Story #4: Implicit Plot

Colleen Mundy
Dr. Tony Barnstone
ENGL 302
February 24, 2009


I Want You
The gun felt heavy in my hand as I made my way through the crowd. I decided on my simple revolver for this one, but it still felt like it was going to rip through the bottom of my coat pocket. I looked around for her everywhere. I had assumed she would be by the bar since she wasn’t much of a dancer. The bright lights of the club bounced off of the bodies glistening with sweat and the music drummed in my ears. I loosened my tie.
I spotted her as she was coming out of the bathroom. Just as I thought, she was heading back to the bar. I moved through the packs of people around the back side of the dance floor until I got to the bar. I needed a beer. I watched her sip on her martini as the bartender flirted with her. What was she thinking? Marcus would kill her himself if he saw this. I walked up behind her.
“You look like you’re having fun,” I whispered in her ear as I pressed the barrel of my gun in the small of her back. “Marcus has been waiting. You’re late.”
I led her away from the bar and the bartender, who stood leaning over the bar wondering what just happened, and along the wall of the club. She walked without a word. She knew what she was in for. I kept my hand on her shoulder and turned her out the back door into the alley. It was dark and damp and her red dress stood out brilliantly against the building wall.
“How did you know where I was?” she grinned and grabbed hold of my tie.
“You’re not that hard to figure out,” I smirked.
She yanked on my tie and pulled me into her. I pulled my hand out of my pocket and let my coat cradle the gun. I don’t know why I ever thought this plan would work.