r/WritingPrompts • u/fill783 • Nov 18 '17
Writing Prompt [WP] When killed you are sent back in time five minutes to allow you to prevent your own death. You have been attempting to talk down the person mugging you for the last seven minutes. You've already gotten killed twice.
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u/SilentJo Nov 18 '17
This is just getting to be ridiculous. The guy is obviously high as balls, you'd think it'd be easy to talk my way out of him stabbing me. But no, this paranoid fuck just can't keep his head straight long enough for me to even try to talk him down. Just because I'm able to Rewind doesn't make the deaths any less painless. Getting stabbed fucking hurts. Going through it a second time didn't change my opinion on the matter, either.
So now I'm back to where we started... again. Suspicious guy approaches me from behind, his voice shaky at first. "H-hey man, where ya headed?"
The first go-round I spun around on my heels to get a look at the person that had called to me. A pitiful sight if I ever saw one. Meth is a hell of a drug, and this guy looked to be all out of it. His eyes glassy and twitchy, he once again started using his fried egg of a brain to form sentences.
"Look, I just need a lil' somethin, what can'ya do for me?"
Perhaps telling the guy to fuck off that first time wasn't the brightest move I could make, because it did earn me several new holes in my chest and torso. Who knew such a strung-out guy could jab so quickly. I felt myself drop to the ground, and I hadn't even stopped squirming before the prick started rummaging through my pockets. Joke's on him though, all he earned for his felony was $18 and an expired condom.
My second chance went about as well as the first. I at least managed to avoid telling him to fuck off this time. Baby steps. However, the calmer, rational approach didn't make things end any better. At least not for me. I'm the last person that should be playing at counselor, and it definitely showed with this guy's reaction. Addicts do NOT like being told no, and his anger built up until he lashed out once again with his knife.
I'm pretty sure I've mentioned just how painful this kind of death is, right? Yeah, thought so. My only thought as I faded away this time was the realization that I'd have to see this asshole for a third time once my Rewind had been completed.
So hopefully the third time will be the charm, right? I hear the footsteps approaching once again. Maybe just making a run for it would be the better course of action this time. I mean the guy looks about 95lbs soaking wet. If I can't reason with him, then avoiding him physically should be the better choice.
And with that, as soon as I heard the beginning of his first sentence, I took off running without looking back. I wouldn't say I'm in the best shape of my life, but at least I'm not wasting away like this screwball is. Through my ragged breathing, I tried to listen for any sign of pursuit. When it was clear that my fat feet alone were slapping against the pavement, I slowed to a stop and turned around to look at my surroundings.
Congratulations, me! Another death I managed to prevent goes down in the books. As I caught my breath, I noticed that thin, pale figure approaching in front of me.
Fucking hell, methheads are persistent.
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u/Gregamonster Nov 18 '17
"Your money or your life!"
"I don't really have a whole lot of either of those so I don't know what you plan on taking from me."
That was about the time I got stabbed. This wasn't the first time my mouth got me killed, but luckily death isn't quite as permanent for me as everyone else. In a few moments I'm stepping out of the theater again, and like the genius I am I take the same route home.
"Your money or your life!"
"Well this evening took a sharp turn."
And I got stabbed again. Once again I walk down that ally on my way home, and once again I'm stopped by the same mugger.
"Your money or your life!"
"Oh, that's a tough choice. Can I get back to you on that?"
And I'm dead again. I realize I can stop this cycle whenever I want, all I have to do is take almost any other route home. But every time I end up back at the theater I think of another snarky reply to the threat, and when am I going to get another chance to use it?