One Hard Bastard

Nightmare Jones < A Private Eye Not Afraid To Die >

My fist busted a face. This face deserved it. It belonged to a dumb,dirty,crook. A gun was pulled but not fast enough. The gun was taken and a punch was given. Laying on the floor the crook held his broken nose. Yes brass knuckles do work.

Trouble In The Trees

A Nightmare Jones Story

A man walked out of the woods. I was walking on a trail on the side of the road. He said,"Give me your money!" I said,"Go back where you came from or I'll bust your ass." He ran back in. And stepped in a bear trap. Ouch.

The maniac that put it there came up and shot him. Then came for me. His insane eyes glaring at me he came closer. Before he could shoot and I could pull my gun, he stepped on a rattlesnake. Jumped,stumbled,in the road and got hit by a car. He died.

Jones On The Border ----- A Nightmare Jones Story

I walked up the dark street. A punk stepped up pulled a knife said,"give me your money!" I said,I don't have any. But I've got a pocket full of death. Do you want some of that? He took a step back and I pulled my gun and unloaded it in him. Mexican assassins were making a mess around here. Not for long.

Don't Cross Here

If you cross me I'll kick your ass. I won't think twice about it that's a guarantee. What I didn't tell him was that I'd kill him. My name's Nick Burden. He didn't listen,thought he was slick,thought he'd get away with it. Bill tried to takeover my business and leave me out in the cold. So I cut him,good. We won't mention what my business is. Now he's being eaten by my pet lizards. And after they're through with him,I'll give his bones to my dogs.

My Hood ----- A Nightmare Jones Story

The rapper thought he was tough. He pointed a Glock at me. But he made a big mistake. He got too close. I took the gun away from him after breaking his arm. Now he wasn't so tough. In fact he was crying. If he moves he'll be dying.

Ending Up Dead

I looked down the long not well-lighted street. Did I want to go down there? That way? They may be hiding anywhere. Could jump out and attack from many places. Of course they'd end up dead if they did that. Who is after me? Many different crooks. I hear someone behind me. I shoot holes through a dirty punk. Another one down.

The Wrong Place

I hit him in the head with my stick. He goes,night,night. Sleepyby. I take a look around. What a dump. It's my place. The punk tried to break in. Big mistake. His last.

Just A Nice Little Tale

They called him Jimmy The Sheet. No one knew why. He was part of the neighborhood. Had always been there. On his way home one night Jimmy met a punk on the street.

The punk pulled a gun and hit Jimmy with it. He fell to the street and lay there. When the punk bent over him Jimmy's knife went into his heart. He dragged the punk's body up to his room. Threw him in a bed with three other bodies in it. He pulled the sheet over his head.

The Dick Kicks Ass --- A Nightmare Jones Private Dick Story

That night I walked the streets. Shots were fired up ahead of me. I pulled my gun and saw a man run up the street. He saw me and pulled his trigger. He missed,I didn't. I stood over the body of the hitman as his blood ran into the gutter. His victim lay dead in the doorway of his business. It seems the union boss ordered the hit. I'll take him down one day. If he gets in my way. I put my gun away and walk.

Killer Woods ------ A Michael Davis PI Story

I walked up the hill,dogs barking in the night. Heard a noise pulled my gun and ducked behind a tree. The crazy fucker ran by me and jumped over a bush. He must have landed in dogshit cause he got up quick and ran towards me. I shot him eight times. That's what he gets for stealing my lunch and killing ten people.

The Reaper Came ------ A Michael Davis PI Story

The house stood all by itself on the end of the street. Many large trees stood in the darkness of the yard. A black-garbed figure crept closer to the porch. Something was in his hand. I watched from my heap carefully hidden. This was getting interesting. It seemed someone was about to die. It wouldn't be me. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I slipped out of my car yelled at the goon raised my gun. Light went on in the house. He glanced at me. Ran. Seconds later he screamed. I looked down into the hole he fell into. He must have broke his neck. That and he fell on his knife. Trying to kill his mother-in-law had gotten him killed.

That Night ----- A Michael Davis PI Story

It was a dark and stormy night. Well it was. And yesterday wasn't much brighter either. I'm Michael Davis,Private Investigator. I was pulling up in front of Jill's house . She's a sweet girl I know. I heard a loud noise. Coming from her house. I saw a large man walk by the window. He was in the house. I almost ripped my car door off getting out! I flew up the stairs and tried the door. Locked. I knocked. Ran around the side. Went in a window my gun was in my hand. I saw Jill she was tied up on the living room floor. She wasn't wearing any clothes. In a rage I stormed into the room. Ready to kill a small army. Only one man turned to face me. A sick grin was on his face. Then the face shattered and the blood flowed. His gun fired into the floor. He couldn't raise his hand in time. I put two more bullets into his chest,as I kicked the gun out of his hand. Jill kissed me as her tears fell. I thanked God I got there in time.

One Mistake Away From Death

The gunfire started at night. I ended it at dawn. The cops wouldn't come down here. The crooks came starting trouble again. I told them they were,one mistake away from death. They didn't listen. I had to gun 'em all. 10 men dead. But at least now it was quiet.

Games In The Dark

It didn't take long to die on this street. The killers were everywhere. But you couldn't see them. It was a dark world. Why all this killing? Because the people tolerate it. If you reward bad behavior you get more of it. Criminals must be punished or at least stopped. We need good judges. Not weak ones. I thought about all this as I walked along. Enough for one night. I went home. Let them follow.

Red Night

The blood-soaked sheets were in the center of the room on the floor. The knife was in the girl's heart. My guns were in my hands firing round after round into the killer. He fucked her hard and stabbed her. Then he laughed in my face. Now they'd be scooping him up into little plastic bags.

Overwhelming Force

I pulled out my rod and ran into the street. If you've got the guts and the skill,there's nothing you can't do. Confidence and belief in yourself are the keys. Like the Samurai of feudal Japan who considered themselves already dead,so they could go into battle with no fear. You must accept your own death. Because it may happen at any time. They weren't prepared for that. One dived behind a car. The other punk looked me in the eye dropped his gun and ran. I shot him in the ass. Then ducked down and fired under the car and got the other one in the leg. Next time they'll stay off my lawn.

Shadow Night

I walked the dark street. When there was some light I kept to the shadows. I bet the Grim Reaper liked this street. Death was at home,here. Darkness haunted this place at all times. Day and night. "If I didn't work for them I wouldn't be here,but it's what I do." I said,to a shadow. Then the shadow moved. And so did my guns. The shadow was still. Now and forever.