Yesterday's Gone: Season One

laughing in the front. Charlie’s mind flashed on the woman who had lured him into the trap.  
    “You believe that shit?” a man said, also from the front.
    Though he was bound, and in the back of a moving van, Charlie felt a strong impulse to squirm, kick, push, anything to break free.
    Not now. Someone else is in the van.
    “Shhh, you’ve been kidnapped,” a voice said.
    Only the voice wasn’t coming from anyone in the van.
    Instead, it was in his head.
    Boricio?
    “The one and only,” the voice responded, “You just sit tight and let these people take you where they’re gonna take you.”
    How are you talking to me?
    “No time for questions, kid. Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. You’re about to meet the most awesome motherfucker you’ve ever laid eyes on.”
    You?
    “Who else, kid? Just close your eyes, go back to sleep, and don’t rock the boat until it’s time for us to mutiny on these motherfuckers.”
    Charlie had never been one to believe in things like fate or things happening for a reason. But there was no mistaking that something was happening here. Something weird, fantastic, and terrifying all at once. He was on the verge of discovering his destiny in a man named Boricio.

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BORICIO WOLFE

     

    Now why can’t he just shut the fuck up? I’ve got Manny, Moe, and Jack to my right and only Moe has to be a fucking hard-on. Can’t wait to shut your yap box, you whiney bitch. Gonna start things off with you, too. Should start with Manny, but fuck if you deserve to live an extra 16 seconds.  
    Boricio had been trying to brew banter with Adam for the better part of 15 minutes and Moe kept butting into the conversation. If Adam were a chick, Moe was a Cock Blocker Extraordinaire. Adam knew something. Something big. Boricio needed to know what it was. That was enough to spare his life, but the kid had been smart enough to tip Boricio with another reason or two.  
    He could get answers out of Adam easy as shit, but only with rhythm, and that wasn’t going to happen with Moe shoving his dick into the conversation every five minutes. Worthless piece of shit hadn't delivered a single fact Boricio could use, except maybe that the Jackson “Dead Guard Walking” fucker is a sadistic asshole, but Boricio didn’t need a back bayou shaman to see that one. At least the other guys were mostly quiet.  
    “Hey, Jack, how’d you get caught?” Boricio asked, hoping if Jack spoke for a little bit, Moe might latch onto him and give Boricio some space to talk with Adam.
    “Was the strangest shit. You’d never believe it if you didn’t have all this other no way, no how to believe already. And it’d be funny even if it wasn’t so goddamn terrifying, or maybe if I heard it from someone else. See, weird thing was, I was wide awake when it happened, least I had been just a ball hair before. I came home late, worked till 1:30 at the Ugly Tuna because Richie always stops showing up for his shifts whenever it’s his first week with some new tail. And he ain’t never gonna get fired because Nate’s been married to his ma for the last two years. Anyways, I was out of there by 10 til, and home by five after. Me and Nadine started fuckin’ straight up at 2:12, because the clock is on her side and we was both facing that way. So I started getting my face on, you know, but right before I popped, I suddenly blacked out, except I wasn’t gone nowhere unconscious. I was still fuckin‘ and feeling and all, but I was sorta suspended with animation, or whatever they call it. Couldn’t move and couldn't see. Time just hung like that for a helluva spell until all of a sudden I was poppin the weasel without a Nadine to catch it. She was totally gone and the clock was blinking 2:16.
    “So you only lasted four minutes?” asked Manny.
    “I told you there was suspended animation.”
    “That’s a crazy story, man,” Boricio said, “You must have been out of your head! What did you do? How long until you found someone else? Where did you go?” Jack was sucking down his own story like a fat kid with cake, so Boricio obliged him with a new handful of questions.  
    “I left the house and saw the town was full of nothing but empty, then came back home for two days not knowing what to do. I finally got into Nadine’s Honda; it had less gas in it, but got way more to the gallon than the Chevy, and I hit the road. I didn’t see no one for a long while until I came on an old church my second day driving.