Pulp Rehashed
Fucking too easy to write if you want to nowadays, any fucker with a keyboard and a computer with a word processor, and I guess some kind of monitor…
Anyway, this is pulp, fucking, pure pulp.  Like I squeezed everything of value out so I can appreciate it sober…  you know, editing, brevity, lucidity…  That shit we can leave for when we can appreciate it.
Right now, some pulp.  Okay, so we need a hero.  The best part is coming up with a hero.  Okay, how about…  Percy.  Percy the pulp hero Pizzarro.
No, no, Pizzazzo.
Percival Pizzazzo, yeah… that’s good.
“My name is Percival,” he says licking the blood off his revolver.  “And I kill for fun.”
The other patrons were astonished.  To say the least.  Five minutes before:
Two ruffians were hassling a waitress.
“Hey pretty lady,” one says, “yeah you with the luscious breasts.”
“And nice ass,” says the other.
“Who me?” she responds.  “Thanks guys, but an ‘excuse me miss,’ works just fine.”
“How about excuse me…”
One gets up, and puts a finger to her barely containing button of her well clinging white blouse.
“Miss a spot?”  He barely touches it, and it pops open.  Lush flesh erupts through the opening.
“Quit it!”
The two men were escorted out.  On their way, held by the collar by the manager, a big burly guy named Gus…  On their way they bump into two men in black suits with red ties.  Their faces were bruised, and one was holding his side.  His face told of what was there.  In his side, burning his flesh.  Outside a voice called.
“Hey, come out of there so we can continue the fun.”
He came in, brandishing his gun.  “These fine patrons never agreed to play your game.  But I want to play.”
He walked calmly, the two men were trying to be calm.  They had sunglasses, but one guy’s fell off, and bended down to get them.  Looked up at the man before him.
“My name is Percival Pizzazzo…”  The one without his sunglasses hit him with a quick upper-cut, the other merely clutched his side.  The one without sunglasses reached for a fork, tried to go after him.  He pulled him in close, and shot five shots quickly into him while they embraced.
The one with sunglasses still on, but the pain clear on his face, took the sunglasses off.  The pain was even more clear.
“Please, I want to go.”
“Go where?” asked Percy.
“Anywhere.”
“Anywhere in particular?” asked Percival, he put his gun in his holster.  Goes to pick him up.
“Anywhere.”
“Jail?”
“Yes, anywhere.”
He pulls him up, the man reaches for Percival’s gun.  But his hand gets caught in a metal trap, with bear-trap-like teeth.  It seared his flesh, but he just looked astonished.  Percival just smiles as his other hand shoots him in side.  Once.
“I was hoping you’d do that.”
Then two more times.  He fell to the side, next to his sunglasses.
“As I was saying…”
“My name is Percival,” he says licking the blood off his revolver.  “And I kill for fun.”
Then he was gone, the patrons talked to the cops.
“You say, he said, ‘I kill for fun?’,” asked Sr. Detective Wizkazkow.  The patron nodded.
Detective Shim says “what do you make of it?”
“Maybe nothing…”  said Wiz, “maybe everything.”
“How do you mean?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“How will you know, when you know?”
Wizkazkow just looks at Shim.  That’s right, he just looks at him.
CHAPTER 2
Wizkazkow looks to Gus.
“So who was here during the incident?”
Gus: “well there were the few patrons, myself, the bus boys, Lucy—the waitress—she already left…
“What do you mean she already left?”
“I think he means she’s not here with the…”  Wizkazkow looks at Shim, who kinda trails off, “the… others… here that we’re uh talking to…”  Wizkazkow takes off his hat and hits Shim on the head with it.
Gus: “yeah, well, she took off after the guy who shot up the other two.”
“Yeah, the two mysterious guys in sunglasses…  Who mysteriously vanished.”
Gus: “like I said, there was no magic to it, a few moments after Percival left and the waitress went after him—”
Wizkazkow: “the waitress went after him?  did she know him?”
Gus shrugged.  Shim offers: “well, maybe she goes for that gungho type.  Awfly romantic type figure them psychopaths sometimes.”  Wizkazkow looks, but diverts his attention after giving up on his junior partner.
Gus: “—anyways, a few moments later a big black escalade drives up, real fast, out jump two guys in sunglasses, same suits and everything, and they just carry the bodies out.  Nobody was brave enough to say shit and they took them out, and they didn’t look like they were about to take any shit neither.”
CHAPTER 3
Lucy moves about in the motel bed’s sheets.  Her nascent flesh is of a girl not yet nineteen, though she has the body and the face of a woman full grown.  She glows a bit, maybe its just the midmorning light.
Sitting, smoking a cigarette and listening to his cellphone messages is Percy.  He has his gun on the desk.  It glistens beautifully.  But maybe that’s also the light.
His cellphone tells him bad news.  He gets his gun and goes outside.  Sure enough, there’s an old stationwagon with two sleazy looking guys in it.
“What the fuck do you want?” asks Percival.
“We know where you can get number 2.”
“Where?” asks Percival.
“What do we get out of it?”
“The death of your boss’s competition.  And be sure to tell him he’s to watch himself, you deal with me, you don’t screw me, and you’ll live.”
“Right, whatever, we’re respectable drug dealers, we don’t kill nobody…”
“Yeah, just leave that to me,” he says sardonically, looking up at the sun, he scratches his unshaven bristles.  “Where?”
“Alright, alright, here, everything’s on this CD.”  He hands him an unlabeled CD.  Percival leans into his car window.
“By the way, you’ve been followed,” says Percy.  They look in their rear, they see a black escalade, they speed off.  The escalade follows.  Percy watches the escalade, walks into the street, then shoots the back two tires, the car spins out of control.  It runs into a tree.  Percy runs to the car.
He opens the car door, the guy inside is scared looking and unarmed.  Percy hesitates and the guys in the back of the car appear with guns, they shoot.   Percy gets out of the car, stray bullets kill the driver.  Percy then tosses a small grenade-looking object into the car, from a safe-ish distance.  It explodes on impact.  Percy walks back to the motel.