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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Sellout (05/26/11)

TITLE: Heads, You Lose
By Anita van der Elst


If you weren’t looking for it, the hunting lodge though large, would escape your notice. But Bruno and Rocky Rimonosky knew well the way to “Itchy Fingers” Boshinova’s commodious cabin. The two brothers had served the Bosh as bodyguards from back in the day before he became a multimillionaire and head of the Family. Bruno navigated the gravel driveway wending through the thickly wooded hillside and parked the hummer at the back door.

“Hey, bro. You thirsty?” Rocky headed straight for the luxury log cabin’s well-stocked kitchen fridge. He handed Bruno a beer. “Can’t believe the Bosh has gotta hide out up here in the sticks.”

“Yeah, man. It’s disgusting how that young upstart down in the valley has got him all shaking in his boots.” Bruno raised his hands and shivered mockingly.

“Who does this KD Jesson think he is anyway?” Rocky asked belligerently, flipping his long ponytail back over his shoulder.

Bruno gazed out the window then combed his hand through his own oily black curls. “What I’m more concerned about, little brother, is that Jesson’s gonna take over and where will that leave us?”

Rocky cursed. “Hadn’t thought of that! You’re right. We gotta come up with a plan. If the Bosh goes permanently to ground, there’ll be no coming back. But that don’t mean we gotta go with him,” he said.

Two black heads, one curly and the other longhaired, with hearts to match met over the kitchen table and schemed to insure their future welfare.

That night once snores emanated from the Bosh, as well as the goon stationed at the door, thanks to the drug-laced beer the two brothers had plied him with, Rocky and Bruno crept into the bedroom. In a shaft of moonlight parting not quite drawn drapes, something metallic and murderous glinted in Bruno’s hand. Next to the bed Rocky quietly set a plastic picnic cooler and pulled a similar item from it. A few frenzied minutes later, the duo positioned the cooler in the back seat of their hummer and sped off down into the dark valley.

Not many hours and a few hundred miles later, the Rimonoskys presented themselves at the gated entryway to KD Jesson’s palatial estate.

“We’ve brought Jesson a gift,” Bruno informed the uniformed man on security duty.

“He’ll be relieved to know there’s no longer any resistance to his takeover of the Family,” Rocky leaned over to interject from the passenger seat of the vehicle.

The brothers exchanged smug smiles while the guard circled the car.

“Don’t be alarmed,” Rocky cautioned, as the guard opened the back door. “The gift we brought is in the picnic cooler.”

Holding his gun at the ready, the guard lifted the cooler lid. His eyes widened and his lips curled behind his moustache. He let the lid fall with a thud, turned abruptly and pushed the intercom button next to the gate.

“Mr. Jesson, sir,” he said. “Your attention is needed at the front gate. Your rival seems to have lost his head.”

Flanked by a quartet of henchmen, KD Jesson marched down his driveway. He glanced at the Rimonoskys before peering into the back seat. The security guard, responding to Jesson’s gesture, hauled the cooler out of the vehicle and flipped the lid. Jesson’s face flushed red, then purple, as he bent slightly to look into it. Then with an imperceptible signal from him, the bodyguards had Bruno and Rocky out of the vehicle, facedown on the ground, hands tied behind their backs before either of them knew what was happening.

“Traitors! Sellouts!” Jesson stormed. “You two are the epitome of betrayal! You think I’d spare your lives now after you’ve killed your own boss? I do not reward disloyalty, even when it’s against my enemy.”

Jesson pulled a quarter from his pocket, flipped it and slapped it on his wrist. Without looking at the coin, he rendered his decision.

“Sorry, boys. Heads, you lose,” he said. “It would’ve been more honorable for you to go down with Boshinova, but you certainly will not go up with me!” He gave a few low voiced instructions to his men and turning on his heel, left them to their tasks.

No one knows where the bodies are buried. But this everyone knows, KD Jesson is not an individual to be bargained with. And he will tell you that only an unprincipled man will think it noble to sacrifice a relationship in order to climb ranks elsewhere.

(Author influenced by 2 Samuel 4:1-12)

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Robyn Burke06/02/11
Clever re-telling of this old Testament tale. (KD Jesson= King David, Jessie's son?) I read 2 Samuel after this to compare notes.
Great descriptions, although I had to re-read the line about the men's black (long and curly) hearts. ;)
Bonnie Bowden 06/05/11
Great rewrite of the Bible story. It is true there is no honor among thieves.
Noel Mitaxa 06/06/11
Energetic and incisive updating of this gruesome story. Great job.