Who am I?
“When you know you’re gonna die, there’s only one thought that you face: “I’m not gonna die!” Of course I couldn’t say this with a gun in my mouth and my hands bound to my feet with zip-ties, so I showed him instead. I didn’t know exactly where I was, all I could make out were repair kits for some kind of truck, piles of gravel, holes in the floor and fresh Concrete. The sonuvabitch with the 11-inch steel colt in my mouth turned his head just for a second; I knew this was my only chance. I bit down hard on the gun and yanked it out of his hand with my mouth. I could hear the crunching of my incisors on the barrel, but I didn’t care, it was either that or a dirt nap…and I wasn’t tired. Shocked the dark man reached for the gun I had whipped across the floor. As he lunged forward he stepped in a hole in the floor, it was dark, we were blind as bats in whatever this place was. Just my luck, he goes down about mid-thigh. I roll over to the repair kit and there’s razor wire and all sorts of things to help me on my way. I used the razor wire to cut through zip-ties. It didn’t take long, but then again every minute felt like a second. I grabbed the gun and spit out a tooth. I raised the hand cannon and shoved in the mouth of the dark man in the floor. Through his gun-muffled voice, I could barely make out what he said, “Jack Grabber.” I spit out a glob of blood, “Always have been, and always will be.”
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