Here’s a link to my novel, “HITMAN WITH A LIMP.”
The next day I called Julian and he told me to go to an Italian restaurant downtown. I took a shit, showered and shaved. Might as well look my best, I thought. I borrowed some of Mason’s nicer clothes and hit the street. The bright sunlight felt good and so did I. The world was still full of possibilities I kept telling myself. And sometimes I actually believed it.
I took the bus downtown and eye fucked a hot redhead sitting next to me. She noticed me leering and quickly looked away. Whatever, she didn’t stack up to Camille anyway but I still promised myself that I’d jack off later thinking about her… slut.
I got off the bus and walked a few blocks until I found the restaurant Julian had told me to go to. It wasn’t what I expected. The outside looked like a slaughterhouse that had been shut down long ago due to numerous health code violations. I decided I wouldn’t be eating my lunch there.
I tried to open the door but it was locked so I knocked a few times and waited. After 30 seconds Julian answered.
“Hey, you made it, come on in,” Julian said with a cock-eating grin on his face. I walked in and the décor of the place looked like it hadn’t changed in 40 years. The restaurant was empty except for an obese man in his 50’s who was sitting at a table eating lunch. At first I almost didn’t notice him because he was so fat it didn’t seem possible that he was human. He was overdressed for the place but his pinstriped suit was outdated.
Julian led me to the table and the human elephant acknowledged my presence. Julian introduced me, “This is Marshall. He’s my friend from the joint I was telling you about.”
The man looked me up and down and said, “Not big enough. Sorry kid. Come back when you put on another 20 pounds.”
I glared at Julian and he tried to recover by saying, “The kid’s got skill but he looks, you know, forgettable. Who’s gonna remember that face huh?”
Fatty looked down at his food then said, “Yeah I already forgot it. Fuck it, we’ll see how he does.” Fatty put his fork down, got up and walked towards the back of the restaurant. We followed. He led us down a narrow set of stairs and the air smelled dank, like a tomb. I started feeling uneasy because for all I knew he could have been leading me to a fist fucking party. My asshole clinched up.
At the end of the stairs there was a thick metal door. Fatty took out a set of keys and opened it. Inside there was a man tied to a chair with a burlap sack covering his head. Fatty and Julian looked at me, judging my reaction. I stared back at them with vacant eyes.
Next to the chair was a table with a bunch of medieval looking tools on it. I could see a couple of large hunting knives and an oversized hammer.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked both of the men.
Fatty coughed, spit on the floor. I looked at Julian who said, “This is your interview.”
“You want me to torture this guy?” I asked, not liking where this was going. I had the urge to bolt out of the room and never look back but I stayed put.
“No, this is more of a tryout.” Fatty explained.
“Meaning what?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” Fatty said. He picked up a knife with a 10-inch blade and walked behind the man who was tied to the chair. I could see a wet spot on the man’s pants indicating that he had pissed his pants, probably more than once.
Fatty ripped the bag off of the man’s head and the guy stared at us with terror in his eyes. I stared back at him and readied myself to do what was necessary. I didn’t want to torture the guy but I also wouldn’t feel too bad about it.
Fatty leaned down behind the man and cut him free from the ropes which surprised me. What the fuck was going on, I wondered.
Julian walked up to the table with the tools on it and kicked it over. The knives and hammer clanked and spread out all across the dirty floor. Both Julian and Fatty headed for the door. I didn’t move, not knowing what was expected of me.
Fatty opened the door and the men walked out. Fatty turned back and said, “Only one of you is getting out of this room alive. I would say good luck to you but I really don’t give a shit. Try to take your time so I can finish my lunch in peace. Knock on the door when it’s over.”
I stared with my mouth open at Julian, he shrugged and slammed the heavy door closed. I heard him lock the door but I tried to open it anyway. When I turned around I saw that the man had stood up and he was much larger than he had appeared earlier. He had the wild eyes of a desperate man but that didn’t bother me. What did bother me was that he had already picked up the largest knife on the ground and was waving it back and forth. He was armed and ready and I was still too stunned to know what to do.
“Hold on a second,” I said and put my hands up. The man took a deep breath and charged at me like a bull going after a fresh piece of cow pussy.
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