Rick pulled on some fresh underware, white socks with blue stripes at the top, some red sweatpants, and a black shirt with a golden dragon on it. He walked out of his room, down the hall, and into his empty, parents' room. He walked over to the closet, slid the door open, and looked down at the floor to the tan, fire-proff chest their on the floor. He kneeled down and looked at the chest a bit closer. Yep, it was the same one as before. I guess they got tired of changing it, Rick thought as he twisted the dial right 45, left 32, right 27 and opened it up.
Rick pulled out his dad's 45mm Klobb, and shut the chest back. He walked to the living room and grabbed up his jacket which was laying across the back of the couch. He wrapped the gun in the jacket, and carried his jacket under his arm as he left the house. He didn't care that he'd forgotten to stuff his boxers with socks or something. The way he'd planned it, only Jim would be the one to see him.
Rick waited for Jim to return home, and slowly pulled his vehicle from around the corner as Jim was walking up to his front door. Rick hit the accelorator, and his car revved up, grabbing Jim's attention. Jim saw Rick in the driver's seat and began running up the sidewalk to his house. Of course, Rick had expected that, and had already veared up the grass. Jim tried to jump out of the way, but the car grazed him, sendign him flipping in the air until eventually he landed hard, smacking his head on the sidewalk. He was so lucky he wasn't dead, and, in a way, so was Rick. Rick had tried to stop in time, but his car was now partially inside of Jim's living room.
Rick slowly got out of his car, and had to exit Jim's house through the front door. He walked over to Jim, and checked him for major wounds. Maybe a busted rib or two. Definately a bad knock on the head that would need a trip to the hospital and some stiches. His right leg had seen better days, but it didn't actually look broken.
When Jim became aware again, after a few minutes, there was a gun pointed at his face. Behind it was Rick, looking extremely pissed. They were up in Jim's room, just as Rick had planned. It hadn't been quite long enough for the cops to show up, and he would make sure that Jim would drop all charges. Jim blinked.
"Now," Rick said, "you are going to undo what you've done to me, or they're gonna find quite a few bullets in your beaten and mutilated body. You got me trans-gendered. You got be humiliated. and you got me way pissed. You're either gonna undo it or be dead. Understand!?
Sat Oct 27 23:38:16 2001