Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Aug 27, 2007 23:38:29 GMT -5
Ivan stares, wide-eyed, at the abomination in the cage, its tongue licking intently at the crudely welded bars. Disgust came over him, then depression, then hatred for Vito.
five
"You..." Ivan said, pulling the only gun he had from under his white lab coat. "I've been toiling away for five months, FIVE MONTHS, to bring my brother back to perfect health after that gunshot wound to the head he sustained the last time he was here with you..you vagrants! Now, I let him come visit his 'friends' in this run down bar and you let this happen!? Then, on top of it all, you sit there and lie to me when I ask where he is? Did you do this to him you mafioso son of a bitch!?"
Ivan waved the gun wildly as he spoke. "And you!" He shouted, turning the gun to face the DJ. "You're a medic, didn't you think to help him?! Didn't you even try!?"
Ivan moved the gun back and forth between Vito and the DJ, unsure who he should shoot first.
"I want some answers..."
five
"You..." Ivan said, pulling the only gun he had from under his white lab coat. "I've been toiling away for five months, FIVE MONTHS, to bring my brother back to perfect health after that gunshot wound to the head he sustained the last time he was here with you..you vagrants! Now, I let him come visit his 'friends' in this run down bar and you let this happen!? Then, on top of it all, you sit there and lie to me when I ask where he is? Did you do this to him you mafioso son of a bitch!?"
Ivan waved the gun wildly as he spoke. "And you!" He shouted, turning the gun to face the DJ. "You're a medic, didn't you think to help him?! Didn't you even try!?"
Ivan moved the gun back and forth between Vito and the DJ, unsure who he should shoot first.
"I want some answers..."