Suicide Rap(open)

[Johnny B. Goode]

He had first approached the leader of this little excursion in the middle of the night in some bar in Cairo. He offered good money and the promise of not getting in the way. It wasn't understood exactly why he wanted to join them, but it was understood that if he just wanted a passage across the desert he would be some time getting there because this was not a tourist route and Frankie liked to take his sweet time in the desert, it calmed his mind. The only reason he took this job was because of the money and if this guy had the kind of money he was flashing on him then one could just imagine what was in his luggage and personal effects. Frankie thought he would just rob him, maybe kill him if he put up a fight, and leave him in the desert. If someone is fool enough to pay the full sum of the expenses of the trip right up deserves to be left in the desert to rot.

The first time that Frankie saw the stranger, who only gave his name as John Goode but that was obviously a fake, during the day Frankie almost had a heart attack. "John" moved with the stealthiness of a cat and he was completely covered from head to toe. A big floppy hat with large sunglasses, a black and white checkered scarf wrapped around his neck and most of the lower part of his face, a long-sleeved hot pink shirt with a leather jacket over it that looked like it had seen many many years and even more crashes. His pants were immaculately white and his shoes were purple Converse with yellow duct tape.

After a while Frankie got used to the strange dressings of the man during the day, and the weird fact that he seemed to be satisfied with only a light t-shirt and jeans (not even shoes!) during the night when the temperature was much colder. The thing that kept tugging at Frankie's subconscious: he was always wearing something different but he hadn't brought any luggage with him.

By the third night of the expedition Frankie started to notice that his passenger was looking a little sick. He had a high red color in his cheeks (where there normally wasn't any color at all) and his good eye, which was usually bright with life and excitement, was dull and listless. He moved with a kind of lifelessness that was unbecoming to a man who usually carried himself in such a way that demanded respect and maybe fear of everyone around him. On the fifth night, long after Frankie had originally planned to kill him, he found himself looking after the man instead. John was in bad shape, he had a fever and though he didn't say anything he could tell that John's stomach was killing him. During the day Frankie knew that John shouldn't be moved and he didn't know what else to say and he thought that maybe it would do some good to get some color in the sick man's cheeks and let him out in the sun for a bit, but when he proposed the idea to John he flew into a delusional rage. Frankie didn't know what hit him as Johnny's canine teeth sank into his throat.

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[Susannah Fabrae]

[ooc: Ok so I agreed with Johnny here that i'll post here. So noone steal it xD Will post tomorrow soooo tired!]