Of Mice And Male Continuation Chapter
The wind was whistling as the sun had actually vanished behind the noble mountains leaving a dark environment of death in the cold, lonely, air. The distressing burial of the by-gone Lennie left a dull fog of anxiety that leaked through the cattle ranch leaving depressing and unanswered questions. The configuration of the looming trees ganged upon George leaving him feeling regret ridden. He sat with his hands firmly clenched around his knees as if he was attempting to get onto what hope he had left. He quickly rocked up and down replaying in his mind pulling the vicious trigger that killed his finest and only friend, who was now no more.
The dense ball of feeling that was George started to breathe deeply. He clenched his fists and highly exclaimed himself. “You crazy bastard, I always stated without you I might do whatever the hell I desired, take my fifty dollars at the end of month and spent the whole damn night in a cat home for all I cared! Though I understand you didn’t do it out of meanness, I needed to shoot you, I could not let them harm you, I didn’t desire too,” George stood nobly and stated strongly, “I’ll get that weak bastard, Curley, for you. I’ll get him Lennie.” With that he with dignity left Lennies tomb in peace.
He returned to the calm, cold cattle ranch and quietly got in the workers bunkhouse. The men all lay in a deep rest from the tough days work. George muffled his damp bunk and gazed at Lennies old, deckendant bunk. George was angry, he believed that Curley had beat his intelligence and won. He turned to the white-washed wall on his bunk and his mind began to predict memories of the times him and Lennie had actually shared in the past. A tear trickled down his cheek as the image of Lennie face after he had dropped to the floor was replaying over and over once again in his mind.
He tossed and turned annoyingly on his bunk going through all the choices he had and how he pertained to the dyer end that it did. The distressed George stood quickly and grabbed viciously the lugar that he had actually hidden inside his coat when he initially came back to the ranch. He started to breathe greatly and he threw the gun down on to his bunk. He began to rate up and down with his eyes fixated on the innocent lugar that lay on his bunk. He tried desperaltly to create a prepare for vengeance. He stood still for a number of minutes… uddenly he grabbed the weapon off his bunk and fleeted out of the bunkhouse with his fiery eyes looking towards Curleys home. He gradually approached his enemies’ front door. The only noise around was the leaves crunching beneath his strong steps. He could hear muffled sounds originating from the un-lit home. He violently banged on the old wood door. The noises stopped. All of it went peaceful. Curley unlocked slowly, using just a pair of unzipped trousers, unaware of who was there. “What do ya desire?” Curley questioned with a puzzled appearance.
George took one look at him with disgust and threw his palms around Curley’s throat forcing him back into his home. “What do ya believe your doing’?” Curley screamed. “I killed my buddy because of your conceit, now I’ve come for you!” George then strongly pressed Curley into the wooden chair that was in front of the lit fire. He slowly pulled out the Lugar of death with evil eyes and watched Curley squirm, when unexpectedly a young girl faced the space from Curley’s bedroom, without believing, George pulled the trigger as soon as again and she was up to the flooring with a loud cry. ‘No!!!” Curley shrieked. “What we’re ya’ doin ‘with her? “, George questioned as he gradually intended the gun at Curley. Curley beinged in the wooden chair frozen like ice, “Lennie was only terrified, kinda know how that feels now do not ya’?” George got closer to Curley still pointing the lugar sharply at him. “He eliminated my spouse, it was my duty to go out there and hunt him down. Ya’ ought to of let me get that kid of a bitch!” Curley aggressively said. “NO! I killed my friend to save him from the vulture that you are, you could not give a hoot in hell about ya’ better half!’ George said as he backed towards the door still seeing Curley squirm. He turned his back and put his door on the handle; he stopped briefly for 2nd …… and locked the door. He reversed around to Curley’s look of relief which changed very quickly. “ASSISTANCE! ASSISTANCE!” He’s gone mad!!” Curley shouted. George started to walk towards the chair again. He moved the gun up and down the target which was Curley’s body, Curley’s eyes were glued to the end of the weapon, his hands were shaking and he began to sweat. Without cautioning there was a substantial bang at the door like a bull increasingly ramming into a brick wall. ‘Curley, what’s all the screaming ‘about? Open this god damn door now!” It was Carlson. “Help me, this god damn child of a bitch has lost it!” Curley shouted. There was another attempt at the door, the banging got louder. George dropped his arm to his side. He looked at the dead woman on the floor. Curley stopped screaming for help. A lethal silence fell throughout the room. The stress was installing. Carlson was screaming and banging louder. George took a look at the lugar he kept in his hand and took one last look at Curley. He raised his arm, targeted the weapon on his left temple and for one last time, pulled the trigger.