Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25319269-20150719094034

22b with a dint 20 grand. Guess thats not too bad. I can fix it. It's really called a Subaru Impreza WRX STI Version 5. Long I know. But it is one of the defining rally cars of the 90's. Quite rare and a collectors item. So why was it so cheap? Even with the dint. The guy who was selling it lives in Sydney. 9 hour drive. I got used to long drives with my old man. We kept getting reasons to go on long trips. Just before I left I watched the news for a bit. "Man gone missing with his car. Sydney area." Of course something shit happened in Sydney. I just hit the outskirts of Sydney, an exciting feeling gushed through my stomach. That giddy feeling you got as a kid around christmas. After navigating the traffic of the main city, navigating being the polite excuse, I arrived at the seller's house. He was very wealthy, I walked past his Audi R8 getting to the front door. I knocked on the door loudly without a care in the world. "Hello?" I heard a young couple talk to eachother as pressumably the husband made it towards the door. It swung open revealing the cheery seller. "Hey! How's it goin? Your here for the Subaru right?" He exclaimed. I extended my hand to shake his and he quickly grabbed mine and shook with an unpleasant amount of force. I was a big guy but it made me a bit nervous as he took dominance in the handshake. I forced a smile and replied with a shaky "Yeah that's me." I realised how awkward I sounded but he didn't seem to mind. He said that it was in the garage and that he would open the garage for me to personally inspect it. He made his way back into the house but as the door closed I caught a glance of his wife. She glared at me with a unnerving look. The door closed and I shook a bit. The garage started to open with the sounds of metal scraping and electronics winding. There it was. The car I came for. It was half painted, the rest was undercoat. The dint was in the hood, I didn't want to stay here long so I didn't question it. The guy was quite silent as I inspected it. After I checked it over I grabbed the 20 grand out of my pocket and handed it to him so he could count the notes. "So uh. Why is it so Ch-" I was about to say cheap, shit why did I say that! He could raise the price. He stopped counting the money for a second to reply "Dude look at the car I drive. An Audi R8, this wasn't even mine till a week ago." I widened my eyes with curiosity, but I chose to say quiet. He finished counting his money and we agreed upon the sale as I drove it out and up on the car trailer, we then said our farewells and I was on my way. I went to adjust my side mirror and I saw the guy run into the house and slam the door. What the fuck was his problem? Who cares, I got a 22b. I felt better than anyone else like the cunt I am. Hours later I finally got home. The dogs greeted me with playful barks. I stood up on the car trailer to marvel at my car. "Hang on." I thought. The rear end of the car was down a bit. I thought the suspension was depressurized but I gave it a bounce and it did bounce. There was something in the boot. How could I forget to check inside the boot before I bought it? I was too busy thinking about the actual car at the time. So I popped the boot, a horrible smell. I lifted up the boot and I saw a plastic bag. "Bastard left his garbage in the fucking thing!" I yelled to no one in paticular. I went to pick it up but my hand brushed against the surface and I felt something warm and soft. Like flesh! I jumped and fell onto the stones behind me. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Thoughts of the news about the missing man and car popped into my head. Jesus fucking christ. I caught my breath again. I went back to look at the bag. I wanted to get it out of the car and call the police. A mistake... big one. As soon as I tried hauling the bag out of the trunk I was blinded by a car passing by. I covered my eyes as the car came to a stop, I dropped the bag quickly and squinted to try make out the people who were looking at me. The figures then demanded that I "freeze", I jumped down of the trailer and before I could say a world they shot me in the leg. I fell to the ground screaming as one of the police rolled me onto my stomach and pinned me down. The other went to the trunk of the car and saw the bag with the body. I blacked out. I woke up hazy. My vision cleared up. I was in prison. I heard the police sergant describe me, "Sick fuck stole the car and hid the body in the trunk... travelled so far... we caught him.' 