DICK DODGERS's blog: "BEAUTIFUL DAYS"

BEAUTIFUL DAYS CHAPTER SEVEN NARRATION: And now it's time to check in on america's favorite T.V. family, The JONES' in... FATHER KNOWS JACK! (Audience applause) (Opening scene THE LIVING ROOM) Jack: (running inside) Hi mom! What's for dinner tonight? Ms. Jones: Well Jack, we are eating out tonight. Then going to the opera as soon as your father gets home. Jack: Opera? You mean the extra long show with the fat lady singing in a viking hat? (Audience laughs) Ms.Jones: Well there's much more to the opera than you see on T.V. and movies, Jack. It's about culture. Jack: Culture? You mean those birds with the crooked necks? (Audience laughs) Ms. Jones: No Jack, Culture is the development of intellect and morals through some form of education. In this case, the oprea will educate us all in someway shape or form. Giving us all something we need. exit Ms. Jones (Father enters the house) Father: Did somebody say...WEED? (Audience applause) Jack: Dad! (Runs and hugs him) Father: Hey son! How's it hangin'? (Audience laughs) Jack: Not too good, dad! Father: Oh my god!, (whispers) It's not herpes, is it? You're only 10. (Audience laughs) Jack: No, dad! We have to go to the stupid opera tonight! Father: WHAT? Son of a bitch! I knew i should have worked later! (Audience laughs) Jack: Mom says we have to do it because of culture. (Father sits Jack on his lap.) Father: Come son, let me school you on the true meaning culture. Jack looks puzzled. Father: Well son, culture is a word women toss around at you just so they can go to some pussy ass opera. {Audience laughs) Jack: wow dad! You're really smart! But what about the opera? Father: Well one things for certain, you won't be seeing your old man at some bitch ass opera. (Audience laughs) Jack: So how will u get of it? Father: I think i feel a slight case of the flu coming on. (Audience laughs) Ms. Jones enters from the kitchen Ms. Jones: Hello dear, I thought I heard your voice out here. Jack: Mommy! Mommy! Daddy's sick! Father: (in a sickly voice): I think it's the FLUUUUUU! "cough" "cough" Ms. Jones: Oh no, dear! That's terrible! Looks like no opera for us tonight! I'll go make you some soup. Ms. Jones enters the kitchen Father and Jake look at each other and gives one another the wink. (Audience laughs) NARRATOR Tune in next week for another episode of... FATHER KNOWS JACK!!!!!! (Audience applause) BEAUTIFUL DAYS CHAPTER SEVEN A NIGHT AT THE OPERA We must hurry! Words spoken to Sophie by Olivia. They make thier way, hooded , through the crowd. They march on faster. As fast as thier legs could carry them. The two duck into a small cafe. They head for the women's restroom. They are soaking wet! And they are tired. I have to call him!, said Sophie. I have to let him know I'm ok. Here!, said Olivia. Olivia had reached into her coat and handed Sophie her cell phone. This is a scene that's very familiar for both of them. You see, the two had taken this route before! When Olivia helped Sophie escape from Marsha Jude's the first time. I'll be gettin to that shortly. Right now, I'm in the middle of a shootout! Son of a BITCH!, I yell as I dive across the lobby couch. I'm soaring through the air with two nurses clinging to my shoulders. I get up and sling one off. An aid grabs my arm. I pistol whip him in the face and blasted the second nurse with the other gun in the throat. I spy another group of aids heading towards me. I slid across the floor, guns blazed, aiming for their knees. They drop to the ground and at that same instance Cotton runs over, grabs me by the throat, then launches me across the room. I slam into the door and I go flying through the hallway. As I slide on my back...I open fire with both guns. Nurses are rushing in. I take them out. How the hell did he lauch me one handed across a fuckin room like that? Then I'm reminded...they're fuckin' machines. Shooting them only slows them down. Puts them out but only temporary. It's as if someone is controling them, a puppet master. AN ENGINEER! The aids and nurses are all taken out. It appears that they drop as if they are human when they are shot. And it takes a while for where ever they recieve thier signal from to resurrect. My estimated time is between fifteen to thirty minutes before a new signal is establised. I'm outta bullets, just in time for the Cotton and Page confrontation. "Thought you had it goin' for ya, didn't ya? Fuckin' cop!, says Page. "Now we gonna stomp your ass all over this hallway!", says Cotton, that country fuck! "Well that's nice to know!", I said. Smartass me, you know the routine. My hand creeps slowy into my inner coat poket. I keep a flask in there. Filled with Everclear for two occasions. My morning coffee additive. And when robot fucks come harrassing me. My other hand, into my zippo pocket. "But you know it's times like this, when all I can do... is have a drink!" , I said pulling the flask outta my coat. "Wanna sip?" I fling a large amount of Everclear in Page's face. I light the zippo and fling it towards him. Instant crispy critter! Cotton once again grabs me and flings me back down the hall. Apparently his favorite move. As I sail out of the doorway I grab the top of the doorway. As I swing back, I bring my knees to my chest. Cotton's running straight for me. As I rock back towards him, I shove both feet into his chest. He goes flying back down the hall into Page. Now they both burn. I head down the other hallway where they keep the patients. I'm looking franticly. No Sophie. I haul ass outta there back to the car and I peel off. One thought raced through my mind...I gotta find Sophie. I reach into my coat for my cell. Five missed calls. All from an unidentified number. I call it back. I get an answer around the third ring... Hello? It's Sophie. Sophie where the hell are ya?, I asked. The Turtle Shell Cafe. Woman's restroom., she replied. Olivia with you?, I asked. Ok, you two stay put, I'm on my way!, I said. Then, a familiar voice comes from the backseat... No you fuckin' won't! Patch! Shit! He swings around and decks me in the face as I'm driving. We sail off the road into the back of a parked car, sailing into the air, then crashing sideways into another car. Patch emerges first. He races over to the middle of the street. He stands in front of a car and causes it to slam on breaks! He opens the driver door... You wanna live to see tomorrow? Get outta this fuckin' car!, he says to the driver as he snatches her out. I crawl outta the wreakage of what used to be my car. I see him screech off. I do the same routine. I stand in front of a car. Causing them to slam on breaks. I show my badge... Look lady, I'm a detective! I need this vehicle., I said. She quickly replied with... Fuuuuuuuck that! She then peeled off. I had to get my hands on a vehicle. I look. I found one...A GOOD ONE. Patch is racing down the road. Running red lights. Barrelling through traffic. He's headed straight for Sophie and Olivia. He gets to the cafe. He kicks in the door. The customers are startled. He heads to the back for the ladies restroom. Three stahls. He tried the first...empty. He tried the second...emtpy. The Third...The door is closed. And locked. He pulls his gun. Open's fire through the door. Four shots. Kicks it open...empty. What the fuck?!, he yelled. At that moment I crash into the women's restroom from the outside in the 18 wheeler I got off the truck driver. I run his ass down and crash into the lobby area where the customers are eating. They panic and haul ass outta there. So much for the Turtleshell Cafe. I crash out of the front, dragging Patch about a block before finally running over him and taking off down the street. My passengers? Sophie and Olivia. I had called and given them the head's up on Patch being on his way. I had them go out the back way and meet me in the alley on the side of the cafe. Soon as we think we are safe. A car rams right into the side of us. Page and Cotton are the passengers. Still smoking from the Everclear bath. The driver, Toby the gunman. With a loaded .44 hanging out the window in the hand that's not steering. Apparently he never misses. And if his aim was to hit Olivia in the side with a bullet, his aim was dead on. He fired a bullet through the passenger side door. Right where Olivia had been sitting. I swerve into traffic trying to lead us away from gunfire. He can't get a clear shot. As I weave the huge trailer in and out of traffic. He finally gets a dead lock on and before he can get a shot off...I make a sharp turn. Right in front of him. He crashes into the side of the semi. The car is totalled. I grab Sophie... Come on!, I said as I grabbed her arm. No!, she said. Olivia! I look over at Olivia. She was staring beyond. She was too far gone to be helped. She was dead. I grab Sophie.. There's no time, Sophie! She's gone! Let's move., As I drag her off. We haul ass on foot. I hail a cab. And Sophie and i head for my apartment. We arrive there. I turn on the lights. I tell Sophie to stay behind me as I check the place to make sure it's safe. Everything is fine. Sophie plops down on my living room couch. She's ballin her eyes out. I go to comfort her. I sit beside her and I hold her... Im sorry! It's all i could say. Look I know everybody's dyin' around you. I know it's hard...but, I gotta tell you one thing... I believe you!, I said. She looked at me as if those were the words she's been waiting for someone to say to her for ages. Almost the equivelent of a "I Love You." She hugged me tightly. I sat there on the sofa and held her. The phone rang. I didn't answer. The machine picks up..it's the DA. He leaves a message... Hey buddy, hope to see you and whatever date you're draggin out with you to the opera tonight. Hope to see you there. 7pm. I forgot all about it. As I sat and held Sohpie. I look down at her pretty brown eyes. And I say... You wanna go to the opera? Yes., she replied LATER... The DA is kissing his children goodbye as he gets into the limo with his wife. The babysitter goes into the house with the kids after they watch thier parents pull off. He hits me on my cell. I answer. He asks if I was on my way. I proceed to tell him EVERYTHING. Even down to the bit of shopping I had Sparks to do for Sophie. She had no clothes or any belongings. I sprung for this nice dress. It looked gorgeous on her. Right before he called me , before we got dressed to the nines. Sparks agreed to do the shopping. I had given him a list of items. Didn't want to risk being out too much with her in public. Taking her to this opera is scary enough. But I want her close to me at all times. So if i take a chance, I figure I'd do it there. But the thing that scares me the most. I don't know who to trust now. Sparks acted strange when I asked him to do the shopping. And the DA, well..., is the DA. He was always a fuckin' weirdo. Our cab rolls up. I get out first. Then I help Sophie out of the car. She's fuckin gorgeous. I mean a real goddamn knockout. But she still had that troubled look on her face. She wasn't happy. But scared. I understood. I wasn't happy either. But my main reason for even chancing this opera is because if there was anybody I know to be human, it's the DA. About 24 hours ago I would have said the same about Sarge. But the DA and Sparks are the only ones I got left I can somewhat trust. If anything pops off tonight. I 'll see where loyalties lie. We take our seats next to the DA and his wife... And who's the pretty lady?, he asked Her name's Sophie., I said. Look, I need to talk to you., I said to the DA. There's a world of shit crashin down around us. I need your help., I said. Well you know anything you need, I'm all for., said the DA. There's a situation. A conspiracy of sorts. And it's gonna sound funny trying to explain it...but here goes... And before I can even get it out, two officers step up to us... "Jake Reed you're under arrest for the murder of Sergeant Lawrence Shaw!", said the first officer. What?, I replied. This is outrageous!, said the DA. You better know what you're doing or I'll personally see that you both lose your fuckin' badges. ,said the DA. At that moment...A shotgun blast... The first officer is hit in the chest. He goes flying on stage as the perfomers come out to begin the show. They run backstage where they came from after seeing the officer land on thier marks. The blast came from Patch and his crew. I just saw this bastard run down in the street. And the others. Still scarred from the fray earlier. Begin to tear shit apart. The audience scatters. The DA puts his wife down low and begins to escort her out. I grab Sophie and i do the same... You ain't gettin outta here ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!,screamed Patch. I get her backstage. I open the trap door commonly used in shows at this theater. I said to her... I don't wanna leave ya again, babe. But it's this or get shot., I said. Jake please don't leave me again!, she said. Got no choice, babe. Ain't like I can just take you on a shootout now can I? , I said. Even though I'm not in this trap door with you, that don't mean I'm lettin' you go. She flashed a smile. Then she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Not a normal kiss. But one of those, "You make it outta this alive, I'm gonna give you some pussy!" kisses. So of course. That's all the motivation I need. I lock her in. I make my way center stage. The audience has cleared. The only one's left...Patch and his gang standing, ready to rumble, in the upper balcony section.... This shit ends now!, I said. Homey...You ain't kiddin'!, said Patch. As he dives off the balcony, guns drawn. I dive off the stage same fashion. This time, somebody wasn't makin' it out alive... END CHAPTER 7