Dark Soul and Max

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"Max it's not true, I love you. You've been so busy and Ingrid...", that was all she got out before Max shot her too. It was also the same time flashing lights started flashing on the walls, and a voice on a speaker could be heard. I couldn't make it out what the voice said. I was too focused on trying to stay conscious.

"Sorry, Jake. You were right, life really is shit. People just shit on you. Don't end the band because of this, Dark Soul. There are people out there that need what you are saying. I know I need it right now." And with that, I passed out.

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My bottle was empty, so I headed to the House of Blues. My leg was bothering me that day for some reason, and I was limping slightly. It was probably more mental than physical.

I probably should have bled out. It was a fairly close shot. By luck, my drinking saved me. I usually wear a long Matrix-like Duster, and a Gilligan bucket hat, both black. The duster has a lot of pockets in it. I keep useful things in my pockets, like flasks of alcohol, and bottles of alcohol. The bullet went through a flask and into my leg. It lost enough moment to not blow my leg apart but still had enough to break my femur.

As for Max, he was about to kill himself, when the police burst through the door and shot him.

What was going on?

Max's wife was having an affair with Ingrid.

Why?

Does it really matter?

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AnonymousAnonymous3 months ago

Dark. Ingrid was a bitch. Bet she planted the idea in Helen's head that Max was cheatingnon her while on tour. All the band including Ingrid, knew that was not true. And she was texting Helen all the time. While she lived at their place she was banging Helen while Max was off at work. This went on for like six months or so. Ingrid was an execrable bitch. Never condone murder. But Max was suffering from a 103 fever, was downtrodden because he didn't know why his marriage was faltering, was working like a dog, practicing also and touring, and he got his heart ripped out. Some people snap. Helen and Ingrid were dead as soon as he saw them and all the dominoes fell into place. There was nothing Helen could say. Ingrid was a f$cking predator.

WisquejacWisquejac7 months ago

Still fascinating and wanting more. Thanks.

swedishreader1swedishreader1over 2 years ago

Murder porn.

How pathetic.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 5 years ago
Better

Part 2 is better than part 1. Hopefully you can make it even better next time.

T.T.

WhoGivesAShitWhoGivesAShitalmost 6 years ago
This is good!

2 installments, and still working-up to the darkness in Jake’s head. I have a feeling that the scene that played-out (Penelope plus 3) was in his head, there’s more to it. Then there’s the letter from Lynn that he hasn’t read yet. I like how it’s mostly abstract, and uses a lot of flashback. Somehow, the storyline just works. I only wish the installments were more frequent.

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