Author's Note: Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening fanfictioners! :D sorry it's been a while but writing plus editing can take a while :p anyway hope you enjoy this chapter and I can promise your gonna laugh at it. :D
Until I fic again.
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Worlds collide.
Cars drive up and down The Mall, in front of Buckingham Palace in London, whether they're going to work, seeing family or sightseeing, who knows?
At the end of the large road is Buckingham Palace, home of her Majesty the Queen.
It was a bright clear day; one would think it was just another normal day. However that was all about to change, as this was the day that would change the world.
A bright spark of white lightning struck the ground in the middle of the road. As the light cleared, a group of people, with various weapons, stood where the light had struck.
At the head of the group was a little girl. She had jet black hair, and wore a blue dress, in one of her arms she had a tattered bloodstained teddy bear, the other arm was spread open, fist clenched as she felt the air around her. She was looking down, her eyes closed.
Bystanders looked shocked at the strange group. Cars swerved around the group and blasted their horns at them; the little girl slowly looked up, and snapped her ferocious red eyes open. A wicked smile crawled across her young face.
-''Right, Mister Eventstorm, are you ready to do this Easter Egg?'' a cocky Irish voice came through the headset of a teenage boy as they played Black Ops 2 zombies online.
''Certainly Mister Little Leprechaun, let's own Mob of the Dead.'' Evan Piper said to his friend over the headset of his Xbox 360, whilst looking at the screen of his television which showed a plane taking off from the roof of Alcatraz prison. A cheesy, wide grin spread across Evan's face.
Evan Piper was a teenage boy of 17. His skin was fair, but it had a light natural tan, and few moles adorned it too. He had short, dark brown hair, with a double crown and a parting down the left side. His round eyes were a blue-grey shade, with a ring of hazel around the pupils. His lips sported a cheesy boyish grin. He wore white trainers on his feet; on his legs he had blue jeans. He was wearing a blue T-shirt that had a black dragon pattern on it.
He was playing on his Xbox, on Black Ops 2 zombies online. He and his friend, The Little Leprechaun, were playing Mob of the Dead and were trying to do the Easter Egg for it. So far they had managed to get the BLUNDERGAT and they had built the plane. Currently they were taking off from the roof of Alcatraz prison and began flying in the air.
A flash of static suddenly cut across the screen, then it cut back to the picture of the plane in the sky.
''What the heck?'' Evan questioned.
-''Did you see that too?'' The Little Leprechaun asked sounding a little shocked.
''Yeah...'' Evan said warily; ''Must be the connection.''
The ground suddenly began to shake.
'What's going on now?' The teenage boy thought as he heard his Irish friend say; ''This is mad!''
Then the lights flickered and dimmed, then lit up again.
Suddenly the screen went static again, and then black.
-''Evan?'' Leprechaun's voice asked, sounding worried; ''What is-...''
''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!'' A loud voice screamed in the headset, cutting off Evan's friend. Evan tore off the headset, as the voice screamed. He clutched at the ringing ear which had taken the full blast of the scream, and then glanced at his telly.
In the middle of the black screen, a white dot had appeared. The dot began growing larger and larger, and soon it created a vortex in the screen, a supernatural wind blasted out of it. The room went dark as the screen turned fully white. Light tore out of the telly and a roar was heard. Evan's telly and Xbox sparked and sent out a shock wave that threw him back, stumbling over the coffee table and onto the sofa. The brown haired boy tried to cover his widened eyes as the light fully engulfed the lounge room. A violent flash of pure white light pierced through the room and then it receded, until it was just a vortex of light in the telly, still sending out a light breeze and a low noted rumble.
Evan sat there, mouth hitting the floor as he looked at the slowly spinning light in his television, little wisps of light stretching out of it. The lights in the lounge slowly lit back up again.
''What the hell?'' Evan said, not really believing what he was seeing. He stood up and moved closer towards the T.V, stretching out a hand to try and touch the light. However as he touched one of the wisps of light, a shock went through him and he was thrown back into the sofa.
''Ouch!'' he grunted as he sat up again, still dumbfounded by the phenomenon in his living room. Suddenly the light began to spin faster and violently flashed again. Then a man came flying out of the television. He landed sprawled on the ground in front of the coffee table and the sofa; in which, a now very confused, Evan was sitting on.
The man stood up, with his back to Evan. He held his face as he recovered himself.
''What on earth was that?'' He croaked. The newcomer looked down and saw the boonie hat which had fallen from his head. ''Ah…'' he said as he stooped and picked it up and placed it on his head.
''No...Way...'' Evan said sounding even more disbelieved than before as he realised who it was standing in his living room. The man span round pointing a pistol at Evan's head. The teen's mouth fell open as he stared at Captain John Price.
''Who are you?'' Price asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
''Captain Price!'' Evan exclaimed, his voice going high pitched.
Price raised an eyebrow and said; ''Well I'm pretty sure you're not him. Now who are you?'' He asked again, taking a step forward.
''Captain Price is pointing a gun at me!'' Evan squeaked, looking at the DESERT EAGLE in the Captain's hand.
''Very observant.'' Price said sarcastically. He then pulled Evan close and shouted; ''Who are you!?''
''Captain Price is pointing a gun at me in my living room!'' Evan stammered, shocked at how this was even possible.
''Oh for crying out loud!'' Price snapped and threw Evan into the sofa.
''WHAT... IS... YOUR... NAME!?'' He shouted slowly at the quivering boy.
''Evan Piper.'' the 17-year-old replied, sounding very much like a mouse.
''At last; Result! Now we're finally getting somewhere!'' Price exclaimed; ''Right now that's out of the way, where am I?'' He questioned.
''In my living room...'' Evan replied. Price rolled his eyes.
''What country?'' He said through gritted teeth.
''The U.K,'' the shocked boy informed.
''What? Wait! Where in the U.K?'' Price asked now looking confused himself.
''Does that really matter at this point?'' Evan asked, earning himself a pointed look from Price; ''Uh I mean Colchester.'' he quickly said, shrinking back from the Captain.
Price turned away from the shocked boy and said; ''That's impossible, last time I remember I was in the Arabian Peninsula, on top of Hotel Oasis, after I had just killed Makarov.''
Evan narrowed his eyes as he thought about what Price had just said.
''Dust to Dust...'' He said out loud.
''What was that?'' Price span round, pointing the pistol at Evan again.
''Uh Dust to Dust. It's a level, in a game'' Evan answered.
''Why the hell would you be talking about a game at a time like this?'' Price asked, confused at the answer. Evan shuffled nervously.
''Well... I know this is going to sound weird, probably insane, but you're a game character, and from what you're describing, Dust to Dust is the level where you've come from...'' He said, with a quiver in his voice.
''That IS insane!'' Price stated. ''Look, how did I get here? What year is it?''
''It's 2013.'' the blue eyed teen informed. Captain Price's eyes widened.
''That's not possible, I was in 2017!'' He said, stumbling back and leaning on the wall; ''How did I get here?''
''You came through my T.V.'' Evan said, pointing at his telly which still had the spinning light in it. The Captain glanced at the screen and then did a double-take.
''I came through that?'' He said slowly. Evan nodded.
''So what you're saying…'' Price began; ''…Is that I'm a game character, and somehow I came out of you telly?'' Evan nodded again.
''That's a load of horse shit.'' The Soldier scoffed then he asked; ''How did I really get here!?'' He grabbed Evan by the scruff of his shirt.
''You tell me!'' Evan shouted in frustration; ''One moment I'm playing my Xbox online with my friend, then the next thing I know, the lights go crazy, the ground shakes and then a white light comes flying out my telly! Then you come along!'' At this, Evan jabbed a finger in Price's chest; ''You! Captain Price! A Call of Duty game character! In fact you came from this very game!'' He picked up a copy of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3, which was on a shelf near his telly; ''So, how did you get here!? You tell me! Because I'm at a loss for words at the moment!''
After seeing the frustrated, confused and slightly frightened look in Evan's eyes, Price couldn't believe himself when he actually began to believe the boy.
''Your actually telling the truth aren't you?'' He asked slowly. Evan nodded briskly. Before Price could ask another question however, the light in the telly began to spin quickly again and another bright flash came out of the telly.
Then two people came flying out of the screen. One of the men stood up, he looked young and had a short buzz-cut hair style, along with tattoos up and down his arms.
''Soap, are you alright?'' He asked his friend, lending him a hand to help him up. Evan noticed that the soldier had a Russian accent, but what shocked him most was who these people were.
''Ugh, I'm fine Yuri.'' John 'Soap' MacTavish said, taking Yuri's hand.
''Soap?'' Price asked, eyes widening at the sight of his friend. Soap looked at the Captain and said; ''Price? What are you doing here?''
''That's not possible!'' Price stated, pointing a finger at the two soldiers; ''You're both dead...'' he whispered. Soap and Yuri both looked confused. Soap then saw Evan.
''Who the bloody hell are you?'' he said, his thick Scottish accent was very noticeable.
''Evan Piper. This is my living room. In the U.K. And the year is 2013, and your both game characters!'' Evan answered very quickly. Soap raised an eyebrow in amazement at what the boy had just said. Yuri on the other hand was looking at Price.
''Captain Price, are you ok?'' He asked, noticing the cuts and bruises on the Captain's face. Little did Yuri know that they had come from Price's fight with Vladimir Makarov.
Soap then looked at his friend and said; ''Price you look like you've seen a-...'' He was cut off however as the light in the T.V began spinning again, followed by a blinding flash of light. A man came tumbling out of the light and landed on the floor. He immediately stood up and looked the group in the room.
''-...Ghost?'' Soap finished. The man in a skull patterned balaclava adjusted his sunglasses and looked from Soap to Price.
''What the hell are you two doing here?'' He asked, a London accent coming from behind the mask; ''You're supposed to be in Afghanistan!''
''No bloody way!'' Evan said in amazement and wondering why video game characters were coming out from his telly.
''Who's the kid?'' Ghost asked, jabbing a thumb in Evan's direction. Just then the light span again, along with the flash. Then another soldier was thrown out of the T.V and into Ghost, knocking him over. Evan didn't recognize this newcomer from any of the Call of Dutys he had previously played.
''Argh, Roach! Get off me you bloody lunatic!'' Ghost pushed his comrade off him. Gary 'Roach' Sanderson stood up and laughed.
''Sorry mate,'' he said, clicking his neck with a roll of his shoulders. ''Man that was a rough ride.'' He then looked round the room; ''Wow, quite the party here ha ha.''
'So that's what Roach looks like?' Evan thought as he went to stand by Captain Price who was sitting on a stool by the hatch that looked into the kitchen.
'You know what? I bet Rosie has something to do with this! Little bitch has probably hacked into some secret government experiment or something like that.' Evan rolled his eyes at the thought.
''So, uh, where are we?'' Roach asked. But before Evan could answer, whilst throwing caution to the wind, the light span and flashed again. Two men fell into the room, although none of the others recognized them, none but Evan who's mouth hit the floor again.
''Whoa that's freaky!'' Roach said pointing at the screen.
''Argh, Woods, are you ok?'' One of the men asked his friend.
''Shit! That was uncomfortable.'' Frank Woods grunted as he stood up; ''You alright Mason?'' He asked.
''Yeah, what happened?'' Alex Mason replied.
''I think a better question is where the hell are we and who the fuck are these guys?'' Woods said looking at the others in the room.
''Are these guys game character too?'' Price whispered to Evan, who nodded in return.
''They're Call of Duty characters like you, but they're from a different series.''
''So they have no connection to anyone who has come out so far?'' Price asked.
''Nope,'' Evan answered; ''I had best talk to them.'' He rolled his eyes and walked over to where the two newcomers were.
Woods and Mason both looked at him suspiciously.
''Hi, I'm Evan Piper. Urm, I know this is going to sound crazy, but your in the U.K, the year is 2013, and your both game Characters, from these games.'' he held up a copy of both Black Ops 1 and 2.
Silence.
Woods snorted with laughter and Mason had an incredulous look on his face.
''That's the biggest bunch of bull shit that I've heard in my entire life!'' Woods laughed.
''He's telling the truth.'' Price backed Evan up, ''My friends and I are game characters too.''
Ghost and Roach looked to Soap, who seemed trying to get his head around the situation himself, before looking to each other and shrugging in bemusement. Either the Old Cap' had finally lost it, or he had a nasty bang to the head. Neither of them were quite sure yet…
''Look, you can't really expect us to believe that do you?'' Mason asked.
''You came through my T.V!'' Even pointed at the machine; ''I don't know how or why, but you just did. I swear you guys are game characters!'' he showed Woods the back of the Black Ops 1 case he had, which showed Woods firing a COMMANDO assault rifle.
''What the hell?'' Woods said snatching the case out of Evan's hands to take a better look.
''Must be some misunderstanding.'' Mason commented, trying to dismiss the evidence of them being game characters.
''Then how do you explain that it's 2013 instead of the 1980s?'' Even countered.
''Well uh...'' Mason began, when Price suddenly cut in and asked; ''Before you two were transported here, were you engulfed by a white light?''
Woods looked up and then at Mason who nodded.
''So were we!'' Roach said, stepping forward.
''And us!'' Soap also said.
''So... We're game characters and we've all been somehow abducted by some weird light, and now we're here in 'reality'...?'' Woods stated, trying to convince himself that what he was saying didn't sound mad.
''I know it sounds crazy-...'' Evan began but was cut off by Mason who said; ''It sounds completely insane! But...maybe there's some merit in it...'' The soldiers face softened as he began to believe what Evan was saying.
''Well if you got Mason convinced, then I believe you too!'' Woods said, smiling.
Before anyone could say anything else however, the light in the telly began to spin again and flashed violently. A man was forced out of the screen and landed on the floor.
He had a buz-cut of white hair and had stubble on his face. His eyes were covered by a pair of black sunglasses.
''Hudson?'' Mason said, wide eyed. He then walked over and yanked the man in the shades up and almost shouted; ''Where the hell have you been?''
''Mason? What are you on about?'' Jason Hudson replied, still quite out-of-it from his journey here.
''The comms! Why the vagueness?'' Mason snapped.
''What? What do you mean? I spoke to you not a moment ago when you went down the basement to clear the coke labs!'' Hudson shouted, confusion lining his face.
''What? That was three years ago Hudson!'' Mason told the white haired man. Woods looked at Evan and asked; ''Is he from our past?''
''Must be.'' Evan replied. Woods shrugged it off.
''Aww come on Mason, this guy was acting weird on the comms earlier, he's probably still acting wacko!'' he commented.
However before Evan could begin to explain anything, the screen span and flashed again forcing out two people. One of the men stood up and spotted his friend who was on the floor.
''Dimitri!'' He grabbed his friend's hand and helped him up; ''Are you ok?'' Mason's mouth fell open as he saw who the first man was.
''Urgh...Reznov!'' Dimitri Petrenko grabbed the first man's shoulder; ''I'm fine. What happened? Last thing I remember, Dragovich had thrown us into the Nova six gassing chambers.'' the two people were both Russian, which was given away by their accents.
''I do not know what happened,'' Viktor Reznov answered Dimitri's question; ''But I can promise you this! Dragovich, Kravchenko and Steiner will all pay for their treachery!'' He continued.
''No fucking way! That's not possible!'' Mason pointed at Reznov; ''Your dead! I saw you die at Vorkuta!'' Reznov looked confused at Mason's accusations.
''I do not know who you are American, or what you are talking about!'' the Russian Captain laughed.
Mason then turned to Woods and Hudson and asked; ''Do you see him too?''
''Yes! How the hell is that possible? He's dead!'' Hudson acknowledged.
''This is some fucked up shit!'' Woods commented. Mason then grabbed Reznov by his shirt and shouted; ''How the fuck are you still alive? You've been dead for twenty six years!''
''Un-hand me American!'' Reznov snapped, pushing Mason away; ''I don't know who you are or why you are saying these things, you must have the wrong man.''
Woods, Mason and Hudson turned to Evan.
''What is going on?'' Mason asked, who looked on the verge of having an anxiety attack. ''How can he be real and alive? How come he doesn't know who I am?''
''I don't know!'' the teenage boy shouted; ''I'm as confused as you are! Maybe he hasn't met you yet!'' he then look at Reznov and Dimitri; ''What year are you from and where did you come from?'' He asked.
''We're from 1945.'' Reznov answered.
''We came from the Arctic Circle''. Dimitri added.
Evan then turned to Mason and said; ''They are from a different time to you, Reznov hasn't met you yet!''
''This is insane, why should I believe any of this!'' Mason exclaimed; ''For all I know, this is all in my head again, I'm hallucinating Reznov again. He died at Vorkuta and I'm still suffering side effects from when he brain washed me to kill Dragovich, Kravchenko and Steiner for him!''
''Mason, I see him too'' Woods told his friend, again.
''That's probably still in my head too!'' Mason yelled.
Evan threw caution to the wind and walked into the kitchen and looked through the hatch in the wall and asked; ''Anyone up for a drink?''
''A whiskey would be good about now.'' Price said, as he sat down on a stool on the other side of the hatch. The boy poured a glass of whiskey and slid it to the Captain.
''Anyone else for a drink?'' he asked. A few of the others in the room moved over to the hatch.
''Who are you and what are we doing here?'' Reznov asked the people who were in the room. However no one could answer as the light span and flashed again sending out two more people, one of whom was wearing a baseball cap.
''I am never doing that again!'' That man, who had the cap on, said. His London accent rather noticeable.
''Damn, that was too hot!'' said the other man who was an African-American and had a strong build and had a silver COLT M1911 strapped in a holster on his leg.
''Gaz?'' Price asked.
''Griggs?'' Soap also asked.
''Soap? Price? What are you two doin' here? Gaz asked; ''And Soap, what's with the mohawk?''
Price span round to Evan and asked; ''Give me another whiskey. Fast!''
The teenager filled out the Captain's order post haste.
''I'll have one too'' Mason said, sitting down and looking completely bewildered at what was going on.
''A beer would suit me if you don't mind?'' Woods also asked.
Evan poured another glass of whisky and slid it to Mason, and then ran to the fridge and brought out a bottle of beer and gave it to Woods.
''Would somebody like to tell what the hell is going on?'' Griggs asked.
''Well-...'' Evan began but was cut of by the T.V spinning and flashing again.
This time four people were blasted out of the screen. Evan recognized three of the soldiers but not the fourth, but made a guess as to who it was.
One of the men coughed and said; ''Roebuck, Miller, Polonsky still with me?''
''We're still here Sarge.'' The man named Roebuck answered.
''What the hell was that?'' The soldier called Miller asked, still in a bit of a bewilderment.
''I don't know.'' the youngest soldier, called Polonsky, said; ''But that weird light shot up around us when Miller and I picked up these alien looking guns.'' he held up his RAY GUN.
''No way!'' Evan exclaimed as he recognized the futuristic pistol from zombie's mode. The four newcomers suddenly realised that they were not alone.
''Who the hell are all these guys?'' Polonsky asked.
''I'm Captain John Price.'' Price introduced himself to the four soldiers.
''I'm Sergeant Tom Sullivan.'' the leader of the group said; ''This is Corporal Paul Roebuck, Private Charlie Miller and Private Rupert Polonsky'' he gestured to each of his companions.
Evan walked over to Miller; ''May I have a look at that gun please?'' he asked, looking at the RAY GUN.
''Who are you?'' Miller asked.
''Evan Piper, this is my living room, in the United Kingdoms, and the year is 2013! Oh and your all game characters!'' Evan informed, sounding rather frustrated and cross at all the weird things that were happening.
''What?'' Miller asked looking utterly confused at the boy's statement.
''Kid, just give him the gun.'' Price ordered; ''I'll explain later.''
A still confused Miller handed the alien like weapon to the teenager.
''Wow, it really is the RAY GUN from zombies'' Even said looking in awe at the pistol; ''How did you get this?'' He asked the WW2 era soldiers.
''I don't know.'' Polonsky replied; ''We just stepped into some puddles, then the ground began to shake, and then we heard some weird voice. Then these statues pop out of the ground holding these guns in their mouths.''
''The Easter Egg...'' Evan whispered to himself, he then handed the weapon back to Miller.
''I don't even know what it does.'' Polonsky said looking closely at the gun, which he had -unknowingly- aimed at the ceiling.
''Wait carefu-...'' Before Even could finish, the marine accidentally pulled the trigger, sending glowing green rings of energy blasting into the ceiling.
''Shit!'' Polonsky cried, dropping the pistol as if it had burnt his skin, as debris fell from the newly made hole in the ceiling. Everyone looked from the hole, to Evan, who's mouth was on the floor and his eyes wide.
''My mum is going to kill me…'' he said slowly.
''Sorry pal, I'll pay for it.'' Polonsky said, an apologetic look on his face.
Then the light in the telly span and flashed again. Two people fell out of the screen. They stood up and looked at each other.
''Weaver?'' One of the men, who was an African American, asked.
''Bowman?'' The other man who was an eye patched Russian asked.
''What are you doing here?'' Bowman asked the Russian.
''Probably the same reason you are.'' Weaver answered.
''What some strange light blasting out of the ground, surrounding you and you fall and hear some sort of voice screaming no?'' Bowman questioned. Weaver nodded.
Mason and Woods couldn't believe their eyes, and Hudson was shocked too.
''Bowman?'' Woods asked. The two men looked at the crowd in the room.
''Weaver?'' Hudson walked over to his Russian friend and grasped his hand.
''Hudson, Mason, Woods!'' Weaver said smiling; ''What are you three doing here? What happened? And who are these guys?''
''It's a long story'' Hudson chuckled, happy to see that his friend was ok.
''Mason, Woods?'' Bowman, shook hands and hugged his best friends ''what happened? Last thing I remember, we were searching the plane in Laos for Nova Six! Damnit, you guys look different…''
''Bowman there's something we need to tell you...'' Woods said hesitantly.
''What's that?'' The burly man asked.
''That was years ago...'' Mason answered; ''And after that mission, we were captured, and you were killed by the enemy.''
Bowman laughed ''What? No I didn't, I'm still here aren't I? I don't know what you got in your head brother, but you better sort it out.''
''Bowman it's true.'' Woods interjected.
While the three of them were talking, Hudson explained to Weaver what had happened.
''Hudson...do you know how crazy that sounds? We were in Steiner's labs trying to stop Mason from killing the German''
''Steiner?'' Reznov asked, walking over to them ''You mean THE Doctor Friedrich Steiner? One of the snakes who betrayed my comrades and I for his own selfish ambition?''
''Who's this guy?'' Weaver asked Hudson.
''This is Viktor Reznov, Weaver.'' Hudson answered.
''Wait? The very Viktor Reznov that Mason was on about?''
''Yeah.'' Hudson confirmed; ''Weaver you gotta believe me.''
''But-...'' The Russian began before being cut off by Mason who said; ''Weaver, the year is 2013, we're in England and according to this kid,'' he pointed at Evan; ''We're game characters''
Weaver, Bowman and Reznov all roared with laughter.
''Mason, did you just say what I thought you did?'' Bowman asked.
''Game characters? No Mason, I'm pretty sure I'm real.'' Weaver said.
''First you say I'm dead and now you say I'm a character from a mere game? Ha, I do not even know you American!'' Reznov laughed.
''He's telling the truth!'' Evan piped up.
''The boy and Mason are both telling the truth.'' Price told the disbelieving men.
''I'm with these guys on this one, Bowman. Some weird crap has been going on here and I can't see any other reason for it!'' Woods said, standing by Mason.
Then without warning the vortex of light span and violently flashed again, throwing out four more people. Three of them were in suits, which might have looked smart at some point, but now were torn and blood stained. The fourth man was in a dark green Cuban military attire, which was also bloodied and torn. He also had a dark green patrol cap on his head.
This man stood up and pointed to one of the men in suits and said; ''Mister President, I came for political talks! Not to fight endless waves of zombies! And now a light surrounds us? You had better start explaining some things Kennedy!''
''Back off Fidel!'' One of the men in suites put himself between President John F. Kennedy and Fidel Castro. This man wore glasses and worry lines adorned his forehead.
''McNamara, it's fine.'' Kennedy placed a hand on his Secretary of Defence's shoulder. He had a rather noticeable Boston accent, and an aura of power and respect about him.
''Err guys…'' the third suited man drawled.
''Yes Nixon?'' McNamara sighed.
''We're not alone here.'' the US Presidential campaigner Richard Nixon informed. With that, the three bickering men suddenly realised that there were other people in the room.
''Oh umm hello there, I'm President John Fitzgerald Kennedy.'' The Once-US-President introduced himself; ''This is my Secretary of Defence, Robert McNamara, my Presidential rival Richard Nixon and this is-...''
''Fidel Castro!'' Mason growled, stepping forward, pulling out his COLT M1911 Pistol and aiming it at the Cuban Dictator's head.
''What the hell is this?'' Castro demanded, raising up his upgraded PYTHON, the COBRA, to Mason's meet head.
''Whoa whoa whoa, let's not be hasty here!'' Evan quickly said, trying to defuse the situation. It didn't help that Woods also aimed his pistol at Castro's head.
But before anything else could happen, they all heard the front door open.
A tall broad shouldered young man, who looked about twenty, walked through the door.
He had short brown hair and thick eyebrows. His nose was slightly crooked from where it had once been broken. His arms were a strong build of muscle, and had tattoos of various patterns on them. He had a white V-neck t-shirt on. He also wore a pair of jogging bottoms.
On a leash was a large grey Great Dane, who he had just finished walking.
''Evan, I'm ho-...'' He began but stopped mid-sentence when he saw the scene that was in the living room.
''Evan, who the hell are these people? And what the fuck is going on?''
TO BE CONTINUED…
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