i. Release
Warhead violent bobbed his head in time with the music. From the crackled and old speakers, Stupify blasted.
"YEA NIGGA!" He yelled out into the silent night, as he tore up the streets with his fucking gassy green hummer. He prepared to reach down to grab a drink from the console, an expired Mike's Hard Lemonade, when his old iPhone 3 suddenly began to rang. The "screen protector" was covered in a clear sticky white substance, Warhead didn't seem to mind at all as he sliced into it with his gloves.
Swiping to the right, he took the call.
"ELLO?" He yelled as he put the phone between his shoulder and his ear. "Heyyyyy." Voodoo's voice hissed back. "WAOW!" Warhead yelled as he nearly dropped his phone from jolting his head.
"Your S's are too fucking hard. Almost cracked my drums, nigga." War started to laugh as he took a sharp right turn at the last second, hurling his hummer up onto a sidewalk a bit. His shoulder slamed into his broken glass window, and a piece lodged itself into the side of his arm. "YOWZA-SHIT!" War yelled as felt the glass. Still on the phone, Voodoo grew impatient. "Theeee ceremonnyyyyyy is abouttttt to beginnn. Don'tttt fuck ittt upppp. And bringggg the shittttt."
He concluded with a slithery voice. "OK, COCKSUCKA." War yelled as he turned his head and crunched down on his phone so hard that he ripped a piece off. "AUGH!" He choked as he didn't expect it, and tried to spit out the pieces.
ii. Inner Sanctum
Voodoo and Tac knew all too well that Anubis had the hottest club in the town. Tac was sitting at an air hockey table, alongside Voodoo, as they set up.
Voodoo sighed. "Taccc, do you have Pagansss' numberrr?" Tac didn't even shift his gaze from his black iPad. He was knee deep in a game of Crossy Road. "Uh. No. Haven't seen her in quite a while." He responded as he carefully hopped along in the game.
Voodoo stopped in his tracks, and adjusted his black vest. "You're about as useful as a piece of Kangaroo shit." He said as he adjusted his dreadlocks while looking through the camera of his phone.
The large room that the two were in looked big enough to house a good 80 or so people with plenty of room. Along the side of one of the walls, a very long black table housed a few flaming skulls and drinks. In the center of it was a long tub of blood. There were speakers hooked up on both ends of the room, ready to blast anything from black metal to some dance-remixed hits.
Torches lit the room up at either end, and Voodoo had all but prepared for the immense and epic welcoming experience. Near the main entrance, was a large fountain, in the middle of the water was a piece of The Ore, and its emanating green illuminated the room eerily.
iii. Spite
The dust crackled through the air after a loud snapping noise bounced off of the walls. The lifeless, decapitated head of the chicken flew right off it's body and smashed hard against the ground. The warrior landed, and took a knee as he caught his breath.