Dan the Man
Jul 17th, 2004, 08:55:45 PM
"Ten minutes."
Dan closed his chrono, and looked at his guest. She wore a tasteful night gown, and her hair was done up in scented blonde tresses. A few mussed ends were the only signs of something gone terribly wrong.
"Imagine where you'll be."
Well-intended mascara now lay in ruins, running down her tear-streaked face. Dan paced away from her as she sobbed silently.
"Do you believe in God? Do you believe in money? Do you believe in your friends?"
He struck a match against the hammer of one of his pistols, the flame dancing violently on the match head, as he lit a cigarra.
"I'm always the most interested in moments like that. If you have anything you need to get off your chest, pontificate away to your heart's content."
Her head sagged in a deep exhaling of breath, resting adjacent to her left armpit. Her lithe arms were stretched taut above her head, and bound together with synthetic rope.
"Would it make it easier on you if I told you how this will end?"
Dan turned back to her, breathing smoke.
"YES!" She screamed, desperation thick on her voice.
"Miss Lane, please be careful what you wish for."
He looked at her and smiled.
"Your one call, who was it to?"
"I called the Jedi." She spat defiantly at him.
Excellent.
"The Jedi?" Dan paused in the middle of smoking, arching an eyebrow.
"Well," Dan's smile remained "that'll definitely raise the ante. But to answer your question, you're still going to die. You don't have enough friends, enough money, or enough Jedi in all of Coruscant to change that."
Miss Lane shrieked, as her second shoe slipped of her foot, and tumbled down the edifice of the Coruscant skyscraper she hung from.
In the meantime, Dan watched her dangle, and smoked his cigarra.
"Nine minutes."
Dan closed his chrono, and looked at his guest. She wore a tasteful night gown, and her hair was done up in scented blonde tresses. A few mussed ends were the only signs of something gone terribly wrong.
"Imagine where you'll be."
Well-intended mascara now lay in ruins, running down her tear-streaked face. Dan paced away from her as she sobbed silently.
"Do you believe in God? Do you believe in money? Do you believe in your friends?"
He struck a match against the hammer of one of his pistols, the flame dancing violently on the match head, as he lit a cigarra.
"I'm always the most interested in moments like that. If you have anything you need to get off your chest, pontificate away to your heart's content."
Her head sagged in a deep exhaling of breath, resting adjacent to her left armpit. Her lithe arms were stretched taut above her head, and bound together with synthetic rope.
"Would it make it easier on you if I told you how this will end?"
Dan turned back to her, breathing smoke.
"YES!" She screamed, desperation thick on her voice.
"Miss Lane, please be careful what you wish for."
He looked at her and smiled.
"Your one call, who was it to?"
"I called the Jedi." She spat defiantly at him.
Excellent.
"The Jedi?" Dan paused in the middle of smoking, arching an eyebrow.
"Well," Dan's smile remained "that'll definitely raise the ante. But to answer your question, you're still going to die. You don't have enough friends, enough money, or enough Jedi in all of Coruscant to change that."
Miss Lane shrieked, as her second shoe slipped of her foot, and tumbled down the edifice of the Coruscant skyscraper she hung from.
In the meantime, Dan watched her dangle, and smoked his cigarra.
"Nine minutes."