QFRAT #252 - morgen heißer Silvesterabend!

[Icetongue]

A man in a hat entered the room. He took off the hat. “It’s you!” They all said. At the same time like a class speaking to a teacher. “Hahaha Hello gentleman”, the man in the hat said, putting the hat on the table. “And hello ladies he said. Turning to the ladies and lifting his hat politely. “Leave us alone Trent!” The women said. Perhaps it was because the were angry at him for something he had done in the past, a long, long time ago. Or perhaps it was because he was holding a gun at them! The gun came from nowhere. He had got it out of his pocket and now both bullets were aimed at the people.”Say your prayers!” The man said but one of the men grabbed the gun, knocking the table with the hat on it and some other things on the floor. A vase got broken. Now the gun was in the other hands and we would have to wait and see if it was the right hands.



It had always been Trents problem to treat women like objects. Like a nice bookcase or a €350,000 mansion. He was sorry about that and sorry about what he had to do but he knew he had to do it. He had to pick up his hat and his gun and had to march to that house. He knew the people would be there and he had to kill them! But back to the women. Trent liked women but like all his things he did not do the right things with them. Like the time he broke that man’s pen inthe bank by accident. He also like to take things that weren’t his. “Leave my things alone! They would say to him. But he didnt care. not a jot.



SKRRK! SKRRK SKRRK! Somehwere in the distance Trent could hear it. SKRRK! SKRRK! SKRRK! Trent could well remember that noise from the time he was in the army. “I can well remember that noise from the time I was in the army” Trent thought. No time for thinking, he thought. And carried on running. The SKRRK!ing seemed to be getting closer though and Trent knew he must stop and fight or be killed. “Gasp!” Trent gasped. “Corporal Jones?” “Hahaha, yes Trent, I knew you would come here and I knew you knew what the SKRRK!ing was and that you must stop. That’s why I did it and why I came here in the first place.” Trent wasn’t sure whether he should hug him or punch him! Hug him because of the SKRRK!ing wasn’t real and he knew he was safe after all, or punch him because he didn’t actually like him! He shook the Corporal Jones on the hand. “Hahaha” said Corporal Jones. “Same old Trent!”



“A gun!” Trent barked and “A hat!. The shopkeeper did not appreciate being barked at but told Trent where the guns and the hats where in his shop. He also didn’t like to sell a gun to a man like Trent. The hat was ok. “Take your precious gun and hat and get out of my shop” said the shopkeeper when Trent had bought the gun and hat. Trent left the shop, pointing the gun at the shopkeeper like he might have shot him. The hat sat on his head like a man sitting on a park bench. “Peeeow!” peeowed Trent making a noise like a gun shooting. “Peeow ” to you too said the shopkeeper. He knew there wasn’t any bullets in the gun! Yet…



Trent was having a flashback. He suddenly remembered lots of exciting things that had happened to him that really showed who he was. He was glad that there was no way people could of known what he was thinking because it really gave away a lot about him. He shook his head to refocus on what he had to do. “Oh yes, killing all them people” Trent thought. He chuckled to himself “hahaha” because of the flashback. “Gosh that would really explain a lot about me… if people only knew what I was just thinking about…” A man who was passing looked at him and wondered why he had said it. BANG! Trent shot the man dead! He fell on the floor like some shopping that hadn’t been doubly bagged but there was heavy shopping in the bag, so the bag ripped. Trent was just like that, but no-one knew why.



Trent looked at himself in the eyes. He couldn’t of seen them normally except he was looking in a stream. Because of being in the army, he knew all about survival. Using a stream like mirror or a log or something as a seat if his legs got tired. His eyes that he was looking at looked tired, if only there was a log in that stream for them. There probably was logs in the stream thought Trent, but I’m not touching them with my eyes! “haha thought Trent. Trent sat on a log. Because of his legs were tired. CRACK! A noise went. CRACK! Like a mouse’s spine breaking. Trent turned round at mouse height expecting to see one with a broke back. It was a broken twig though with a foot on it. Trent thought that was probably what broke it. He looked up the foot and up the leg the foot was on and then up again until he saw the face of a beautiful woman. Then Trent had sex with her ” hahaha” Thought Trent.

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