The Vengeful Two (700)
Mar 28, 2020 17:05:29 GMT -5
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Post by Jeremiah Gail on Mar 28, 2020 17:05:29 GMT -5
An old man is sitting in a cabin somewhere in Colorado, watching a movie: The Hateful Eight. The old man gets up and pokes the fire, when suddenly there’s a banging on the door. A look of fear rolls over the man’s face, quickly replaced by the steely eyed glare of a seasoned desperado. He reaches up to the mantle, grabbing an aged rifle and aiming it at the door. He’s looking down the sight when the door is blasted off its hinges, letting a gust of cold air into the room. A man in a western poncho walks into the cabin, a cowboy hat pulled low over his brow and a pistol in his hand. The old man begins to shout “Who the hell ar-” before being kicked in the gut and crashing to the ground. He looks up at the mysterious intruder and laughs. “Well I’ll be. What the hell are you doing so far north, Jeremiah?”
Gail smirks at the old man. “I should ask you the same question, McGrady.” McGrady clutches his stomach, and Gail furrows his brow, concerned. He reaches down to help McGrady to his feet... before getting a right hand to the jaw for his troubles. The old man laughs again, getting up himself as Jeremiah clutches his jaw, anger on his face. “There’s the chip-on-his-shoulder trainee I know. You haven’t changed, Rook.” McGrady says, “And did you have to blow the damn door off? The cold ain’t good for these bones.” Gail’s signature smirk returns as he sits down in front of the TV McGrady stares at him for a bit, then joins him.
“Saw you on CBS last week. You’ve learned a good bit, haven’t you?” McGrady says, grabbing a beer off a side table and prying off the cap. “Still wasn’t enough to stop that scrawny bookworm.” Gail flinches, rage brewing in his eyes, before shrugging. “His time’ll come. I’ve got other things to focus on right now.” Gail says. taking a seat next to McGrady. McGrady gives Jeremiah a sidelong glance, saying “That tattooed freak? Lola sumthin?” Jeremiah nods, then puts a finger to his temple. “The lady in this movie. Whats her name again?” Gail says, motioning at the TV, where The Hateful Eight is still playing. “Daisy Domergue.” McGrady says.
“Right, Daisy Domergue. This freak is livin’ high as a criminal, leads a gang and everything. She’s doin’ so well that she’s got this huge bounty on her head. A chip on her shoulder. Anyhow, Domergue gets captured, but she sets up a plan to get out. She kills her captor, and a bunch more people. She gets so close to her freedom. But, because of her arrogance, she fails. And then, she hangs for her crimes. A fitting end, eh? Well, I see Lola Allardyce as Daisy Domergue. See, last week, I was thinking I respected Lola, for what she’s been through and being gutsy. But now, I realize that respect for what it really was: Pity. I pity Lola, because just like Daisy, she’s doomed to, well, let’s call it a short drop and a sudden stop. So come Monday? I’m gonna be the hangman.”
McGrady stares at Gail, a confused look on his face. Then he, once again, lets out a hearty laugh. “Whatever it takes for you to get a win, man.” Gail’s stern expression holds as he gets up. “It’s about time we leave.” he says, walking over to the empty doorway. McGrady too gets up, but doesn’t budge. “We? The hell does that mean Gail? ‘We’ haven’t traveled together in 7 years, and that little stint didn’t work out too well for either of us.” Jeremiah turns to the old man, and for once he doesn’t look smug, angry, or cool. “McGrady, you don’t deserve to live up here. Alone. Cold. In this filth. I’ve finally made it, and for all you’ve done for me, it’s time for me to repay the favor. Hit the road with me.” McGrady stares a Gail for a long while, then sighs. “Fine Gail. Let’s go give them what they deserve.” McGrady grabs his gun from the mantle, and the two walk into the snow.
Gail smirks at the old man. “I should ask you the same question, McGrady.” McGrady clutches his stomach, and Gail furrows his brow, concerned. He reaches down to help McGrady to his feet... before getting a right hand to the jaw for his troubles. The old man laughs again, getting up himself as Jeremiah clutches his jaw, anger on his face. “There’s the chip-on-his-shoulder trainee I know. You haven’t changed, Rook.” McGrady says, “And did you have to blow the damn door off? The cold ain’t good for these bones.” Gail’s signature smirk returns as he sits down in front of the TV McGrady stares at him for a bit, then joins him.
“Saw you on CBS last week. You’ve learned a good bit, haven’t you?” McGrady says, grabbing a beer off a side table and prying off the cap. “Still wasn’t enough to stop that scrawny bookworm.” Gail flinches, rage brewing in his eyes, before shrugging. “His time’ll come. I’ve got other things to focus on right now.” Gail says. taking a seat next to McGrady. McGrady gives Jeremiah a sidelong glance, saying “That tattooed freak? Lola sumthin?” Jeremiah nods, then puts a finger to his temple. “The lady in this movie. Whats her name again?” Gail says, motioning at the TV, where The Hateful Eight is still playing. “Daisy Domergue.” McGrady says.
“Right, Daisy Domergue. This freak is livin’ high as a criminal, leads a gang and everything. She’s doin’ so well that she’s got this huge bounty on her head. A chip on her shoulder. Anyhow, Domergue gets captured, but she sets up a plan to get out. She kills her captor, and a bunch more people. She gets so close to her freedom. But, because of her arrogance, she fails. And then, she hangs for her crimes. A fitting end, eh? Well, I see Lola Allardyce as Daisy Domergue. See, last week, I was thinking I respected Lola, for what she’s been through and being gutsy. But now, I realize that respect for what it really was: Pity. I pity Lola, because just like Daisy, she’s doomed to, well, let’s call it a short drop and a sudden stop. So come Monday? I’m gonna be the hangman.”
McGrady stares at Gail, a confused look on his face. Then he, once again, lets out a hearty laugh. “Whatever it takes for you to get a win, man.” Gail’s stern expression holds as he gets up. “It’s about time we leave.” he says, walking over to the empty doorway. McGrady too gets up, but doesn’t budge. “We? The hell does that mean Gail? ‘We’ haven’t traveled together in 7 years, and that little stint didn’t work out too well for either of us.” Jeremiah turns to the old man, and for once he doesn’t look smug, angry, or cool. “McGrady, you don’t deserve to live up here. Alone. Cold. In this filth. I’ve finally made it, and for all you’ve done for me, it’s time for me to repay the favor. Hit the road with me.” McGrady stares a Gail for a long while, then sighs. “Fine Gail. Let’s go give them what they deserve.” McGrady grabs his gun from the mantle, and the two walk into the snow.