Here’s just a little diversion. This could be the opening scene to a novel I’d like to write someday. You don’t get to meet the main protagonist, or even the antagonist, but it should leave you wanting to read more. I hope.
If you missed it, I posted a Journey of St. Laurent chapter earlier this week. Check it out.
Also, you those of you who like to write, I’m playing with a POD magazine platform, and so I’m putting together a silly little literary magazine. I’m paying for stories, too. (Albeit not a lot.)
Oh, and is it #FlashFriday or is it #FridayFlash?
Dwayne only had about an hour left in the year. He wasn’t going to reach his goal. His New Year’s resolution was a bust. Granted, it had been a pretty lofty goal – to change the nation for the better. The charitable foundation had collapsed within months, and his run for office was a dismal failure. The silver lining was that before sunrise he would get his chance to make a difference.
He pulled on the black gloves and wondered if he’d be able to go through with it.
He shook his head. Of course he’d be able to go through with it. It’s not like he even had a choice anymore. The decision was made weeks ago.
Could he even back out? He shook his head again. No, of course not. It’s too late.
Besides, the rest of the jury would never let him get away with that kind of cowardice.
He threw the rope, duct tape, and heavy duty zip strips in the little pack on top of the note he was to leave behind. The revolver he shoved in the front of his pants.
He fiddled with the remote and ordered the longest pay per view movie on the list. It wasn’t much, but it was some sort of an alibi.
If having affairs were the senator’s only crimes, Dwayne wouldn’t be staying up so late tonight. Infidelity couldn’t be excused, but it didn’t need to be punished like this. And Senator Jeremy Lither wasn’t just a philandering cheat, he was a traitor to his country, plain and simple.
Even with that knowledge, Dwayne’s hand trembled on the door knob. He had never murdered anyone before.
But is it even murder if you kill a traitor? It’s merely dispensing justice were the system has failed. Anyone with half a brain can see he’s guilty of treason.
Still, it was a tough thing to do.
The other jurors had all acted like it was some great honor to be the first to carry out a sentence.
Dwayne knew the truth; it is always hardest to go first.
The others would be relying on this one to go smoothly. It would give them confidence to keep up the fight.
Dwayne hated the thought of letting them and his country down when the stakes were so high.
On his way to the truck, he reviewed the plan.
The senator’s wife was a party lightweight. She would leave shortly after midnight, head up to their room, and take her sleeping pill. The senator would leave the hotel probably an hour after that. He’d go to the seedy motel where he had prepaid for a room in cash that morning.
In the motel room he’d meet with his latest hard bodied intern.
Dwayne would wait outside until the senator was done. It wouldn’t be too long. The three other times he had followed the senator during one of these encounters, the whole thing had lasted less than forty five minutes.
Once the senator came out of the room, Dwayne would do what he needed to do.
Even though the truck was cold, Dwayne noticed that he was sweating up a storm. He was a lot more nervous than he had expected to be.
The whole ride he had to tell himself “I am not a murderer. I’m a patriot. I’m a soldier, not a hit man. A patriot soldier that’s not afraid to do what’s necessary for his country.”
The senator’s crimes were legion. He had authored four laws which whittled away at the freedom of speech. He had worked very hard trying to phase out private ownership of firearms. He had abused military and police connections in efforts to squelch his political adversaries. The list went on and on. Both American soldiers and American citizens were now dead due directly to Senator Lither’s actions. He had abused his power again and again, each time with the apparent goal of weakening the nation. He was a power hungry traitor steeped in corruption. One that the legal system would never touch.
It was time for a great change in Washington. Time for the government to respect the people again. That was why Dwayne had to follow through. There had to be justice. Senator Jeremy Lither had to be held accountable for his actions.
Reviewing the Senator’s traitorous acts gave Dwayne the strength he needed.
At last he reached the seedy motel where fourteen hours earlier the Senator had rented a room.
Normally, night hides the dirt and the debris and generally helps a motel look a little better. Not this place. Night just made it ooze even more. Very little of the big neon sign actually worked, with most of the functioning tubes flickering at odd intervals. Many of the walkway lights were out. The dim shadows made the dirt and dust on the walls look like grease and tar.
Sure enough, the intern arrived first. It wasn’t quite one o’clock yet. The senator arrived about half an hour later.
Everything was going perfectly according to schedule.
It must be sign.
As soon as the senator’s door closed, Dwayne grabbed the little bag with the supplies and set everything up.
Once that was done, he crouched in the shadows behind the overflowing garbage can that sat underneath the window to the senator’s room.
Dwayne could hear every dirty thing that was going on inside. Fortunately, the senator was not exactly a great lover, and he’d be done and cleaning up in no time.
At length, the door squeaked open and the senator stepped into the night.
It’s finally time. No weakness.
As soon as the door clanged closed, Dwayne jumped up and pulled out the revolver.
“Senator, you are guilty of treason.”
The senator spun around. “Who do you think-” His eyes went wide.
“Just make this easy on yourself and come with me.”
Yes, last year Dwayne had failed at his New Year’s resolution. This year, however, he would start the revolution.