Chapter 2

Hey dudes, back with chapter two. All I can say is Ace is in a major ALL CAPS RAGE, and in this chapter is a total dick, like major douche. Oh and KnowYourSecrets12, I went back and changed the errors, and thanks for telling me that 3

Now on to the story!

"Snake! Ya idiot! Ya let her get away!" I picked up my light weight second command, and punched him in the stomach. He whimpered, but still managed to say an apology without breaking down and crying.

"Ssorry bosss... I'm-"

"SHADUP!" I threw him down. He said sorry so often, they were worthless to me.

"God. Why do ya suck at fightin' so much? This is all yer fault!"

"Ace, I'm ssor-"

"Sorry don't cut it Snake!" I picked him up again, and aimed my punches at his face, and didn't stop until I saw blood dripping from his nose. I looked at his face, to see the damage I caused. His nose appeared to be completely crooked, and had a growing gash of his left cheek. His eyes were shut tight, fighting back tears. God, he is such a wuss.

"LOOK AT ME!" I yelled in his face. He slowly opened his eyes, and small tears began to flow from his eyes, down his green, gash infested cheeks. I could tell he didn't want to cry, actually he wasn't crying, but it was as if his eyelids had an overflow and the water was forcing it's self out. His skinny pupils reflected one emotion: Fear. I scowled at him, and threw him on the ground again.

Now I knew I was over reacting to this, I mean it was only three bucks. That wouldn't even get you one beer or a pack of cigarettes, but I was letting all my anger out on Snake. Anger that I had kept bottled inside of me, from past times when we failed at something. Anger that might have originally not have been even for Snake, but the poor guy got short end of the stick and got the full rage.

"Yer weak," I said kicking his spine. "Yer so fuckin' weak." I said this time kicking him dead on the ankle. His hand instantly reached for it, as if touching his ankle would make the pain go away. He looked at me, not in anger, but in disappointment, and I for sure as hell know he wasn't disappointed in me. He was kicking himself in the butt. He never got mad at me- ever. Sure we disagreed on a few things, but after a punch to the face, he'd be agreeing with me and just as damn happy as ever.

Thoughts aside, I continued to kick Snake, experimenting where I got the best reaction from. The back of his neck seemed to hurt the most. I made an evil mental note of that.

After maybe fifteen minutes of beating Snake senseless, I stopped, and picked up the thin gangreen, and slung him over my shoulder as if he was a carry-on bag. His body weighed no more then sixty pounds, and he was so unnaturally thin... naturally. He had always been that skinny, and if you looked at him, he wasn't all skin and bones. I mean, you could still easily pinpoint exactly where his rib cage was, but there was something else there, just that something else wasn't muscle or fat. Being that skinny was in his DNA.

I began to walk back to the dump. The rest of the gang followed behind us, at a safe distance, not wanting to get hurt like Snake did. The three were talking to each other, but I couldn't make out anything they were saying, other then Big Billy saying "Duh... What happened to Snake?", but was quickly silenced by Grubber and Arturo. They obviously knew that talking about that would make me more upset. Smart guys.

Now the reason I pick on Snake is because one: He annoys me, two: He's weaker then me, and three: He never complains, and will always be my faithful lackey. So why don't I pick on the other three as much? Truth be told, I don't know. Arturo is such a loud mouth, always acting like he's top shit cause he's in our gang, Billy is just completely retarded and it's not that Grubber isn't all there, but he's plain weird. But I always expected more from Snake, and like I said I have no idea why.

We were half way home when I first heard Snake crying. I felt myself smirk, as I dropped Snake on his face, on to the surprisingly empty road in the middle of Townsville. He was such a wuss, he could cry all he wanted and walk himself home.

I continued to walk to the shack, but the three stopped to look at Snake.

"Boss, should we-" Arturo began to say to me.

"No leave him." I said before Arturo had the chance to fully ask me what we should do with Snake.

"But 'e's in the middle of the road, in a major city! Can we at least move im-"

"I said, LEAVE HIM!" I walked away from the rest of the gang in a huff. This could be a chance for Snake to prove himself. Be strong and move or be weak and be road kill.

I guess the gang cares more about not upsetting me then Snake's health. As it wasn't before long I heard a car horn, and wheels screeching on pavement, in a attempt to stop. I didn't even bother to turn around and see what was going on.

Too bad I was in that big of a pissed off mood.

Too bad I didn't care.

Too bad Snake didn't move.

Duh- duh- DUH! Now your probably thinking: NOoo not Snake! WHY GOD? (I know I am, and I know how it all ends :P) Review pleases ands Is will ssees yous in a couple of dayss.3