Bunny
Dear Bunny,
I wrote you.
Now die.
In pain,
Me
There are times when you look at the world and think “Holy shit, I’m really going to do this.”
Ray didn’t think one of those times would be when he was a couple hundred feet above the ground being held at gunpoint by some Mountie-killer’s lacky and getting ready to jump out without a parachute on the word of a crazy Mountie. Then again, three years ago he didn’t think he’d do anything on the word of a crazy Mountie.
Stanley, Ray, Stanley - and Ray still have problems thinking of him as “Ray”, it’s just too weird when someone else takes over your name, your life even - was bitching something about dying.
“I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die because some idiot thinks jumping out of a plane without a parachute is a great idea. Because someone just has to get his man. Oh God, gonna die, gonna die, gonna die.”
And it was just the most natural thing for Ray to turn to the kid and tell him, “Will you just shut up!”
The kid kept babbling.
Ray ignored him in favor of catching Fraser’s eyes, asking silently if this is what they’re really going to do and if maybe the man for once will admit he lost his mind. Fraser’s look said, “No much choice between certain death and uncertain death, Ray. It’s now or never.”
“Okay,” Ray yelled, trying not to focus on the cold grip in his gut that was attempting to force the last remains of a hospital dinner out the wrong way, “on three!”
“One!” Fraser called out and grabbed Stanley’s right arm.
“Two!” Ray followed as he grabbed the other arm, pinning the kid between him and Benny.
“Three!” they yelled together and fell.
I wrote you.
Now die.
In pain,
Me
There are times when you look at the world and think “Holy shit, I’m really going to do this.”
Ray didn’t think one of those times would be when he was a couple hundred feet above the ground being held at gunpoint by some Mountie-killer’s lacky and getting ready to jump out without a parachute on the word of a crazy Mountie. Then again, three years ago he didn’t think he’d do anything on the word of a crazy Mountie.
Stanley, Ray, Stanley - and Ray still have problems thinking of him as “Ray”, it’s just too weird when someone else takes over your name, your life even - was bitching something about dying.
“I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die because some idiot thinks jumping out of a plane without a parachute is a great idea. Because someone just has to get his man. Oh God, gonna die, gonna die, gonna die.”
And it was just the most natural thing for Ray to turn to the kid and tell him, “Will you just shut up!”
The kid kept babbling.
Ray ignored him in favor of catching Fraser’s eyes, asking silently if this is what they’re really going to do and if maybe the man for once will admit he lost his mind. Fraser’s look said, “No much choice between certain death and uncertain death, Ray. It’s now or never.”
“Okay,” Ray yelled, trying not to focus on the cold grip in his gut that was attempting to force the last remains of a hospital dinner out the wrong way, “on three!”
“One!” Fraser called out and grabbed Stanley’s right arm.
“Two!” Ray followed as he grabbed the other arm, pinning the kid between him and Benny.
“Three!” they yelled together and fell.