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Regas Treasure Hunt Adventures 3: Coup de' Grace

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"okay... this is going to be a problem" I said to the rest of my salt water glazed crew as I was thinking over the impossible economics of 2 tickets to the twin resorts with 3 people being in my crew.

what to do, what to do I thought to myself over running my paw-hand through my head fur in frustration.

I'm going to have to settle for either the prizon escapee fox mutt or the the prizon escapee mani...

"only two tickets? is this some kind of sick joke?!" my mutt navigator exclaimed in panic. it wasint just unfair, it was sadistic that they would assume a  crew would be limited to 2 people, crews in reality number up to 3-5 people on even the smallest of ocean going ships.

the metal parrot just simply perched on a nearby branch, wating....and watching.

they knew...those bastards knew that I was going to come across this trophy and they were watching the drama ensue.

That parrot is not just a "shaperone", its, in reality a live broadcast camera. Every waking moment, every cutthrough decision, all our movements, tracked, monitored, watched...

How could I tell, I saw its eyes, the iris focusing in on me in a deliberate attempt to watch the drama unfold.

My crew were standing patiently in place, waiting in anticipation on who is chosen to accompany me to twin luxuries.

Then, like getting hit by a train, a cold sweat hit me to my very core, that blasted rusted metal parrot was there when I was embarrassed by that unexpected phonecall from vera.

anyone who owned any form of televisor wheter magical or technological, saw every embarrassing detail.

I am pissed at this point as I slowly and methotically walked towards the automaton, leaned forward, and stopped just infront of it's iris eyes.

"Yeah, that's right, I admit it, I'm harboring fugitives, so freaking what!! we aren't part of someone's sick excuse for entertainment and I don't give a crap if I broke whatever counries law these 2 escaped from"

the 2 fugitives widened their eyes in surprise that I was defending them on live television, I'm basically taking responsibility for everything and I mean everything.

"heres my message to all those watching, were not here for your sick amusement, we came here expecting to make something out of ourselves and you just pissed on our dreams by giving us a flawed reward.

Fuck this prize,Fuck the treasure hunt"

I pulled out my gun on impulse and pointed it at the poorly disguised camera.

"AND FUCK YOU!!!" BANG!!

then all you see is static.

-END-
the 3 third and final installment in regas treasure hunt arc. to tell you the truth, treasure hunting is not my forte.

also by the way I have great news, im going to las vegas for Christmas.

that means ill be able to me PK in person. she'll probably be very nice.

i'll send her a note on were we should meet so I can "get her autograph"

now I can focus on my main writing projects.

HOTEL: New York New York
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