry.
Reaching up with his right hand, Greyson fastened it around his attacker's throat in a vice-like grip his left hand would've been incapable of. His attacker's eyes bulged and Greyson's neck was soon freed.
With his attacker weakened by the lack of air, Greyson was able to get out from under him and slug him with some more lefts before deciding that he should turn tables on his attacker and use that damp cloth on him.
Looking around, Greyson found the cloth and took hold of it. As he did a brass-knuckled blow hit him hard on the back side of his skull and Greyson dropped the cloth, feeling a little dazed.
He saw the white cloth in motion, then it was against his mouth and the heady sensation hit him again. Greyson shook his head and wrenched his attacker's arm again before surging away. He needed to find a hiding place where his head could recover.
A couple of gunshots rang out after him as he ducked through the trees onto the driveway. Shots kicked up the dust around him and Greyson ducked through the trees on the other side of the driveway before powering through the stubbly field and into the other trees that flanked the driveway.
He couldn't stop, but he needed to stop or he was going to collapse, the lightheadedness was making him unstable. Finally he stumbled to the ground and rolled over onto his back from the momentum.
Laying there, Greyson panted and listened. He couldn't hear anything, but once again he was caught making for the open prairie and not for the river. Slowly he sat up and a wave of lightheadedness hit him.
Greyson managed to remain sitting up until the sensation went away, he hoped desperately that he hadn't been concussed by that slug to the back of his head. He slowly got to his feet and fended off a lesser wave of lightheadedness.
A shot rang out and splintered tree bark just to Greyson's right. They'd seen him; he wheeled and ran in the opposite direction. He cut across the driveway and ran through the trees on the other side to where he'd found Hanna the other day."
Summary of Events:
Greyson was interrogated by the police about the body he'd found and lied to them about the extent of his knowledge regarding it. He was then taken to the hospital to get stitches in the bullet graze wound he'd received by the farmer who'd rescued him — and also bought him supper and brought him back to Shady Acres, where he had to find Hanna again and succeeded in doing so. A few days later Greyson decided to explore the old vehicles on the property and discovered the cargo van was actively registered and seemed to connect Mr. Odell with Greyson's attackers, who attacked him again as he was looking.
Excerpt of the Day:
"After recovering, his attacker grabbed the back of Greyson's shirt and started hauling on it. The collar pulled at Greyson's neck tightly, but Greyson continued to throw lefts. He felt material tearing and then his back felt a little cooler.
His attacker reached up and grabbed again, grabbing right at the back of Greyson's neck and hauling back. Greyson couldn't hardly pull against the force and was bent down backwards.
Quickly his attacker got into the upper position and released Greyson's shirt collar in favour of using his hands to constrict Greyson's throat. Greyson struggled against his attacker's hold on his neck, but he found his left hand was pinned under his attacker's on knee, and he didn't want to punch with his right hand lest he dent or bend it, or jar the circuitry.
Reaching up with his right hand, Greyson fastened it around his attacker's throat in a vice-like grip his left hand would've been incapable of. His attacker's eyes bulged and Greyson's neck was soon freed.
With his attacker weakened by the lack of air, Greyson was able to get out from under him and slug him with some more lefts before deciding that he should turn tables on his attacker and use that damp cloth on him.
Looking around, Greyson found the cloth and took hold of it. As he did a brass-knuckled blow hit him hard on the back side of his skull and Greyson dropped the cloth, feeling a little dazed.
He saw the white cloth in motion, then it was against his mouth and the heady sensation hit him again. Greyson shook his head and wrenched his attacker's arm again before surging away. He needed to find a hiding place where his head could recover.
A couple of gunshots rang out after him as he ducked through the trees onto the driveway. Shots kicked up the dust around him and Greyson ducked through the trees on the other side of the driveway before powering through the stubbly field and into the other trees that flanked the driveway.
He couldn't stop, but he needed to stop or he was going to collapse, the lightheadedness was making him unstable. Finally he stumbled to the ground and rolled over onto his back from the momentum.
Laying there, Greyson panted and listened. He couldn't hear anything, but once again he was caught making for the open prairie and not for the river. Slowly he sat up and a wave of lightheadedness hit him.
Greyson managed to remain sitting up until the sensation went away, he hoped desperately that he hadn't been concussed by that slug to the back of his head. He slowly got to his feet and fended off a lesser wave of lightheadedness.
A shot rang out and splintered tree bark just to Greyson's right. They'd seen him; he wheeled and ran in the opposite direction. He cut across the driveway and ran through the trees on the other side to where he'd found Hanna the other day."
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."
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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