Sheriff Silva started towards Danny. Danny cocked the pistol and the sheriff stopped dead in his tracks...
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“What the hell are you doing boy? Give me that gun right now!”
“Stay away from me. I’m going big time now, and I would just as soon start with you.” The gun never wavered as he pointed it as his father.
“Give me the gun! We can still fix this Danny. You’re not going big time on me. You’re just a two bit criminal with a rap sheet full of misdemeanors, now come on! I picked up your handy work outside and put it in the car. We need to get you out of here.” He stepped forward and reached for the gun.
Danny fired the weapon, hitting his father in the shoulder. The force of the bullet knocked the sheriff back against the wall where he slumped to the floor.
“I guess I just graduated didn’t I dad? Or do I have to kill you for that?”
Not knowing what to expect next, Sally was cowering in fear, protecting Jeff with her own body. Danny got up off the floor and looked over his victims in contempt. The sheriff struggled to his feet, his wound was serious, but not life threatening.
“Now what are you going to do boy? There’s no fixing this now. You need to give...”
“Shut up!” Danny pointed the gun at his father again. “I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone.” He backed up towards the front door. “I can take care of myself. This is just the beginning. You never fixed anything! You drove mom away and now, I’m out of here. The only difference between me and you is that you hide behind that shiny piece of shit tin badge. You’re just a piece of shit, two bit father...”
Danny backed out the door and ran to his car. Sheriff Silva reached for his radio mike. “Deputy West, you copy?”
“Ten four chief. What’s up?”
“I want you to call for an ambulance. Send it to the Roper place”
“You need help Sheriff?” Asked the deputy.
“No damn it! Just make the call! I’ll be out of contact for a while, Sheriff out!” He clipped the mike back in place and turned to leave just as he heard Danny pull away in the Mustang.
“Where are you going? You’re wasting you’re time if you go after Danny...” Sally immediately regretted saying anything.
Sheriff Silva looked at her in confusion, not sure what she had meant.
“He’s still my son, no matter what. I have to stop him before he hurts anyone else. I... He’s my little boy...” The sheriff hung his head in sadness, walked out and got in his car and drove away.
Sally was left alone in the house. The series of events she had experienced this evening overwhelmed her better judgment. She had prepared a spell earlier when she was in the bathroom. She had intended on hurting Danny, and then explaining to him what she had done to get him to leave her alone.
But things were all different now. Danny was out of control. He had done to much damage. She came to the decision that the solution should be a little more permanent. From what the Sheriff had said, her dog’s remains, her dog Bunny’s severed head was in Danny’s car. She stood up and prepared herself, going into a deep trance...
Danny was driving at a high rate of speed down the country road. He briefly slowed down as he saw flashing lights approaching from ahead, but it was only an ambulance. As it passed him, he watched the flashing lights fade from sight in his rearview mirror, only to be replaced by another set, rapidly gaining on him from behind. He floored the gas pedal.
“Whoop! This is going to be fun.” said Danny to himself. As he accelerated down the road, he heard the rustle of the bag containing the dog’s head that his father had thrown in the seat next to him. The wind rushing in from the open window had shifted the plastic bag enough to expose what was inside. He glanced over at it and could swear the dogs eyes were open and staring at him. Then he heard the growl...
Sheriff Jim Silva was catching up to his son. The Mustang had a high performance engine, but it was still no match for the Police cruiser. He had pulled up to within a hundred yards of the fleeing car ahead of him when suddenly, it swerved violently into the opposite side of the road. He backed off the gas a little and watched as the Mustang performed a series of swerving, out of control movements, almost like the driver was struggling with someone...
Jeff slowly regained consciousness. He was having trouble pulling air into his lungs, and he knew he must have a few broken ribs, thanks to Danny’s attack with the baseball bat. His head was pounding from the kick Danny had delivered. He could barely hear Sally’s voice over the ringing in his ears, and he couldn’t understand anything she was saying. He looked up and through the pain induced fog in his vision, he could see her doing complex movements with her arms and hands, and chanting in a sing song voice...
Danny’s skin crawled at the sound of the growl. The hair on his arms stood up and a shiver raced through his system. He looked back and forth between the road and the dog head, then watching the road, he blindly reached over to grab the bag so he could throw it out the window. As his hand reached it’s goal, he heard another growl and then felt an excruciating pain as the severed head of the dog clamped it’s jaws around Danny’s hand.
To be continued...