REL. class well spent.

Little by Little I Allow the Devil to Steal My Salvation.
_Wolff_

Maxwell

so my newest idea is not flowing well so here is a old story. i wrote this like a year ago and some of you may of already read it. i still think it is pretty good for what it is. could use some minor changes. anyway enjoy. . .

Maxwell snapped his lighter shut while the smoke from his cigarette danced toward the night’s sky. The floor around him littered with 9mm shells, a tell tale sign of how much shit just went down. He grunted slightly as he shifted his back against the concrete wall, the gash on his left arm was still bleeding and the last thing he needed was more blood everywhere.

“Damn the cops are going to love this one.” He turned the lighter over and over in his fingers, its polished silver glistening in the moonlight. A warm breeze sauntered through the court yard covered with what would soon be the newest additions to the Nerogrown city morgue. The decision to go after Peter was a bad one but the bounty would be worth it. Sirens wailed in the distance like banshees.

“Let the fun begin,” said Maxwell as he took the last drag from his cigarette and filed it between his shoe and the ground in a practiced motion. The loaded handgun next to him would be only one of the things the cops would bitch about. Just as he dropped out the magazine he could hear footsteps crunching on the gravel on the other side of the court yard. Looking up he saw the first pleasant sight all night.

“I was hoping we could meet again under better circumstances, Hailey,” she stormed toward him. Her neatly pressed suit a sharp contrast to his faded Levi’s and bare blood stained chest.

“Shut up. I knew I would find you here Max.”

“Why do you insist on calling me that? You know I can’t stand it.”

“I insist on it because you hate it, and I insist on him because he hates you.” Hailey nodded toward the pit bull at her side.

“Why don’t you put that mutt to sleep? Look at him. Now he’s missing an ear. What hell you been doing with this dog Hailey?” Maxwell turned to the dog extending his palm.

”You want to die any way, don’t you boy?” Maxwell jerked away just in time to avoid a hand full of teeth.

“Damn it Max. Don’t be jealous just cause Rocco can lick his own balls and you can’t.”

“Because it’s you I’ll let that last comment slide. Now I know you didn’t come all the way out here for this to be a pissing contest so …why are you here?”

Hailey shifted her weight in the gravel as she reached down and stroked Rocco’s head

A smirk curled up Maxwell’s lips “ You need my help don’t you.? You took a hit and you can’t handle it can you ? You know better than that. You have not even been doing this long enough to take your own hit.” All Maxwell could do was throw an evil smile at her.

“You should know that I took an up front bounty on it too,” muttered Hailey. Maxwell smiled harder, all teeth, ear to ear.

“Cut the Crap, Max. You look like Ronald Mc-fricking-donald.

“Alright Fine,” Maxwell spat at her, “but it’s your own fault you are going to look like a jackass. Just tuck your tail between your legs, return the bounty and tell this guy to find someone else to…”

Hailey rolled her eyes back and threw her head to the side.

“ If it was that easy I would have already done it and we would not be having this conversation.”

Maxwell begins to stutter “…then you can’t do that because...why?”

“I already blew the bounty” Hailey said.

Maxwell let out hardy laugh, “Congratulations Hailey. You just won the ‘How much shit can I get myself into’ award. Next you’ll tell me you took it from Ronson flint.”

Hailey looked past Maxwell, let out a labored breath and ran her tongue over her front teeth.

“You are a real piece of work, you know that?” Maxwell said shaking his head. “You mean to tell me that you took a private hit with and up front bounty from none other Ronson Flint? Who is only the center for all importing of Drug 45 and not to mention who at one time offered a bounty for me. We do know that taking a private hit is a Glacial felony, right? What the hell were you thinking? Oh wait a minute…you weren’t thinking, were you?”

“ Blah blah blah is all I’m hearing Max.”

“ Hey, it’s not my fault that the governess’s ‘daughter by day, bounty hunter by night’ can’t cover her own ass. You came to me for help remember?”

“ Well what do you want me to say Max?” Hailey bent slightly at the knees and clasp her hands together on her chest. “Oh Maxwell please help me. I’m a poor defenseless girl and I need some testosterone driven Neanderthal to save me from myself. Oh please won’t you help me?” Hailey dropped her arms to her sides with a look of disgust. “Is that what you want?”

“Shut the hell up. I’m going to help you, now get your ass out of here.”

“You know, I would love to know what crawled up your shorts and died Max, you used to be at least some what civil.”

“Well it can’t be any worse than what made you do that now can it?.” Maxwell nodded to Hailey’s right arm where three fresh scars were the only relics of a fumbled suicide. Starting halfway down her forearm and extending to the middle of her palm they alternated with lines of the still tender holes from being stapled back together. Her skin perforated by both her own doing and the means of which saved the very life she sought to end.

“Could you be more of an asshole?” mumbled Hailey slipping her arm behind her back.

“I probably could, but unless you want to deal with ‘Perker-head’ and his entourage I suggest you leave.”

Hailey stomped back into the shadows with Rocco in tow. Glancing backward she could see blue light from the first of the squad cars as it turned into the court yard followed by a second and third. A short fat officer that resembled a cue ball more than a cop stepped from the second car.

“Ahhh. Captain pecker-head. Hot dog with mustard for dinner again?” said Maxwell noticing the yellow stain down the front of the officer’s uniform.

“For the love of god Maxwell, it’s ‘Pekhardend’ not pecker-head.”

“ Oh. Right. I’ll have to remember that. So you going to record me or what?”

Pekhardend fumbled in his pockets to produce a mini voice recorder. After switching it on held it out to Maxwell. “you know the drill”

“Maxwell Element. Bounty license number 1089719. Bounty number 2818233. Bounty Peter Stedlter. Glacial region permit number 55-220.”

Pekhardend flipped the recorder off and stored it back in his pocket.

“You know if you weren’t such a damn good bounty hunter I’d give you hell for the mess you always make. So which one of these poor bastards is Peter?”

“The one with the most holes in him,” spat out Maxwell looking to the nearest pile of blood and mangled body parts. “one hundred thousand runics and a bullet for every thousand.”

“Looks about right . Shit Maxwell, did he piss you off too?”

“I had to pay him back for the little memento he gave me.” Maxwell turned so Pekhardend could see where a bullet had torn through his arm. “ Like you said I know the drill, so if there is nothing else I’ll be leaving.”

“ Not unless you want to clean up your own mess this time?”

“Do I ever?” Maxwell picked up his 9mm, holstered it and walked off to find Hailey.

As Maxwell entered the confinement of shadows he positioned another cigarette between his lips and pulled the lighter from his pocket.” You know you really need to learn to breathe better when you hide and I can smell your perfume over pecker-head’s stench.” Maxwell lit his cigarette and took a long drag from it. Its’ glow illuminated the essential curves of his face. In the amber light a dark line along his jaw cast it self away from the scar his first hit left him.

“No one is ever good enough for you are they max?” Hailey reached toward him taking the cigarette from his lips and begun nursing it herself. “ And I really I wish you would smoke something other than Marboros.”

“You were good enough once. Would you like to be again?” Maxwell moved closer to her his hands finding their way around her waist and taking a deep breath of her perfume. Hailey drew a hand between them and placed it on his chest.

“ So is that a yes?” Maxwell leaned in to her. He could feel her tense then in one fluid motion throw her entire weight behind her hand into his chest. Maxwell stumbled backwards barely catching himself.

“Damn Hailey. A simple no would of worked just the same.”

“Max with you nothing is simple. Besides a one night stand with you is enough to turn any chick gay, remember we’ve been through this before.”

“ Watch it there little girl. It’s not my fault you’re a Lezbo.” Snapped Maxwell

“Just keep telling your self that Max. It might come true one day.” Hailey took the last drag from the cigarette and flicked to the ground at Maxwell’s feet.

“Bitch.”

“You know it. Would you like to start fresh in the morning or try to get killed tonight?”

“In the morning of course, but you know I would probably be more useful tomorrow if I don’t have to be alone tonight.”

“Tough shit max. Now go be a big boy and I’ll call you.” Hailey dropped back to the night while Maxwell headed out of the courtyard in the opposite direction. Fumbling for another cigarette he shuffled to a stop realizing he still had no clue who it was he would be killing. He clicked open his lighter and struck the flint. Sweat and blood on his chest glistened in its orange hue.

“Hailey wait. Who exactly will we be hitting?” he mumble though the cigarette. The only reply was dead silence.

“Hailey?”

A sudden numbing thud caught him in the right shoulder, then pain seared down his arm as Maxwell dropped to his knees cigarette still in his mouth. Head dipping down he could already see his own blood splattering the ground. Labored heavy breaths made blood pulse out faster in a crimson spider web engulfing his naked back. Turning to see the blade jutting out of him, he could feel the point grind deeper into bone. A gloved hand gripped the knife up to the hilt out of the corner of his eye. A sharp twist released a shattering scream from Maxwell’s mouth. Ambers bounced away from the Marboro as it hit the ground. Rotating his gaze back to meet his new adversary Maxwell begins to feel the all too familiar grogginess of blood loss. Among the shadows he finds the arm of his assailant and on it three fresh scars alternating with lines of holes from being stapled back together.

“By the way, you’re the hit Max.”

_Wolff_

Liquid

I managed to find this after completely forgetting abt it. . .

rain has a power fused within it that water does not. i learned that quickly when i opened the door and saw her standing in my doorway. she stood as far in from the rain as she could. she was caught outside just long enough for droplets to run down from her eyes and cling to the edge of her lips. tiny beads held fast to the her few strands of hair that had run astray. there seemed to be a firey rage to the petite frame that had taken over my front porch.

"here"

she threw an old backpack at my feet then turned and stormed away with more raw force that the weather that englufled her
a sadness trailed my stare as her porfile lost itself in the sheets of rain. i cried that night. more than i ever remember and more than i will ever admit. i cried not for what i lost when i lost her but because of the things i found in me. i had lied, i had cheated, and i stole. i had become the things i hated. they were all inside of me, waiting for the right time and place to silence my conscience and break into my life.



i lied again. . . i cried for losing her.

A New Stolen Idea

so i have been meaning to start writting again for like the past year. as you all can see it didn't happen. then i heard this great idea that Judge had. writting a story as a blog. well i think it was Judge anyway it was not my idea to start with but i think i am going to take it as a cue to write again, this is not going to be a full length novel but more like a bunch of short stoires, maybe even just scenes sometimes. idk yet. my ink name has been "Wolff" for years so i see no reason to change what works well. so let the games begin i guess.