Playt's Thoughts #5: The InciDent

It all started when the time came for the thoughtful planning of the greatest birthday present. It was his 34th birthday, and he was starting to feel older and older each day. When asked what he wanted, he said that all he wanted, was for them not to get him anything. He had decided, that if they got him anything, he would just realize how old he really was. So instead, he just wanted to get extremely drunk, and he wouldn't let them pay for a single drink. They agreed, it was the least they could do, the very very least. So they decided to let him think that's what was going to happen, but they had other plans.

So the day before his Birthday, the three of them piled into the Chevy Cavalier and were off to the bar. When they were halfway there, Bryan realized that they were going the completely opposite direction. The car stopped in the middle of a deserted road, completely desolated. The two in the front got out and opened the doors to the back. Bryan scrambled in confusion and tried to jump to the front seat. "Oh no, you can't get out of this one dude, you totally deserve this," chuckled Timmy, the driver. The both of them grabbed him and threw him in the trunk as he struggled. He tried to jump out, but they shut the lid so fast, that he had no time to react. Laying in the darkness he heard them ask if he was alright. He decided 'Fuck Them', they didn't listen to him, all he really wanted was to get really drunk, so he didn't answer.

On the outside they looked at each other for a brief second, and got in the car. As he started the engine, he looked over at Robert and asked if he thought they had hurt him when they closed the lid. He kinda just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders at the same time. There was a worried look on his face, and he looked as if he had just seen a ghost but still sat in a silent cold sweat. Timmy changed the subject quickly by turning on the radio. They kept driving until they were about five minutes from the strip club. Thinking about Bryan possibly hurt in the trunk, Timmy sped up the car in paranoia. An undercover cop that was clocking people, saw the car fly down the road going about 10 mph over the speed limit. Officer Zahmiv followed silently behind them, ready to pull them over if it seemed a threat to other drivers.

Meanwhile in the trunk, Bryan had devised a plan. He was going to pretend he was dead and when they opened up the trunk to check on him, he was going to jump at them and scare them half to death. It was about his only option to get them back. In the struggle to get into the dead position, his foot caught on the wiring for the left brake light and ripped it out. He tried to bend over and stick the wire back into it's original position, but with such a small amount of space, it couldn't seem to get it to stay in the right spot.

As the cop followed, he could see one of the brake lights flashing. He was trained to look for this sort of thing, it always meant there was a kidnapped victim in the trunk, which would explain why they were going so fast. He instantly felt a sense of justice (and, this being his first big bust, he also felt giddy), and turned his sirens on. The car slowed down to a stop and he turned off his sirens and got out.

The car slowed down to a stop. Bryan wondered where they could be, since he couldn't hear anything over that damned blasting radio. He closed his eyes and got ready for the surprise.

"Could you please turn off your radio. License and registration please."

Bryan heard muffled voices, but nothing he could make out.

"Do you know why I stopped you? I clocked you at going 65 mph. Can you please step out of the car sir?" Everything was going exactly to the book.

"Is all this really necessary sir? I was only speeding, can't you just give me a ticket or something?"

"Do you mind opening your trunk sir?" Timmy froze. He started sweating profusely, and stumbling over his words.

"But, when, uh, why... what's in my... why do you want to see what's... uhm... in the trunk... sir?"

"I have the right to check your trunk if there's any suspicion of any kind. You are acting kind of awkward, so I have the right to see what's in your trunk." Timmy got out and walked to the back of the car. Shaking like a madman with rabies, he attempted to put the key in the hole. Scratching some of the paint off, he eventually got it in and turned the key. In his mind he began making up excuses for him being in the trunk. When the cop saw the motionless body of the kid, he immediately went for his gun. Timmy started to freak out, saying shit like, I didn't know he was dead, seriously. Officer Zahmiv drew out his gun, ready to bring down the hatchet of righteousness. Bryan jumped up and shouted out Raaah, right before the gun clenched in the officer's hand, went off and shot Bryan in the head.