Chapter 9: Hit Back Hard
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(Flashback: Jerry)
Jerry stomped into his house, through his living room and down into his basement to find his dad working on some experiment. He let out an angry sigh and became even more agitated when his dad didn't even flinch when he heard him.
"So, I guess I am making dinner again?" Jerry snapped. Still nothing.
Jerry stomped after his dad and he gave him a hard shove, knocking him into the table and causing a lot of his clutter to fall to the floor. That got his attention.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He snapped. Jerry looked offended.
"Me, you're down here for fucking weeks, you've lost your job and I have been taking care of you while you're working on this bullshit and you ask what is wrong with me?" He chuckled bitterly. "You know the mortgage is due, right, oh who am I kidding of course you don't!"
"Jerry, just take the money out of my account!" He snapped as he tried to reassemble his workspace.
"You've been broke for the last year and you burned through half of mom's life insurance." He said as his father still paid him no mind. "I used the rest to pay off the car and to keep our house afloat. Now I am working two jobs to keep us going,"
It had been six years, when Jerry's mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor and she struggled to hang on, but in the end, she was buried when Jerry was thirteen. From that point on he had been taking care of his father who had been neglectful of his job, his house and even Jerry.
He didn't know what he was working on exactly, but he knew it had something to do with his mother. In the rare hours he did sleep he would mumble about his mother and curing death. It was this nonsense that had driven Jerry insane with anger that he would ruin their lives for a fantasy potion.
"Dad, mom is dead, she has been dead for years and she is not coming back!" Jerry snapped.
"Shut up!" His father said as he stomped towards his son. "You have no idea what I am working on or how important this is."
"You're right and I don't care!" Jerry said in a low tone, before turning to the stairs and walking up and out of the house. He walked through the rain and into his car, but before he could start the engine, his father had jumped into the passenger's seat with a small, shiny briefcase.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jerry snapped.
"Drive and I'll tell you everything!" His father snapped back. Jerry let out a heavy sigh and pulled out of his driveway and into the street. He for a good long while, before anyone said anything. "So, talk!"
Right as his father was about to say something, Jerry's car was struck by a large Semi on the driver's side. Everything was spinning and no one knew what was happening. When the car had finally landed Jerry couldn't feel a thing. He couldn't move a muscle, but the last thing he felt was his spine bend in a way it shouldn't have and then a snap.
He could hear a faint groaning and he could tell it was his father. He was still alive. He watched his father crawl over his lap with a metal syringe in his hand. The needle was a foot long and he had it aimed at Jerry's chest. His father let out a grunt and he stuck the syringe under his chest plate and into his heart, pumping something into him.
Jerry let out a sharp breath before passing out, the last thing he had ever heard was the faint last word from his father.
"I'm sorry, gunslinger."
(Flashback end)
Jerry sat in his room, drunk out of his mind while, Kelly gave him a lap dance to celebrate their recent score. She was wearing nothing but blue lacey panties, long black socks and nothing more. Music was playing loudly, but since his room was separated from everyone else's, he didn't care.
Kelly leaned forward and smothered Jerry's face with her breast and she giggled when his hands ran up and down her waist. "Easy, tiger."
"Hmm, we're not at the club." He moaned into her chest. Kelly pulled away and stroked his cheek.
"That is true." She said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "You have something in mind, cowboy?"
"There's always something on my mind." His hand ran down her hip and cupped her left ass cheek causing her to moan. Kelly gave him a gentle look and leaned down to press a soft kiss on his lips.
He kissed back, their tongues slipping into each other's mouths, before pulling away when a loud knock pounded on his door.
"Fuck off!" Jerry shouted.
"Open the fucking door!" Drake shouted back.
Jerry let out a loud grunt, before grabbing Kelly by the waist and throwing her on to the bed. He hopped up from his chair and stomped over to the door, swinging it open and being face to face with Drake.
"What?"
"What, it's one in the morning, my kid is asleep and your blasting that fucking music and getting a lap dance!"
"And Blair is off having a sword fight with another gentleman of his standard while Laura and Sarah are having a good time of their own. Wesley is getting his pole licked somewhere and I haven't seen Alex anywhere, so the problem here is why aren't you and the misses getting to work on baby number two?" Jerry chuckled.
"Asshole, put some pants on and meet me in the den." Drake said before walking out.
"Fuuuck!" Jerry yelled as he grabbed his jeans from off the floor.
"Don't worry, I'll be waiting." Kelly winked.
Jerry didn't say anything and made his way to the den where Drake was standing and staring at the large flat screen. "What is it?"
"Look." Drake pointed at the TV.
Jerry was at a loss for what he was seeing. The girls from the devil's kiss were lying dead in an alley, each one with multiple stab wounds in their chest. It was reported that they were found there a few hours after the Punks had raided the money den. Drake knew the moment he heard about brutal stabbing and he knew that Antonio was responsible for each of their death's.
It was the same thing his right-hand man use to do all the time. Jerry knew that Blackwell left those girls there as a message for them, she wanted to let us know that their deaths and their blood was on their hands.
"They're baiting us." Jerry stated.
"I know." Drake said in a low tone.
"Shit, I picked the worst time to be hammered right now." Jerry groaned, running his hands down his tired face. "Okay, we'll have a family meeting tomorrow about what we are gonna do, for now let's just get some sleep. I am way to fucked up to deal with this."
"Wait, where is, Wesley?" Drake asked.
Jerry's phone started ringing before he could answer. He pulled it out of his pocket and he sighed when he saw it was Wesley.
"Yea-OH SHIT!" Jerry snapped as he pulled the phone away from his ear. Drake could hear the guns shots coming from his phone.
"Guy's, I am in Harlem. I crashed near that Cottonmouth's club and I could really use some fucking assistance right now!"
"Shit, I know where that is." Jerry groaned. "Hang on, we're coming."
"I got something that could help, but you are way too drunk to do any fighting." Drake warned as he grabbed his guns. Jerry let out a heavy sigh, before pulling out his magnum and pressing the barrel against his temple.
"So much for a quiet night in."
(Wesley Flashback)
Wesley continued scrubbing the dishes for his abusive stepmother, while his stepfather was busy getting drunk on the couch. To be fair washing dishes was better than carrying drugs. The guys who paid where good, but the guys who didn't where who he had to worry about.
"Boy," His stepfather called out. "Get me another beer!"
Wesley let out a grunt and turned off the sink and stomped to the fridge to get the old man a beer. Right when he got to the fridge, his stepmother came in and started to berate him for the dishes.
"I thought I told you to finish the damn dishes!" She snapped and Wesley snapped back.
"Well, your charming husband and father wanted me to get him a beer you worthless cow!"
This earned him a slap across his face, causing him to fall on the floor. His face was stinging as he heard the shatter of a beer bottle. It didn't take long for the other baron of his misfortune to come a calling.
"Dammit boy, you can't even get me a god damn beer without fucking up!" The man shouted, before pulling off his leather belt with a solid steel belt buckle. Wesley prepared for the hit, but as soon as he raised his belt, the back door that led into the kitchen was kicked open and two men came in with handguns screaming and threatening everyone.
"What the fuck, Barry?" His stepfather shouted.
"What the fuck is right!" He shouted as he held up a white package. "I didn't spend fifty grand on two kilos of fucking flour!"
"That ain't flour, I cooked that batch up and sold it personally to you!"
"No, you sent your damn brat to deliver it!" He shouted back.
"He ain't my kid!"
"And I did as you told me." Wesley said. "You said they wouldn't think twice, plus we got the coke and the money now, at least that is what you told me."
"He's lying!"
Suddenly, the gun went off and the stepmother fell to the floor dead. That's when everything started to freeze all around Wesley. He felt the same, but his senses were making everything so aware to him. From the sound of the dripping faucet to the slow turning of the dealer's .38 as the cylinder turned for its next bullet.
Wesley decided to act, rather than sit around.
He grabbed the broken bottle and lunged after the man who had just killed his stepmother and jammed the broken glass into his throat, while the other dealer had just killed his stepfather. Wesley, quickly grabbed the dead dealer's gun and fired a round into the center of the other dealer's head. The sensation faded away and Wesley was now left alone and surrounded by death. He had no choice but to run away.
He grabbed the stash of money from the floor boards and the guns and ammo from the dealers. He then decided to get rid of the house and poured lighter fluid all over the places before stepping out on the porch.
He climbed underneath the stairs and grabbed the two kilos of coke and slipped it into his bag. He stood on the porch on last time before lighting a match and throwing it into the house. It didn't take long for everything to go up in flames.
From this point on there was no going back.
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Wesley fired his .45 ACP handgun at Antonio's men, but more were coming and he was down to four rounds, two throwing knives and his military knife. He managed to duck and dodge them up until one of them struck his bike, but now he was in an alleyway, hiding behind a dumpster.
"You shouldn't have crossed us, asshole!" The leader shouted as he readied his AK. "You are gonna get wasted now, boy!"
"Who are you calling boy, bitch!" Wesley shouted.
Just as the crew started to make their way down the alley way. Alex had leaped down from the fire escape and ambushed the whole squad. He swiped the rifle out of one grunts hand and smashed the butt of the rifle in the face of another grunt.
Wesley looked around from his cover to see Alex knocking in their heads. Wesley was ready to help him, but someone else beat him to the punch.
Labir leaped in with his wrist blades and he started hacking and slashing until he ran out of guys to kill. Wesley cautiously approached the two and they both greeted him.
"Hey, Wesley." They both said.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" He asked.
"We were just hanging out when Drake called us up and told us about how you were I trouble." Labir said. "Then we heard the shooting and well you know the rest."
"Okay, let's get the hell out of here then." Wesley said as he moved over to his bike. "They have a pickup truck. Help me load this up before we go."
"What happened to it?" Alex asked as he helped lift Wesley's bike.
"One of these pricks got off a lucky shot and struck my tire, good thing I was slowing down, otherwise I would have been flying across the damn city."
They helped load up the bike, but before he could get into the truck, Alex could sense that someone was standing behind them. Labir turned and he readied his blades as Ramsay fired his automatic shotguns at the group, causing them to break up.
Alex and Wesley didn't have any weapons that could match Ramsay's gun and Labir couldn't get close to him to kill him. Ramsay was not going to let anyone of them get close to him.
He reloaded his gun and pursued the three down another alleyway. Wesley's left leg was grazed, causing him to limp down the alley. Alex helped him while Labir took off ahead of them.
"Where the hell is Drake?" Labir snapped.
"I don't know, but he said he is on his way." Alex shouted back.
The three stumbled into a nearby building and barricaded it with whatever they could find. All they could do now was wait and hope that their team would come and help them.
They waited for three minutes before something crashed into the building. The three were knocked back when they realized they were now stuck in a room with an armored car with a mounted gun turret.
"What the flying fuck?" Wesley shouted.
The gun on top started to move and aimed at the three of them. Each shot from the fifty-caliber gun what like lightning cracking in the night. The three quickly ran as far as they could in the small room, but it was no use as the cannon started to make its way towards, Labir.
Before it could strike, Labir saw Laura climb on top of the armored car and stopped the gun with her bare hands. It still fired, but thanks to her strength it wasn't moving.
"You sure took your sweet ass time!" Labir shouted.
"I could let this gun finish the job if you'd prefer!" She shouted as she pulled out a shuriken. Labir backed off as he causally waved his hands.
"No, no, no I am good." He chuckled. "Continue."
Laura activated the explosive shuriken and when the gun stopped firing, she quickly threw it down the barrel and hopped off the car. The device blew up within the barrel and destroyed the gun, but the car was still moving. From inside, Ramsay put the car in reverse and pulled out of the building and he was ready to crash it into the building when he started taking on fire.
His tires were shot out and his motor was shot through. He was confused at first as he frantically looked at the monitors, only one of the cameras on the outside was shot out.
He looked at the monitor and he spotted Black Dragon standing before him wielding what looked like to him a modified version of a M134 Mingun. It was a mixture with black barrels, orange cylinders and red grips. Black Dragon grinned under his bandanna and he raised the minigun once again and unloaded it into the armored car, but after a few seconds the gun jammed and Ramsay quickly hopped out of the car and aimed his automatic shotgun at Drake, but before he could fire, Labir swooped in and sliced barrel in half.
Ramsay, stepped back and threw the gun at the young man, before being jumped by Laura. She was ready to stick him with one of her shuriken's, but he quickly grabbed her by the left arm and flipped her over his shoulder and slammed her hard on the ground.
Ramsay pulled out two bayonets from his belt and brought them down on the young woman, but she quickly blocked them by blocking on of his wrist with her foot and the other with her hand.
Alex leaped in and delivered a jump kick to Ramsay's lower back, pushing him away from Laura, but as soon as he went after him again, but Ramsay swiped his bayonet across the young boy's stomach. Alex screamed in pain and Ramsay raised his knife again to stab him until Labir and Wesley rushed after him and tackled him to the ground. Labir raised his blade to stab him in the face, but he missed striking the ground allowing Ramsay to headbutt him in the nose, knocking him off.
Wesley's leg was still wounded from the gunshot earlier and he couldn't put up much of a fight and eventually he was overpowered by Ramsay and was thrown off him. Ramsay managed to grab one of his pistols and he fired the remaining bullets at Jerry and Black Dragon.
He struck Dragon in the chest, but thanks to his body armor he was safe, but Jerry had dived toward Ramsay and kept his suppressed MAC-10 aimed at Ramsay.
"Now, you're gonna tell me everything I want to know!" He shouted at him.
Ramsay said nothing and very quickly threw his bayonet hat Jerry, striking his left shoulder. Jerry fell to the ground groaning in pain allowing Ramsay enough time to get up and run away. Jerry sat up and pulled his magnum from his holster and carefully aimed down the sights and finally fired a round at the retreating Ramsay.
The bullet struck Ramsay in his left ankle and he fell to the ground groaning in pain. He tried to shake it off and limp away, but the pain was too intense for him to get any farther.
It didn't take long for everyone to surround him.
Labir struck him in the shoulder with his blade and he slowly twisted it, but Ramsay wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of hearing him scream.
"Okay, tough guy, where is the Black Sky!" Labir shouted.
He said nothing, so Laura sent her fist into his stomach. Started spitting out blood and fell to his knees.
"Talk, or I swear to god a knife and a fist will be the least of your worries." Jerry warned.
"The warehouse." He groaned. "That's all I know. I never wanted to mess with that damn thing."
"Thing, what the hell are you talking about, what is it?" Drake asked.
"Something that could kill all of us." He chuckled. "What do you think you are going to do with it, hmm. Sell it, use it for yourself that's foolish. If the Hand does not kill you, the Black Sky will!"
"Well, I know what is going to kill you, asshole!" Labir sneered.
"Go ahead. The only regret I have is that I won't get to see the look on your face when the Hand kills you all!"
Labir ran his blade through his heart and then swiftly spun around swiping the blade across his throat. Ramsay bled out and the punks were now on the move.
"Sweet gun." Wesley commented. "What is it?"
"A modified minigun, but I like to call it, Armageddon." Drake snickered.
"Good, we'll need it if we are gonna take on these psychos."
