Chapter 3: Sgt Pepper's lonely heart

"Beat on the brat with a baseball bat, oh yeah!" Joey Ramone belted out.

Matt sighed. What was going on? Usually, listening to Ramones always got his blood pumping, but now it just seemed to make his world even darker.

He switched CD's to some Rolling Stones. The first song made him chuckle.

"No colors anymore, I want them to turn black..." Matt sang along softly.

He went over to his room and crashed onto his bed, hitting his head on the pistol he kept hidden under his pillow.

It was an old habit of his tracing back to the time when he'd been traveling the cities hotel by hotel. There was always someone out to get him and even now, so many years later, he still didn't feel safe without the trusty Colt under his head.

Over by his wall he remembered his mini fridge, which he had sworn to never keep any alcohol in. No, that's what the big one was for.

He opened it's small door again, revealing nothing more that a pack of bacon.

And some orange juice.

He took the juice and stabbed it with the straw. It gave out a satisfying 'POP' as he did so.

Matt walked out of his room again and over to the kitchen. He excavated a bag of chips and moved to the couch.

"Hey, gimme some." Andy said, reaching a hand out from his slouched position in an armchair.

Matt tossed him the bag . Andy examined him.

"Dude, what's wrong?" He asked worryingly.

Matt sighed. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Is it about what we're doing?"

"... Yeah." Matt looked away.

"Hey, it's too late now. You've got to stand up, to the end." Andy said.

"What end? I don't see myself stopping anytime soon." Matt replied. "Besides, I wouldn't be safe on the streets. Everyone's out to get me nowadays."

"We're all in the same boat here; You, me and Nike. We have to stick together, and keep each other safe from worries like these." Andy reached out a hand and put it on Matt's shoulder.

"That's what brothers are for." Andy smiled warmly. Matt shone up as well.

"You're right." He began. "You two are the only family I have right now. Even though we're from completely different backgrounds."

"Now roll yourself a doob." Andy suggested. Matt found himself... declining?

"Nah, I'm good. I'm headed for bed anyway-"

He was cut short by the damn phone ringing. He cursed under his breath and picked it up.

"Yeah, whaddaya want?" He spat.

A few seconds of talk later he hung up and grabbed a pistol.

"Job?" Andy asked politely.

"Hmph, yeah." Matt scoffed.

"Remember what I said." Andy smiled, returning to his book.

Matt didn't know what to think. Instead he just left and drove away. Too fast and too far, just like the song on the radio...

--

At least the hit was successful. Stupid cop tried to go renegade, but now he ended up dead, thanks to Matt.

Speaking of whom, Matt was currently crouching behind cover along with his two companions, staking out a big hit.

"Earnest DeVito." Nike repeated the name to himself. "Sounds like someone from 'Pimp my ride'."

"In this case, it's rather 'Ride my pimp'." Andy corrected. "He's been selling refugees as slaves for several years and the feds don't even seem to notice or care..." Andy's face showed clear disgust as he spat the last words.

"This guy's got so many goons stuffed up his loading ramp, he's about to explode. We'd better tread carefully." Matt suggested, noting the amount of tall muscular guards in front of the old warehouse.

"Why are we going into this warehouse anyway?" Nike asked, shifting slightly.

"Because the head honcho himself is checking the quality of the latest import batch." Andy said bitterly.

He was a refugee himself once; thus he knew what it was like being someone important in one place and being worth less than dog food in the other. Not even his exceptional fighting skills had been enough to fend off the slavers from his village.

He looked away for a while before turning into his old self again.

"I wanna kill something." He stated emotionlessly.

The remaining two nodded in agreement. This was gonna be a tough ride, but they we're gonna make it. Together. Their hands met in front of them as a sign of trust.

Then they unpacked the heat...

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Getting in wasn't really a big deal. The big deal was that neither one of the Lawbreakers had planned for when they came inside.

They hadn't guessed that dear Earnest would take a hostage.

"Take one step and I'll blow her BRAINS OUT!" Mr. DeVito said, holding the poor female in front of his shuddering body.

"Like I care." Nike said, wiping his knife on his boot. "We're just here to kill you."

Matt reloaded his gun and lit a cigarette. They had their target in a corner, so there was no real haste.

"You people are SICK! You know that!? SICK SICK SICK!" Earnest spat, triggering Andy.

"Who the FUCK are you calling sick, you miserable excuse for a human being!?"Andy said heavily. "Let that girl go so I can kill you with my bare hands!"

"NO!" With that, Earnest aimed his gun at Andy.

But he never got the time to shoot. Something stung him through his abdomen, like the girl had ejected a spike. He knew that was impossible. The only logical reason was...

"MATT! YOU SHOT HER!" Andy screamed, rushing to the girls' side. She was still breathing, at least for a little longer. Andy said something that could very well have been a prayer in his native language, before standing up and kicking DeVito in the face. Earnest grunted in pain.

Matt stood still. What was Andy so upset about? They couldn't leave any witnesses anyway, and he got a good hit. Earnest DeVito would likely bleed to death in an hour of so.

"C'mon, let's go. He finish bleeding-" Matt was cut off by a punch to his chin, causing him to reel backwards.

"Andy, what the hell are you doing!?" He yelled, barely dodging one of Andy's lightning fast kicks.

"Why!? Why!? Why'd you do it!?" Andy roared, trying to keep Matt from evading by hitting everywhere at once.

Suddenly they both felt like they were getting lighter. Then their heads collided fiercely before they slumped to the floor.

"Stop fighting you two! We can work this out like grown men." Nike stated, picking them up again.

"What the hell is your problem!?" Matt yelled at Andy. "It's no use! We can't leave any witnesses!"

"She couldn't even talk our language! What could she possibly squeal about!?" Andy retorted.

"Her life was already ruined! What could she become except a slave? She would be used for sex until the day she contracted an STD and got disposed!"

"I started out like this too!" Andy cried. "I was traded like goods! But I managed to get up and get out! What says she couldn't have!?"

"Shape up, you stupid moron. I'm right and you know it!" Matt stated. Truly, he was right. That just made the needle inside Andy twitch even harder.

"Fuck you, I'm going back to Utopia." Andy said, turning around.

"Now that you said the name, why not just yell it out loud? 'OUR HIDEOUT IS BELOW STATION SQUARE'!"

Andy didn't turn around, he just kept walking. Nike came over to Matt.

"Are you gonna be ok?" He asked politely. Andy and Matt got into squabbles every now and then, and Nike usually sided with Andy because he had no good way of treating his grief.

"I'll just walk my evil ass over to a bar and drink myself beyond recognition." Matt responded. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Cuz I'm heading back... I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, whatever." Matt said, walking towards Nike's opposite direction.

--

"I need something big and bad." Matt said, taking a seat in an uncomfortable corner-couch here at a rundown restaurant.

"May I suggest a glass of Choke Hold?" The sweet waiter asked.

"Sure, just give it to me." Matt said, holding his forehead. Headache on the way.

A few looooooong minutes later she returned with a glass of inviting yellowish liquor.

"Maybe you need something else?" The waiter said, moving closer.

"If you're gonna steal my cash, don't bother. Someone beat you to it." Matt said obliviously.

"That's not what I meant." She continued, now her hand placed against his scruffy chin.

"Oh, I get it." Matt said, grabbing a hold of her face an pulling her into a kiss.

The flowing feeling Matt had reminded him that it was a long time ago since he'd gotten any sexual tension relieved.

"How much is this gonna cost?" Matt said flatly.

"Don't worry, it's on the house." She smiled and reached in beneath his t-shirt.

All the years he'd laid down on training had surely left their traces along his body. He was tall and athletic, though his "sins" were catching up with his weight nowadays.

He felt encouraged to respond and carefully undid her shirt. Her body hadn't received specific work, but she was quite pretty all in all.

Her bra followed suit and revealed the two mounds of flesh and blood that proved, at least to some extent, that she was female.

"There's a room in the back..." She whispered.

"I guess I got nothin' better to do." Matt thought and lifted his girl and drink before straying towards the rear of the building.

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"Heh, I got you now, Matt the Bat!" Someone thought...

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Notes:

SORRY SORRY SORRY for the late update! I got a writers' block, and just as it passed my dear father pooped over my Internet, unabling me to update!

"Oh noes!" Matti said, staring at his computer. "My connection is nonexistent!"

"HURR HURR HURR!" A Noob said from behind. Matt spun on his bed and pondered how the Noob got there.

"Taste my sword of WRATH!" Matti screamed, cutting the Noob in half.

He turned back to his story and realized that someone had written a pleasant review.

"Thatnk you, Asreil!" Matti says, blowing kisses at his monitor. "The world needs people that R&R!"

That concludes my pointless rant for this chapter. Tune in next time for more pointless rant and maybe some more depressive society hating from our beloved bat.

Next chapter will include a BIGASS turning point in the story that you CANT forsee.

Matter of fact, if you manage to guess right, I'll personally give you a pack of Oreos. Seriously.

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/Matti

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