So, uhh... hey. How you doing?
First off, while you're reading this, pretty much a novel that I'm writing out here, listen to this -
watch?v=D0W1v0kOELA
^ Fuck you, . Add www then put youtube then put dot-com., then put a forward slash. No spaces.
Alright, assumming you've got that good shit playing... yeah, thats mah shit.
Ok, so here we go. Sorry and all that for not uploading, but, this is just... not my primary thing anymore. FF is not really a big part of my life, not as much as it used to be. I've moved on to other things, namely animating. I'm animating a big-ass movie thing that will take me months, almost a year to complete. I've always said it, but I'm going to say it here too, fan fiction is NOT a job, just a hobby. But, recently for me, it hasn't even been that. So, I don't write as much anymore because it's just not appealing to me anymore, and I've been very busy with other things. As I stated earlier, I'm an animator. And I'm also an editor, VFX artist, and commentator. Which, those things ARE my job. And, quite frankly my passion. I love doing these things. Yet, there's a soft spot in my heart for FF, and VicTorious, and most of all, my fans. All of that really helped me out of a hard time in my life, that I felt trapped in, as I couldn't go to anyone to speak to about it. Hell, I still can't. I don't want to get into detail, but let's just say this; lost good friends, had bad medical experiences, and someone I cared deeply about left me. True, my fans are a small amount of people, but those few people make me smile, so I feel like I need to give back to them.
So I feel like I should finish writing this. I should complete one story, before I finally go. At least, for a long while.
So, now we got that emotional shit outa the way. Read on! Oh, and if you give enough of a shit, follow me on Twitter. You'll know anything major about VD, or just me in particular, on there. You can find a link to it on my author page.
Competition...
Beck walked towards Tori's living room window that looked over her long driveway at the sound of a truck pulling in. It wasn't Jake's.
Beck shut the curtains as fast as he could. Looking at the gun which he had left on the kitchen counter next to the stove, he bounded towards the kitchen.
"You think this place has anything good?" A voice from behind the door asked, to which another replied.
"Look at the size of this bitch. I'm sure it does." The other voice confirmed as he opened the door.
"Hey, would you look at that? It's open. Honey, were home!" The second voice stated as three men in dirty, tattered clothing stepped into the living room of the former Vega residence.
Beck looked down at his gun. He peeked over the counter he had taken cover behind.
The one in front of them, the biggest one, held a handgun, while the two men behind him bore wooden baseball bats.
"Ok, process of elimination; take the one with the gun first, then turn the gun on the other two." Beck thought to himself as he prepared to ambush the unsuspecting men.
One of the men with a bat picked up a portrait the Vega's had up on a table under the stairs.
"Hey, look at this bitch!"
Beck peeked out of the corner to see the man holding a picture of Tori at a Hollywood Arts performance. The other men turned to look at the picture as well.
"Damn, I wouldn't mind fuckin' her ass!" The man holding the portrait exclaimed, licking his lips.
"Maybe she's still here, you might get the chance." The biggest of the group explained to the other two men.
Upon hearing this, Beck lost it.
He popped up from behind the counter, targeting the man with the pistol from over the counter. He pulled the trigger. Miss. The gun kicked more than Beck thought it would, unsteadying his hands.
All three of the men turned to Beck. The biggest one quickly pulled up his gun and took three shots at Beck as he jumped back down behind the stove.
"Hey come the fuck out, kid!" The big guy shouted as he took two more shots at the counter.
Beck slowly moved along the side of the counter.
BOOM!
The gunman fired at the counter again.
Using the distraction, Beck popped out of the other side of the counter, firing three shots at the man. This time, all three shots hit.
The obese man fell face first as Beck pulled himself to his feet.
The men stood there watching their presumable leader fall to the ground.
Before Beck had the chance to think, he aimed the gun at one of the men's head and fired twice.
The second shot made contact with his target's skull, throwing the man on to the ground, bone fragments flying out the back of his skull.
The final intruder turned to the door and ran.
Beck aimed for his back and took three shots, each one landing on target.
The man fell to the floor, face impacting first.
Beck stood there with his gun still pointed.
"Du-dum, du-dum, du-dum." Beck's heart pounded in rapid succession as he looked over the room. Blood and bodies everywhere. Beck fell to his knees, dropping the gun to his side.
He stared at the ground, stunned by what had just happened. Replaying the scene in his head over and over again.
Robbie and Andre came running down the staircase. They both saw the bodies and stopped at the bottom of the staircase.
"B-Beck? You ok, man?" Andre asked, slowly approaching Beck.
No answer.
"Beck, dude what happened here?" Robbie questioned, scanning the room.
The bodies continued to bled.
"They uh... they came in here. They grabbed a picture of Tori. They... they talked about raping her." Beck explained to the stunned boys.
"Then they deserved to die, man." Andre comforted Beck, coming closer to him.
"No, man. We don't know that. They were just guys bein' guys. What if they were just looking for somewhere to stay. I lost my shit." Beck retorted.
"Beck, you had no choice. They were armed, they could've tried to harm us. You probably saved us. You couldn't take any chances." Andre explained, picking the gun beside Beck up and placing on a nearby counter.
Just then Robbie started puking into a trashcan, disgusted by the sight of the bodies.
"We have to get rid of those bodies." Trina stated, walking down the stairs.
"Trina, are you ok?" Beck asked, standing up, pulling himself back together.
Trina ignored Beck's question, walking over to the leader's body.
Trina attempted to lift him by his legs, slowly struggling to pull his body towards the door.
"Trina... let me, just... help you with that." Andre commanded Trina as he walked towards her to help.
They both pulled the body out of the front door, dropping it down at the end closer to the house.
"We have to burn those bodies." Robbie stated as Andre and Trina walked back in through the front door.
"The smell would..." Robbie started.
"Yeah, we get it, Robbie." Trina stopped Robbie before he could finish his sentence.
Jake, Tori, Jade and Cat pulled up in the driveway, seeing the body of the leader laying on the porch, as Trina and Andre pulled out another body. Trina and Andre dropped it down next to the leader, as Jake and the others hopped out of the truck.
The truck's passengers ran up to the porch.
"What the hell happened?" Jake asked as they ran towards the porch, stopping in front of the bodies.
"There was a situation." Trina answered calmly, "But, Beck handled it."
"Oh my God, Beck." Tori exclaimed, making her way inside the house, to see Beck still sitting on the floor, 3 feet away from the kitchen stove.
"Out of the way, Tori!" Jade pushed Tori out of her way, running towards beck, who opened his arms to accept Jade.
"Oh my god, baby! Are you okay? Beck, baby?" Jade questioned Beck, hugging and checking him for wounds, to which she found none besides some scratches.
"They just... fell." Beck stated, emotionless.
"I know, baby. It's okay." Jade calmed Beck, holding him in her arms.
30 minutes later, the bodies were out on the driveway. Beck and Jade were standing on the porch, watching the bodies burn. The flames engulfing the bodies, embers flying through the air.
Beck and Jade, turned around, walking back into the house.
Tori and Trina were in the kitchen, using the last of the eggs to cook dinner for everyone, perhaps their last real dinner.
Beck sat down on the couch, next to Cat and Jake.
Jade walked through the room, over to the counter where the two handguns they had were sitting.
Picking up the pistol that the leader of the group that had invaded the house earlier used. She released the magazine, seeing that 5 rounds were left in the mag, with one remaining in the chamber. She inserted the mag into the gun, placing it back down onto the counter.
"Beck can have my eggs." Jade stated to the group, looking around the room at each person there.
Everyone in the room looked up at Jade.
"Guys, I'm sorry I've been a bitch to all of you. Screwed most of you over more than a few times, and used that for personal gain. But, that was before... all this. The world is different now, and will probably get worse before it gets better. Hell, Cali's already been overrun. If were going to survive out here, we need to work together. Share, help and defend. We need to know each other, trust each other and we can NEVER betray each other. No secrets. We are all we've got. If were going to survive, we have to adapt. You with me?"
The survivors in the room looked around. trading glances, and raising hands.
They needed to adapt, and that's what they were going to do.