And now, because no one demanded it, the latest thrilling instalment of Night Trials! Previously, Sheriff Bob was knocked out by a cloud of light and woke up first in a pitch black cell and then again in a slimy container. His guard told him that the town had been taken over by aliens!
Without further ado, it's time for another portion of bad dialogue, poor plotting, insufficient volume and giant cheesiness!
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Night Trials: Part IV
(Parts III , V)
"Invaded, Zack, invaded? You can't be serious! And you're working for them?" The anger was really testing Bob's bonds but they held. He couldn't see what they were actually, but they felt... slimy. "You sold out your own kind for a few coins?"
"Nope. I sold you all out for twenty bars! And some new teeth!" Grindle grinned suddenly and there were a whole new set of teeth on display, replacing the yellow tobacco stained tombstones that had been rotting there previously. "Heck, I even quit tobacco just to keep 'em nice! Hey!" Zack jumped up. He didn't like being spat at. "Watch it, Sheriff."
"Get out, stooge, I need to meet someone who calls the shots."
"Heck fire, they don't talk to dirt like you. I'm amazed they didn't kill ya. I sure would like to." Zack fondled his sidearm and moved to go for the draw.
"I'm alive, Zack, and you're a lackey. You would have shot me already if you could have. Don't get yourself in a spot with the Big Guys by bumping a tied up lawman. You couldn't take me even if I were standing." This time he didn't miss and Zack scowled, getting closer and closer.
"You're riling me, Mr Sheriff, and I ain't known for being nice when riled."
"Go jump off a railway bridge. Might raise the average intelligence around here."
"Rrrraahahhhahahahaha! Huh?" Getting close to someone with a free head is not a good idea, especially when their nut is pretty solid and heavy enough for a good old-fashioned butt. The bonds were secure but Bob had had far more leeway than he thought. The odorous Zack collapsed down on the reclined captive and Bob wondered what he might have achieved. He could get into one pocket with his left hand but found nothing. Levering with his knees he managed to move Zack further up his body and made it to the second pocket. Still nothing. Had he achieved nothing at all? Finally, as Zack began to stir he got to the jacket and found something sharp, sawed furiously for a few minutes and was free at the hands, if slimy. "Ha!" he muttered.
Bob rose, shoving Zack off, and wiped his hands on the stooge's jacket. Looking at his feet, he winced at the slime and sawed through it cleanly before getting up and stumbling to the door. He paused for a moment, and thought, and then took Zack's gun and bullets. Reaching for the door, he opened it and stepped through...
To be continued...
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