|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Sunset of Betrayal :: Chapter VIICHAPTER VII
Myrtle, Gatsby, and George made their way up the stairs, and exited the apartment building next to the building that had housed the Keystone. Myrtle saw that George had his Thompson and the violin case with him. We could need that, she thought grimly.
They walked down the street and turned a corner. Some ways down, they came across a second alley that led to the courtyard, on the side opposite to the one Myrtle, Wilson, and Carraway had walked down to get here. They watched as Keitel carried a young flapper into the center of the space and was shot. He collapsed on the ground, and an officer walked over and knelt down next to him.
“I feel like I’m watching some sappy tragedy on stage,” Gatsby said apathetically.
Myrtle gave him a sidelong glance, surprised at his remark. She, for one, did feel a pang of remorse over how this night was turning out. If only she had not gone along with Carraway and set up this meeting to humiliate Wilson and take over
Sunset of Betrayal :: Chapter VICHAPTER VI
Wolf-eyes Keitel stumbled into the back room and almost fell on Daisy. When Daisy saw him, he could tell her spirits had lifted. But then she saw Carraway enter the room behind him and she started backing away in shock.
“Wha―What’s he doing here?” she stammered fearfully. “Why are you here?”
Keitel turned to face Carraway, and found him looking stony-faced at Daisy.
“I knew it,” he said softly. “Before, there was a small part of me that wanted to believe I was mistaken, but now that I see you here, I am certain beyond the shadow of a doubt.”
Carraway abruptly lifted his revolver in the air and leveled it at Daisy. Keitel roared and tackled him as he pulled the trigger, causing his shot to misfire into the wall. Daisy screamed and started sobbing again.
Next, someone started banging on the door, and after a few hard kicks, they broke it off its hinges, and tore it from the wall. Keitel saw Nick Baker enter the room a
Sunset of Betrayal :: Chapter VCHAPTER V
The instant he heard the explosion, George Buchanan went for the violin case leaning against the wall. Inside was not a violin, but the pieces of his Thompson Submachine gun – the "Chicago Style" Gatsby had just referred to. Quick as lightning, he assembled the pieces, loaded the weapon, and went through the door into the main room.
Bulls were already funneling in through a gaping hole where the main entrance used to be, and a few had just shot ______, who had foolishly pulled a gun on them. Wilson, bleeding from his forehead, unsteadily picked himself off the floor and charged for the exit. One of the officers must have interpreted it as an act of aggression, and Wilson met the same fate as _______.
George thought he heard one of them call a comrade; someone named "Keitel." He saw two officers staring at Wolf-eyes, who was shielding some girl from harm. One looked about mid-thirties, the other probably mid-twenties. The younger one suddenly triumphantly yelled out "I knew it
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
Keep in Touch!
Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More