11-14-2014, 02:16 PM
By the time Lucas finished his hands were shaking. It wasn't his best work but he just couldn't seem to concentrate. Painful images from his past had kept coming to him, overwhelming him, and it was all he could do not to throw the gun down and run.
He didn't even bother cleaning his gun. All he could think about was trying to get away from whatever it was that was stalking him in his mind. It was like a dam had burst and the waters crashed into the canyon, twisting and turning so that no matter how hard he ran, what direction he took, he couldn't get away from it.
A drink. Yes, a drink sounded good. Better than good. God. What is wrong with me? A small voice tried to tell him that getting a drink was a bad idea. But he was past caring.
He sighed to the old man. "Yeah. I need a drink."
He got his jacket, went to the door and shut off the lights. He opened the door and waited for the old man to walk out before he turned around and locked it.
"Lead the way."
He really didn't care where the guy wanted to go. He just wanted a drink.
Vaguely, all of this seemed familiar to him but he couldn't figure out why.
He didn't even bother cleaning his gun. All he could think about was trying to get away from whatever it was that was stalking him in his mind. It was like a dam had burst and the waters crashed into the canyon, twisting and turning so that no matter how hard he ran, what direction he took, he couldn't get away from it.
A drink. Yes, a drink sounded good. Better than good. God. What is wrong with me? A small voice tried to tell him that getting a drink was a bad idea. But he was past caring.
He sighed to the old man. "Yeah. I need a drink."
He got his jacket, went to the door and shut off the lights. He opened the door and waited for the old man to walk out before he turned around and locked it.
"Lead the way."
He really didn't care where the guy wanted to go. He just wanted a drink.
Vaguely, all of this seemed familiar to him but he couldn't figure out why.