Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

I stared at the big body bag the manager showed me. I looked at him, he looked at me. He dug his hands into his pocket, pulled out a wallet.
"Here's $150," he said while handing the money to me, "get rid of this, and don't check what's inside."
"Okay." I said carrying out the body bag out to the back.

I walked for hours to a warehouse the manger told me to go. I stopped, went into the bushes and peaked. My eyes widen, I closed it and continued walking. I kept looking back, seeing if I was being followed.
"Damn..." I thought.

I arrived the next day. I looked around. It was dark. No sunlight, no nothing. I couldn't tell where to put the bag. I found a spot. I placed the bag there.
"With the stuff our boss sent us, we'll rule this state!" said a deep voice.
"Yeah!" said another deep voice.
I went and hid in a pile of scrap metal. I watched the pull out the stuff. Bombs. Guns. Bullet proof vest. Rocket launchers.
"That's what their using those for!" I thought. It took a couple hours, but they left.

I got up. I cut myself on a rusted sheet of metal. I wrapped it up in a cloth I had in my backpack. It was 9:09p.m. I quickly walked out the warehouse, back towards the store. I arrived back the next day.
"I need sleep." I said out loud to myself, waiting for the paint section to open. They opened as soon as I got up to leave.

I paid them the $50. It was hard but I managed to stay still, long enough for them to paint me.
"Is it good?" I asked him.
He looked at me, "Si!"
I smiled. He gave me the painting after it was done drying. I ran to the nearest phone booth and called Evelyn.
"Hey Baby Girl, guess what.." I said into the phone.
"Hi Daddy. What?" she asked.
"I got you present!" I said.
"Yay!" she yelled into the phone. I smiled. "You'll be here for Christmas, right?"
I shook my head, "Of course Sweety!"
I could tell she's smiling. She said I love you and hung up. A tear went down my face as said it back.

"Christmas." I said with a stoned face. I lied. Lied to my daughter. My sunshine, I lied to my sunshine.
"Would they even allow me back over there?" I thought to myself as I walked down the street with the painting in my hand.
"Fuck!" I yelled into the night sky.