Dinosaurs Say Rawr, Idiots Say Things They Regret, Criminals Say Things They Have To 3/?

     Pete just blinked at what lay before him.  It was like some delusive vision from one of those nightmares that had plagued Pete as a child.

 "Man, I'm glad you didn't call 9-1-1, cops would have been all over the place, sniffing around," Travis said in the least comforting way. Peter just blinked again.

  "Well, I gotta go. See you around. And, my advice is to get rid of the body. no one will miss him, so you should be good." Travis said.

Body, oh God...

 Pete didn't know what to even think. Red wasn't any help, he just stared blankly at the ceiling.

 .  Pete shook his head and settled for throwing a dirty sheet over the mass of flesh on the bedroom floor. 

 William and Ryan had already left to work the corner a few hours ago, so it was just Peter and a cadaver in the old, decaying house.

 He stumbled down the stairs and into the tiny, grungy kitchen. There was a small table with one chair that was usually reserved for Red. Resisting the impulse to shrug, Peter collapsed into the hard, wooden chair. He laid his throbbing head onto the table, finding relief in the grainy wood against his cheek. Something was normal and stable.

Peter blinked a lot of times before William came through the door, counting crisp dollar bills in his hand.

 "Pete? You didn't work tonight? Red's gonna kill you!"

He swallowed his laugh down, hard. .

 "Go into Red's bedroom," Peter replied. William's face fell, usually what Red wanted him in his bedroom for sucked. Literally. William groaned, but went up the creaky stairs.

 About forty-five seconds later Pete heard William's scream of terror and shock. He smiled, but then shook his head. God, he was really losing it.

 "Pete! You kill-you killed Red?" Were William's first words when he walked into the kitchen, hand in his hair. I

 "No."

 "Well, then what the fuck happened Pete?!"

 "He OD'ed, I'm guessing...I don't know, but I think we need to get rid of the body." Pete said.

 "Okay, okay. Where?"

 "I don't know! The dumpster?" Pete asked.

 "The dumpster?!"

 "Can you think of any place better?" 

 "You know, Red's even heavier than he looks," William panted.

 "Well, maybe we just need some help..."

 "Yeah, all we've got is another whore, Ryan, who weighs about eighty pounds and maybe the drug dealer down the street who would do it for ten bucks."

 "Okay, so maybe we need, like um, a, shopping cart?"

 "A shopping cart?"

 "Yeah, like the one the old homeless guy has down there." Pete pointed out the window to an dirty elderly man in the alleyway.
 
 "You'll think he'll give us his shopping cart?"

 "Doubt it."

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 "I cannot believe you just beat up an old guy for a shopping cart to haul our dead boss's body to the dumpster," William told Pete, who looked quite proud of himself for winning the shopping cart.

 "Yeah, we're in some pretty deep shit."

 Getting Red's body into the shopping cart was, to say the least, hard work. After one particular squelching sound, William threw up a little bit in his mouth.

 "Ugh, what was that?"

 "Probably his pancreas. Or liver," Pete said, with a small grimace.

 Rolling the cart down the stairs was even harder. Pete had to stand in front of the cart, making sure it didn't fall on top of him, and William steered the handel so that it would stay level.

 "Finally!" They rejoiced once they reached the bottom of the stairs.

 "Now we just have to get him down the street to the nearest dumpster." William groaned, and Pete followed suit.

 It was easy enough to push the (giant) shopping cart down the brick sidewalk. But neither of them had the strength to get Red's body into the dumpster.

 "Aha!" William cried, pulling out a switchblade he always kept in his sock.

 "What are you going to do with that?"

William didn't reply, just raised it above his head. Pete took a few steps backwards. But instead of piercing Pete's tanned flesh, he stabbed Red's dead stomach. William did this a few more times and put his knife back into his sock.

 "Now they'll just think he was stabbed. The police won't care enough to figure out why he died."

 "Wow, and I thought I was the genius here."

 Will and Pete, with arms wrapped around each other, collapsed into their recently, deceased boss's bed. William smiled a little at Pete, and Pete felt his heart speed up a little. 

 "Hey guys, where's Red?" Ryan asked them, walking into the bedroom.

 Pete and Will were verging on hysteria when the laughing stopped.

 "What's so funny?" Ryan questioned, obviously confused.

 "Oh, nothing...but you probably won't be seeing Red for a while."

xalright.....i want to thank my supremely wonderful beta, chaosy, she lights up my world. also, i am looking for a co-writer of sorts to write a Civil War chapter fic. please let me know if you're interested. thanks to all of my commenters.