Garrett Duke

"The Good Stuff" - by Kenny Chesney

I went out Last Night - Kenny Chesney

LOL Redneck Girl...I haven't seen t hat episode in a long time, but now that you said that, I think I remember him saying that! Poor ol' Boss couldn't lie to save his own life if need be in that episode.

How do you like me now?! - Toby Keith

Garrett was shot in the chest, though that don't nesseccarily mean he's beyond repair at this moment. . .

I agree...I don't think the characters neccesarily have to be killed off from where we are at now. Both characters seem to have suffered great injuries and may be facing death, but as of now, they are still alive and perhaps could be helped. Though I don't think the story is worth killing off any of our characters for either. So I guess it all depends. Anyway, whatever you decide to do, Brian, with the story, I will respect and understand why you did it. As for my part, I apologize if I took the story away from where it was intended to go or led it to this directions. I had allowed Garrett (my muse) do the writing and perhaps should have restrained him more than I already did. Though despite his critical condition in the story, Garrett (my muse) seems a little more motivated to write my own stories than before. Anyway, I'm sorry.

(Sorry to run off on y'all, but I'm going to have to leave so I can get to bed. Will be on after work tomorrow sometime.)

*Fading in and out of conscienceness to send confusion at the sight of allt he people arond. The thought of death strikes once more as I attempt to concentrate on the painful breathing.*

Chet...forget about me *I gasp in pain and short of breath as lain on sidewalk* protect yourself. *Closes eyes as the pain turns to an odd numbness and everything seems to spin around me.*

(I edited...I was writing it out before you posted yours and saw it after I posted mine. I edited my post.)

*Cries out in pain and fear as the bullet lands in upper chest and blood instantly begins to stain my white shirt. Angrily I look at Brian and then up at Chet.*

*Steps back in surprise and in pain from slap to stare at Brian. Anger radiates deeply within and I breathe in heavily in order to control my anger* Guess I should have figured you weren't man enough to take my surrender with much grace. Perhaps it'd been best if I just kept doin' what I was doin'. *Looks at car and then at gun, thinking of his chances of escape would be.* Why would I want to go for a ride in this beat up car of your's anyway? Especailly after what you just done to me. Perhaps if you asked nicely I'd be glad to. But you didn't. . .

*Shakes head and looks around to find Chet down the street and the hurt look in eyes stops me momentarily before looking back at Brian* Only the words that need to be said is all.

*After watching the car with the two men in it from a distance, I get off my motorcycle and throw out lit cigarette to confidently approach the car. Getting to the car, put hands up in surrender* Well Brian, Alex *nods at them through window* You want me. Here I am. But before you begin, hear me out. When Chet took your title or whenever this all started, I had no intention of ever being a part of it, with him or with you. But then I overheard you talking of me being afraid. *Shakes head* Call it ego, call it pride, call it whatever you want to call it, I had to prove myself to you and to everyone else. I wasn't about to just sit around and allow you to say I'm afraid of you...and as I said earlier, maybe I should be, but I'm not. That don't matter right now. Well by hearing you out and your little bad jokes about me, I didn't prove nothing which means all this has been for nothing; other than to get you upset and me on your list. Though it does make me feel pretty special to get top rating on that there list of your's Brian. It does. But this so called title that you are after, of which Chet has, means very little to me. I don't care if you have it Brian or Chet has it or Alex has it or anyone else in this town. Point being is that I don't want the title nor do I care who has it. This battle here is between you and Chet, not me. *Pauses to light another cigarette* Truth be known, Chet kinda left me high and dry here with these new turn of events. Doesn't make me all that happy nor does it matter any I guess. I'm better off by myself anyway. *Shrugs* Whatever. Anyway, here I am to surrender to you or this little fight or arguement between us, whatever you wanna call it. *Takes a deep inhale of smoke and blows it over shoulder* I know this will probably only accredit your theory or mockery of me not being man enough or brave enough or bad enough, however you want to put it, I guess you can believe I'm out selling Girl Scout cookies if you want to waste your time thinkin' that. I know who I am and what I am capable of doing, enough to know just how wrong you are in that. Also know when it's my fight to fight or not to fight and since Chet don't seem to be of need of my help, it's obvious is not my fight to fight. So here I am *Hands up in surrender* to surrender to you and to Alex. Just for you to know, this here is the closest you'll come to my apology for I know when I'm wrong and overstepped my boundaries. You can take it or leave it.