Evolution Pt. II

Remember that story I was working on? Don't you think it's time I tell you more? Me too. It's been playing, tugging, at the back of my mid for ever! I've done numerous charcter studies on Lester and Maribell ( more Lester because I think he's more interesting). So here is the outcome of that. Warning: I have been at Jason's bar all night, talking to John about the state of the city. (it's all anybody wants to talk about!) ugh! ANYWAYS! (even serial killers!) moving on....



“Lester!”
And he was caught. In his underwear with the bed sheets gripped tightly in one hand, an old nine millimeter in the other. For a split second, he was relieved. And then he let out the breath he had been holding. The last one he’d ever take, or so he thought. As soon as the blood rushed back into his brain, he knew better. As the white spots in his vision disappeared, he saw him. Standing there, behind her, with that stupid look on his stupid face. Lester remembered the first time he saw him, standing there with that same look. Lester remembered thinking then that nobody had an actual career anymore. When he was young, butchers knew about meat. Now, they were just kids with knives. Trevor Ralston. Lester had disliked him instantly. And it wasn’t just for the looks he’d caught the kid shooting his wife. Shooting, ha ha Lester laughed out loud at his choice of words.


“Woah” Trevor uttered.
There was a momentary struggle in Lesters mind, where he tried to decide between pointing the gun at himself or his wife’s lover. He could not control the grin creeping over his lips as he imagined Trevor’s thick skull shattering and his pink brains splattering all over their new wallpaper. It would be so easy. A single look at Maribell was enough to shatter that illusion. He closed his eyes, took that final breath again and raised the pistol to his temple. The shock of the cold of the metal against his tepid forehead, made him jump slightly.
“Lester” she repeated. Except this time, unlike the first, there was a desperation in her voice that was not there before. A pleading tone, like a puppy dog. Until this point, he had yet to look her in the eye. But





that's all I've got. Will you people please stop distracting me and let me write? Thank you! Marble blast gold, you're going down!