Friday, October 18, 2013

The Tempest Prologue 2 Act I Scene 2

Prologue 2

Anthony stopped the vehicle while his Uncle Alan and Stanley stepped off. It was his first outing with the uncle, although Stanley had been to a few. He had just completed college, and had armed himself with a diploma. He was going into banking but his Uncle Alan told him to joined the family business. He heard of the family business from his father, Tony Nates who died in shootout which the family claimed he was the innocent bystander.

"No, Anthony. Your dad left you a legacy with me. You joined me in the business." Uncle Alan told him the day he graduated. The next day he was taken to the field outside of the city to learn how to shoot with the gun, and then the sub-machinegun. He told his uncle he was no killer.

"Killers? We ain't killer. We carry them to protect ourselves." Uncle Alan told him. Three weeks later, he found himself not leaving his house without a gun under his armpit. He never shot anyone before, but he did waved his gun to intimidate them.

That was to change that day.

"Anthony, you and Stanley back me up." Uncle Alan told them as they walked towards the wooden hut in the woods. On the right side was Uncle Paul with Uncle Brady They were all armed but only Stanley and Anthony were carrying sub-machinegun.

There was a shout from the house.

"Come no closer, boys. I would shoot you down like dogs." That voice stopped them moving. It was Uncle Paul who walked up a few more steps and then spoke up.

"Cohen, we ain't looking to shoot you. We just want to talk." Paul told the person inside.

"He ain't my son no more. He is his own now. So get off my property or I would have you shot." The voice cracked out.

"Cohen, he is still your son. His name is Ian Cohen. I was there when you christened him. He done something stupid, and I just want you to see him." Paul told the person inside. That was when the shot came through. It shot up the dirt near Paul' shoes.

"Paul, you knew I could take you down if I want to. So backed off." But Paul Miller was no coward, nor does he backed off from something he wants. He turned to Alan.

"Only him. I do not want to hurt the rest." Alan nodded and the rest nodded. That included Anthony. He was relived that there would not be any senseless killings. Paul then gave them the signal and they went separate ways.

"Sorry, Cohen. You forced my hand." Paul shouted out as he ran for the nearby shelter by the apple tree. Everyone spread out when the shots came at them from the house. Anthony' was to make a flanking move. He did under the hail of bullets and soon reached the rear of the house. He was told there was a small boat house and that could be the escape route. He towards the boat house and stood near it. He could hear the shots being fired; guns, rifles and then the guns, He heard the distinctive sub-machine gun noise.

Then he saw the man rushing out with the rifle in the hand. The man had leveled the rifle at Anthony but he was faster to react. He leveled his sub-machine gun and shot the rushing man. He forgotten that he had held the trigger several time as he had unloaded half a clip on the man. He then saw Uncle Alan stepping from the back door.

"Good work, Anthony." Alan called out and then pointed to the houseboat.

"Look out!" Anthony heard the shout but he had turned his body and fired the sub-machine gun into the boat house. He had shot a lady holding a shotgun. She must had rushed out to protect her husband. He had shot her dead.

It was his first kill. It made him a hero to his cousin, Stanley.

"Hey, one day you would be the family head. I would support you." Stanley told him. ":You got the strength for it."

Anthony did not look to his cousin. He was shocked by the killing. He did it out of instinct because there was a gun in his hands. He did not want the life anymore, but Uncle Alan told him off.

"Anthony, you killed two person. We have to protect you now. If not, the cops are going arrest you." Alan told him. "How would I tell your mother?"

Since then, he had not shot anyone but at the walls or the pets, but never a person. Nevertheless, Stanley felt he was like a hero.

A darned killing machine. 

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