AhChapter Nine: Bombs Away
(12:18am)
Sweat slowly dripped down the side of Miss Lockley's face, and she began to breath heavily. She was not sure at how much time they had left before the gate ahead of them shut and locked, but she didn't even want to think about it.
Hiro: "Damn! How much further!"
And with some ironic luck, as they rounded the next bend, they saw the gate. All four of them used the last of their energy and bolted for the gate. As soon as Gray got through the door, it slammed shut. Vince collapsed to the floor, and began to pant heavily. Hiro stumbled over to a near by dumpster and unleashed the contents of his stomach. Heather wiped the sweat off her face, and was sure she would faint.
Gray stood there, doubled over, breathing harshly. He seemed like a nice man, but of course; Starkweather seemed like a nice man...And really, could she trust either of these guys? Jesus...She couldn't even imagine if all three of them were convicted rapists...
Before she could give this much more thought, she heard Gray speak.
Jon: "Where the fuck are those damn Monkiez?"
Hiro looked away from the dumpster towards Gray, and had a bit of vomit on his chin which he brushed away. Vince looked up from the floor.
Vince: "Yeah...They should be on us by now..."
Starkweather: "Yeah, they would have been on you if they actually were chasing you. But since they weren't, I guess you four can relax for a couple of moments before the next scene."
Hiro: "Wait...There were no Monkiez running after us?"
Starkweather: "Ahaha...No, there weren't any Monkiez running after you...I just felt that you all should get a move on things...I don't want fourteen minutes of footage involving three guys and one girl walking through a dark tunnel...Sure, I could edit it out, but the sight of fear is so wonderful."
Vince: "You bas-" He stops abruptly in mid-sentence, and begins to wheeze and cough sporadically. When he appears to have recovered, he continues accordingly. "You bastard! You fuckin' cocksmith!"
Starkweather: "Ahaha! Cocksmith, that's a new one...Sounds like a good word to use from now on. Ahaha."
Hiro: "Screw you..."
Starkweather: "Anyways, consider this your...Break. Haha... Anyways, I'll contact you within the next half hour on what the next scene is. Until then, have fun wandering around...However, I do suggest you keep out of sight...You're in the Hoods' territory now. They aren't the sharpest tools in the shed, but they are dangerous..."
Vince: "Hoods again, eh?"
Hiro: "You know them?"
Vince: "This is where I started out..."
Hiro: "So anything we should know about them?"
Vince: "Just that they are stupid to high hell..."
Hiro reaches down, and promptly helps Vince up. Vince proceeds to wipe some dirt off his pants, and looks around...
Vince: "Alright...So what do we have in terms of weapons?"
Hiro: "Well...We have your .38, my nine, and this machete..."
Vince: "Ok..." Vince begins to root through his pockets. "It seems I got myself five bullets left for this thing. How much do you have, Hiro?"
Hiro: "Uh, one full clip, and one half clip."
Jon: "Oh boy..."
Heather: "Damnit..."
Vince: "Yeah...And unless things changed, the hoods don't have any guns."
Hiro: "Damnit...What do they have?"
Vince: "From what I saw, black jacks, wooden baseball bats, and crowbars..."
Jon: "Shit..."
Vince hands Hiro the machete, and Jon the .38.
Hiro: "What?"
Vince: "Hand Miss Lockley the .45...You get the machete, and I'll get the next weapon we find...And after that, the next weapon goes to Gray due to he has five shots left."
Hiro: "Uh, sure...Ok..."
Hiro hands Heather the gun.
Vince: "Do you know how to use that?"
Heater is looking down at the gun in her hand, sniffling...
Vince: "Hey!"
She looks upwards, and wipes a tear from her eye.
Heather: "Whu-?"
Vince: "Get a fuckin' hold of yourself, okay. This whole thing is fucked up, and I need you to stop crying so we can get out of this mess."
McRinehart meanwhile, had a few idle contemplations. This Vince fellow wasn't all bad- surely not considered to be quite as "demented" as he was, but still. Psh, "demented"- people just had no understanding for art anymore. You splatter paint all over a surface and it sells for millions, you do the same thing without paint and folks get edgy and call the cops. Speaking of whom, there was that Hiro fellow- Jon had an instant disdain for this man, as he was working with the same breed that put him away. And then, ladies and gents, we had here Ms. Lockley. Ms. Lockley was, for lack of better words, a sack of meat with a few prominent holes that he wishes to have fun with. As well a few that had yet to exist, but he wished to make.
Heather: "Alright..."
Vince: "Now, have you ever used a gun before?"
Heather: "Uh, yeah...I've used one before..."
Vince: "Good...Very good...Alright...Right now, we find a place to lay low until that fruit contacts us..."
All four of them walk into an abandoned building to their right. Jon looks at the floor, and sees several large rats running around. Again, idle thoughts are whizzing through the young man's head- ones such as "God fucking damn it, they're begging to be slaughtered." And general impatience regarding the fact that, for now, he could not kill anything without arousing suspicion. Then again, killing aroused more than suspicion- atleast for him.
After 15 minutes of silence, the radio crackles...
Starkweather: "Alright boys and girls, it's Showtime!"
Vince: "What do you want, Starkweather?"
Starkweather: "Well... I was considering of making a little "Action" movie for snuff, so here's the deal: There is a briefcase on the 3rd floor of this building... In that briefcase, there is a bomb. Now, I want one of you to grab that case, and take it to where I tell you to... Once it is there, the bomb will be deactivated."
Hiro: "You're shitting me..."
Jon: "A-...A bomb?"
What the fuck was this guy thinking?! A fuckin' bomb! How childish...
Heather: "Oh god..."
Vince: "What would the rest of us do?"
Starkweather: "Well, the another one of you will go and deal with a little problem...A group of Hoods has started a small turf war with a group of pricks known as The Skinz."
Hiro: "Shit...Those 'White Power' bastards you had me dealing with earlier?"
Starkweather: "That is correct, sir! Anyways, I want you to get there and kill every last one of those fucks...Hmm...Now lets see...I think Vince is capable of handling the bomb...And Jim can deal with the turf war."
Jon: "Huh? What the hell?!" And although it came out as if he were outraged about the situation as a whole, in truth he merely wished to have all the slaughter to himself.
Vince: "...Fine..."
Hiro: "You're a bastard..."
Starkweather: "Ahaha...Yeah, I get that a lot. Anyways, Vincent...I suggest you hurry, for time is running out."
And then there was silence.
Vince looked around quickly, and gave them a nod.
Vince: "You guys better survive..."
Vince runs towards the stairs, when he hears Heather call out to him.
Heather: "Vince!"
He turns around, and Heather runs up to him and hands him the gun and the extra clip
Heather: "Take care..."
Vince: "Heh...I will..."
(12:45 am)
Good...He was finally away from those bastards...Now he could do some good ol' fashioned killing...
Starkweather: "Jon, that was a wonderful act you pulled."
Jon: "I'm used to acting- mainly on trial. There isn't even a turf war, is there?" Inquisitive nature at work.
Starkweather: "Actually, there is. It all depended on what you decided to do...If Hiro went, and you stayed behind to have fun with Lockley, Hiro would be dealing with a big brawl right about now...But since you decided to take the job, I made it so you wont have to do that."
Jon: "How?"
Starkweather: "I like you Jon, I really do. You have the same interest as me, which is murder. And for that, I need you help."
Jon: "...I'm listening..." And damned if he wasn't.
Starkweather: "There is another one of you running around Carcer City...I want you to find him, and kill him when I say so."
Jon: "Why?"
Starkweather: "Well, he is a psychopath, which is well and good...But I'm afraid he and I aren't on the best of terms, and like Vince and Hiro, he will indeed kill me if ever we met. So, I want you to deal with him when the time comes..."
Jon: "Alright...But how do you plan on dealing with Hiro and Vince?"
Starkweather: "Oh, don't worry about that...A good friend of mine is going to deal with those two, and will set it up for you to rape Heather."
Jon: "Beautiful."
Starkweather: "Quite...Till then, entertain me...Kill as many of these fuckin' bastards as possible."
Jon: "You don't have to tell me."
So far it had been 3 minutes since he started this, and he had to waste 3 hoods along the way. He only hopped he wouldn't run into a lot of them...Would slow him down, and he really didn't want to be next to this fuckin' bomb when the timer ran dry.
Vince: "Shit!"
He ran at a very brisk pace. It would all be over soon. Apparently he was nearing the building where the bomb could be disarmed. Shit this sucks...
Hood: "HEY FUCKER!"
Out of nowhere, the bastard came up. He had a crowbar, and was soon greeted by a bullet right in his face. He fell over on his back as quickly as he jumped out, and had a short spasm. Vince ignored it, and just ran like hell. Shit...When would it blow? Fuck!
And there it was, the building. He ran to the door, and kicked it open.
It was a large locker room. A plain, large locker room...HOW THE FUCK COULD THIS PLACE DISARM A FUCKIN' BOMB!
But it was damp also...And smelled...Utterly reeked of gasoline...
Starkweather: "Oh good, you're here...Early in fact, I wasn't expecting you to make it here this quickly. Anyways, locker 101. Open it. In there you'll find a key and a disk. Use the key to open the briefcase, and stick the disk in the bomb."
Vince, without question, ran to locker 101. He tried to open it.
Starkweather: "Oh yeah, I almost forgot...The combo is 22-46-42"
Vince flipped the knob, and opened the door. Inside was exactly what Starkweather had said. He opened the case.
Inside was the bomb...It was C4; with what appeared to be a zip drive connected to the bomb. He looked at the timer, and it read 6:00, and was counting down. He grabbed the disk, and shoved it in...
And the timer jumped down to 10 seconds.
Vince: "Shit!"
With 7 seconds and counting remaining, he bolted for the exit.
It was the longest 7 seconds of his life. He was sure he would be 1 second too late, and feel the fire and shrapnel on his back. But he ran outside right when it exploded. It was a small explosion, which engulfed the room he was in on fire. He looked into the room, and stood there...
Starkweather: "Whoopsie! Guess I made a mistake! Ahahahahaha!"
Vince: "FUCK YOU!"
???: "Freeze, motherfucker!"
Vince stopped...
???: "Drop your fucking gun! Now!"
He dropped the gun, and turned around.
There stood the Cerberi. Five of them. Two of them had combat shotguns, two of them had M16s, and the leader had a Desert Eagle. The leader walked behind Vince, and pistol-whipped him in the back of the head...And there was blackness...
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(12:18am)
Sweat slowly dripped down the side of Miss Lockley's face, and she began to breath heavily. She was not sure at how much time they had left before the gate ahead of them shut and locked, but she didn't even want to think about it.
Hiro: "Damn! How much further!"
And with some ironic luck, as they rounded the next bend, they saw the gate. All four of them used the last of their energy and bolted for the gate. As soon as Gray got through the door, it slammed shut. Vince collapsed to the floor, and began to pant heavily. Hiro stumbled over to a near by dumpster and unleashed the contents of his stomach. Heather wiped the sweat off her face, and was sure she would faint.
Gray stood there, doubled over, breathing harshly. He seemed like a nice man, but of course; Starkweather seemed like a nice man...And really, could she trust either of these guys? Jesus...She couldn't even imagine if all three of them were convicted rapists...
Before she could give this much more thought, she heard Gray speak.
Jon: "Where the fuck are those damn Monkiez?"
Hiro looked away from the dumpster towards Gray, and had a bit of vomit on his chin which he brushed away. Vince looked up from the floor.
Vince: "Yeah...They should be on us by now..."
Starkweather: "Yeah, they would have been on you if they actually were chasing you. But since they weren't, I guess you four can relax for a couple of moments before the next scene."
Hiro: "Wait...There were no Monkiez running after us?"
Starkweather: "Ahaha...No, there weren't any Monkiez running after you...I just felt that you all should get a move on things...I don't want fourteen minutes of footage involving three guys and one girl walking through a dark tunnel...Sure, I could edit it out, but the sight of fear is so wonderful."
Vince: "You bas-" He stops abruptly in mid-sentence, and begins to wheeze and cough sporadically. When he appears to have recovered, he continues accordingly. "You bastard! You fuckin' cocksmith!"
Starkweather: "Ahaha! Cocksmith, that's a new one...Sounds like a good word to use from now on. Ahaha."
Hiro: "Screw you..."
Starkweather: "Anyways, consider this your...Break. Haha... Anyways, I'll contact you within the next half hour on what the next scene is. Until then, have fun wandering around...However, I do suggest you keep out of sight...You're in the Hoods' territory now. They aren't the sharpest tools in the shed, but they are dangerous..."
Vince: "Hoods again, eh?"
Hiro: "You know them?"
Vince: "This is where I started out..."
Hiro: "So anything we should know about them?"
Vince: "Just that they are stupid to high hell..."
Hiro reaches down, and promptly helps Vince up. Vince proceeds to wipe some dirt off his pants, and looks around...
Vince: "Alright...So what do we have in terms of weapons?"
Hiro: "Well...We have your .38, my nine, and this machete..."
Vince: "Ok..." Vince begins to root through his pockets. "It seems I got myself five bullets left for this thing. How much do you have, Hiro?"
Hiro: "Uh, one full clip, and one half clip."
Jon: "Oh boy..."
Heather: "Damnit..."
Vince: "Yeah...And unless things changed, the hoods don't have any guns."
Hiro: "Damnit...What do they have?"
Vince: "From what I saw, black jacks, wooden baseball bats, and crowbars..."
Jon: "Shit..."
Vince hands Hiro the machete, and Jon the .38.
Hiro: "What?"
Vince: "Hand Miss Lockley the .45...You get the machete, and I'll get the next weapon we find...And after that, the next weapon goes to Gray due to he has five shots left."
Hiro: "Uh, sure...Ok..."
Hiro hands Heather the gun.
Vince: "Do you know how to use that?"
Heater is looking down at the gun in her hand, sniffling...
Vince: "Hey!"
She looks upwards, and wipes a tear from her eye.
Heather: "Whu-?"
Vince: "Get a fuckin' hold of yourself, okay. This whole thing is fucked up, and I need you to stop crying so we can get out of this mess."
McRinehart meanwhile, had a few idle contemplations. This Vince fellow wasn't all bad- surely not considered to be quite as "demented" as he was, but still. Psh, "demented"- people just had no understanding for art anymore. You splatter paint all over a surface and it sells for millions, you do the same thing without paint and folks get edgy and call the cops. Speaking of whom, there was that Hiro fellow- Jon had an instant disdain for this man, as he was working with the same breed that put him away. And then, ladies and gents, we had here Ms. Lockley. Ms. Lockley was, for lack of better words, a sack of meat with a few prominent holes that he wishes to have fun with. As well a few that had yet to exist, but he wished to make.
Heather: "Alright..."
Vince: "Now, have you ever used a gun before?"
Heather: "Uh, yeah...I've used one before..."
Vince: "Good...Very good...Alright...Right now, we find a place to lay low until that fruit contacts us..."
All four of them walk into an abandoned building to their right. Jon looks at the floor, and sees several large rats running around. Again, idle thoughts are whizzing through the young man's head- ones such as "God fucking damn it, they're begging to be slaughtered." And general impatience regarding the fact that, for now, he could not kill anything without arousing suspicion. Then again, killing aroused more than suspicion- atleast for him.
After 15 minutes of silence, the radio crackles...
Starkweather: "Alright boys and girls, it's Showtime!"
Vince: "What do you want, Starkweather?"
Starkweather: "Well... I was considering of making a little "Action" movie for snuff, so here's the deal: There is a briefcase on the 3rd floor of this building... In that briefcase, there is a bomb. Now, I want one of you to grab that case, and take it to where I tell you to... Once it is there, the bomb will be deactivated."
Hiro: "You're shitting me..."
Jon: "A-...A bomb?"
What the fuck was this guy thinking?! A fuckin' bomb! How childish...
Heather: "Oh god..."
Vince: "What would the rest of us do?"
Starkweather: "Well, the another one of you will go and deal with a little problem...A group of Hoods has started a small turf war with a group of pricks known as The Skinz."
Hiro: "Shit...Those 'White Power' bastards you had me dealing with earlier?"
Starkweather: "That is correct, sir! Anyways, I want you to get there and kill every last one of those fucks...Hmm...Now lets see...I think Vince is capable of handling the bomb...And Jim can deal with the turf war."
Jon: "Huh? What the hell?!" And although it came out as if he were outraged about the situation as a whole, in truth he merely wished to have all the slaughter to himself.
Vince: "...Fine..."
Hiro: "You're a bastard..."
Starkweather: "Ahaha...Yeah, I get that a lot. Anyways, Vincent...I suggest you hurry, for time is running out."
And then there was silence.
Vince looked around quickly, and gave them a nod.
Vince: "You guys better survive..."
Vince runs towards the stairs, when he hears Heather call out to him.
Heather: "Vince!"
He turns around, and Heather runs up to him and hands him the gun and the extra clip
Heather: "Take care..."
Vince: "Heh...I will..."
(12:45 am)
Good...He was finally away from those bastards...Now he could do some good ol' fashioned killing...
Starkweather: "Jon, that was a wonderful act you pulled."
Jon: "I'm used to acting- mainly on trial. There isn't even a turf war, is there?" Inquisitive nature at work.
Starkweather: "Actually, there is. It all depended on what you decided to do...If Hiro went, and you stayed behind to have fun with Lockley, Hiro would be dealing with a big brawl right about now...But since you decided to take the job, I made it so you wont have to do that."
Jon: "How?"
Starkweather: "I like you Jon, I really do. You have the same interest as me, which is murder. And for that, I need you help."
Jon: "...I'm listening..." And damned if he wasn't.
Starkweather: "There is another one of you running around Carcer City...I want you to find him, and kill him when I say so."
Jon: "Why?"
Starkweather: "Well, he is a psychopath, which is well and good...But I'm afraid he and I aren't on the best of terms, and like Vince and Hiro, he will indeed kill me if ever we met. So, I want you to deal with him when the time comes..."
Jon: "Alright...But how do you plan on dealing with Hiro and Vince?"
Starkweather: "Oh, don't worry about that...A good friend of mine is going to deal with those two, and will set it up for you to rape Heather."
Jon: "Beautiful."
Starkweather: "Quite...Till then, entertain me...Kill as many of these fuckin' bastards as possible."
Jon: "You don't have to tell me."
So far it had been 3 minutes since he started this, and he had to waste 3 hoods along the way. He only hopped he wouldn't run into a lot of them...Would slow him down, and he really didn't want to be next to this fuckin' bomb when the timer ran dry.
Vince: "Shit!"
He ran at a very brisk pace. It would all be over soon. Apparently he was nearing the building where the bomb could be disarmed. Shit this sucks...
Hood: "HEY FUCKER!"
Out of nowhere, the bastard came up. He had a crowbar, and was soon greeted by a bullet right in his face. He fell over on his back as quickly as he jumped out, and had a short spasm. Vince ignored it, and just ran like hell. Shit...When would it blow? Fuck!
And there it was, the building. He ran to the door, and kicked it open.
It was a large locker room. A plain, large locker room...HOW THE FUCK COULD THIS PLACE DISARM A FUCKIN' BOMB!
But it was damp also...And smelled...Utterly reeked of gasoline...
Starkweather: "Oh good, you're here...Early in fact, I wasn't expecting you to make it here this quickly. Anyways, locker 101. Open it. In there you'll find a key and a disk. Use the key to open the briefcase, and stick the disk in the bomb."
Vince, without question, ran to locker 101. He tried to open it.
Starkweather: "Oh yeah, I almost forgot...The combo is 22-46-42"
Vince flipped the knob, and opened the door. Inside was exactly what Starkweather had said. He opened the case.
Inside was the bomb...It was C4; with what appeared to be a zip drive connected to the bomb. He looked at the timer, and it read 6:00, and was counting down. He grabbed the disk, and shoved it in...
And the timer jumped down to 10 seconds.
Vince: "Shit!"
With 7 seconds and counting remaining, he bolted for the exit.
It was the longest 7 seconds of his life. He was sure he would be 1 second too late, and feel the fire and shrapnel on his back. But he ran outside right when it exploded. It was a small explosion, which engulfed the room he was in on fire. He looked into the room, and stood there...
Starkweather: "Whoopsie! Guess I made a mistake! Ahahahahaha!"
Vince: "FUCK YOU!"
???: "Freeze, motherfucker!"
Vince stopped...
???: "Drop your fucking gun! Now!"
He dropped the gun, and turned around.
There stood the Cerberi. Five of them. Two of them had combat shotguns, two of them had M16s, and the leader had a Desert Eagle. The leader walked behind Vince, and pistol-whipped him in the back of the head...And there was blackness...
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