A Long Dark Highway - Finally

He awoke to the smell of stale cigarette smoke and pickled herring. He immediately lost all bile that was in his stomach, causing his head to fill with pain. "That's it," he thought, "I finally made it to hell." He tried opening his eyes, but all that was there was darkness. He searched for any small trace of light that might indicate a door or window, but all he saw was darkness. "I'm blind." he said out loud, the sound of his voice made him jump. He felt around and came to the conclusion that his room was about six feet wide and 10 feet long. What he thought was the door was in the middle of one of the six foot walls, but no hinges, or no door knob. He felt the crease in his forehead, it was still moist, slowly oozing blood and sweat. He put his back again the wall opposite the door and sat down. "It's another fine mess you've gotten me into Stanley."

The sudden screech of an eagle over loud speakers caused him to jump to his feet. He immediately fell to his knees as he became light headed because of his head wound. Lights flashed on and off, her laughter boomed, echoing off the wall, then the worst came as she started playing Lady Gaga. He put his hands over his ears but the noise was just too loud. Then her voice came boomed, "Give it to me. Give it to me," over and over and over.

"No! You'll never get it. Never," he yelled at the top of his lungs. The noise stopped immediately and the door cracked open. She stood there with his Glock in her hand, up to the temple of his best friend.

"Give it to me. This piece of trash is all that cares for you. Are you going to give that up for it?"

He stood there looking into the two pairs of eyes. One full of hope, one full of hatred. "Ok, you win. I put it next to your collection of Bibles, I knew you'd never find it there."

"It had better be there, or I'll hunt you down and next time I won't just graze you." She threw him his gun, "It's not loaded anyway." She laughed all the way out the room, and headed straight to her study. After moving a dusty pile of Bibles, she saw it, "That clever SOB, I'd never would have looked for it two feet from my desk." She slowly picked it up and ran her hand over it. The hairs on her arms stood on end as her excitement climaxed. "Finally, my very own copy of Pee Wee Herman's Big Adventure."