Mr. & Mrs. Smith
by mysticalraven55 | Score: 2000
Mr. Smith woke up with a start. He wasn't used to this - the hard, rough ground, the heat. Then it hit him - he wasn't at home. Where was he?
He looked around. His shirt was in tatters, his pants has disappeared and his baby blue boxers were out for the world to see. Was this... perhaps, a night of passionate love-making? He remembered glimpses of a night and it most definitely included a tall woman in a red dress. Victoria? Viria? He couldn't recall her name. Had they... no, wait, no. A headache threatened to split his brain apart. He grabbed his temples and a sudden set of memories flooded back: he was against a wall, a red heel of his chest, red lips next to his ears, whispering, "I will end you for this", a man in a motorcycle, a gun?!
What even had happened that night? How had the boring, old history teacher gotten involved in gang violence? And how had he ended up in a fucking cave of all places?