Arthour's note:
Hey their readers. Sorry about time (again) but schools been hard and sending me lots of work. Happy Reading y'all!
End of Arhur's not.
Tails (disguised as Vladimir the human) was sitting in the school cafeteria. In front of him was Infront of him sat a lunch tray. He was barley able to hold down the vegan "health-food" smoothie that the school served. Tails scoffed loudly as he drank it. This was just a nother instance of Eggman's tyranny, forcing diets onto the citizens of his state. The government claimed that it would be goose for them, but everyone with a brain new the reel reason. By depraving any potential resistors of the inalienable nutrients which could only come from the meat of the animals of Mobius. He would weaken everyone to keep himself on top. What a disgrace.
Around Tails sat the other members of the gang. Anthony sat to his left, Fiona was across from him, and Dwight sat to the right hand side of her. Between Vladimir and Dwight was Wilhelm's empty chair. He was sitting there before, but was now shitting his brains out in the school's filfthy bathroom. Vladimir could hear his grunts from a separate room. It ruined his a petite, which was why he had only gotten a smoothie.
"So, balk me throw you're operations." Vladimir said to the group. "How much dope do you make? Where? Why? How?"
"Well, we don't not really make any.'" Dwight confessed. "We buy 'em all from other gangs, mostly Scourge's. "
A puzzled look dashed through Vladimir's furry yellow face.
"Well them," the yellow man declared, "how do you make money?"
"We transport it to the other parts of the city that he ain't in." Anthony rolled. "Plus we mark up the price."
"Well why Scourge?" the Yellow boy once more inquired.
"Oh, well he gives us a discount." Anthony said. "We got a good professional relationship, but it's mostly cause he and Fiona are dating."
Vladimir gasped in shook! Dwight turned around on his backless chair and began to hug himself, while making kissing sounds. Fiona blushed.
"SMOOCHIE SMOO0OOCHIE!" Dwight shouted.
"It's nothing much." Fiona told the table of gangsters. "It's just a political romance. The dating strengthens our group's bonds. and makes 's like old time Europe."
Tails rubbed his furry chin. Then, he got up.
"Well them, I'll go introduce me myself and I to him." Said Vladimir. "Any of you want two come with?"
They all got up and nodded. They left a note for Whilhelm so he would know what happened when he got out of his tormenting bathroom session. Vladimir saltily sauntered over to Scourage's table. Scourge sat at the head, flanked by his lieutenants and in forcers. In front of each of them, was a vegan smoothy. Vlad and the boys saw that they were adding some form of alcohol to it. Then they throughely inned a match and lit it on it so that it. He chugged down the entire drink in one fell swoop. Tails recoiled a bite when he sae this. These people were hard.
"Whaddya want?" Scourage gruffed out. He shoveled food into his mouth like he was fueling a train.
"We've got a new gangster in the gang." shouted Anthony. "He wants to meat ya since your our business partner."
Scourge unleashed a steer unto Vladimir. Sweat oozed out of the foxes armpits. His look was undressing. Scourge could undress him of all of his clothes, move the fur aside, strip off all of his skin, dig throught the meat, and break open a bone, seeing the bone marrow without even getting up. A swallow flew done Vladimir's throat.
"Come." The green monster commanded.
Immediately Dwight scurried forward.
"What is its, sir?" Dwight asked with reverence that should only be reserved for the Lord and Savior.
"From know on things are gonna be changing." Scourge said like a gremlin. "Ontop of what I'm already costing you for the drugs, I'm going to be charging a subscription surface. It'll be 545 American dollars each month."
"What?" asked Dwight, looking like he just got slapped and then backhand by his mother.
"You heard me." spat Scourge, "it's the only way that we've can afford this. Eggman is cracking down on us. I wanna make this work for you."
"You…. you really care about us?" Dwight said, his eyes wide with wonder.
Scourge kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backwards.
"No you fucking idiot." seethed Scorge. "I don't give a single shit about you. I only care about you're punny little gang since my girlfriends in it."
"Hey!" Vladimir shouted. "Don't touch him!"
Scourge snacked Vladir across his own face.
"Listen hear, newblood." Scourage said, like he was explaining to a child why the clouds did not fall from the sky, killing everyone in a spectatic glory, "I'm the Big Boss around here. All of you are nothing compared to me. Now you're place!"
The gang slunked away back to there're lunch table. Wilhelm was still in the bathroom. Tail's looked sullied.
"Well that went pretty well." said Anthony. "I guess we'll have to pay more now."
"What are you smoking?" Vladimir asked in shock. "Well? WELL?"
"Vlad, I get your knew." said Anthony. "But this is just the way things work and Scourge is. He's got one of them gruff outsides."
"He doesn't car about any of you!" Vladimir protested.
"He cares about FIona." Dwight said, pointing at her like a hitchhiker. She blushed. "The dating might be political, but the love is all real."
"I doubt that!" Vladimir shout with a jump. "He didn't even cast a glare at her. He doesn't give a shit about Fiona and never has. Not when they started dating, not now, and not ever. To him you are less than the dirt below his feet, or the feces in the bathroom. He just wants to own her."
The gang thought about that. Doubt began to seep through their faces like a wet sponge being squeezed by a muscular arm attached to a body builder washing the dishes with the sponge. Vladimir new he had them on the ropes now.
"What has he really given you?" Vladimir demanded. "I don't see gotta ring around her finger. There ain't no gold chains choking her neck. He's easily making at least twenty two thousand five hundred Rings each and every day. Why ain't he sharing any of that?"
The gang looked defeated. They started off into space. Salvia dripped from their mouths slowly. It was as if their purpose, their meaning had been ripped form them. Tails had befuddled them! He gave himself a high five for winning the conversation.
"So whatta we gonna do now?" asked Dwight.
Vladimir eyed around the eating place carefully, seeing who was listening in. He saw that Scourage had a small pair of golden binoculars which he held up with a Pole, and was staring back right at them.
"Not here." Vladimir declared like it was 1776. "Theres to many witnesses all about. We'll do it at Fiona's house."
"Ohh come on, man." Dwight said. "You ain't gonna tell us anything?"
"No, you will all need to wait." Tails said.
"C'mon dude" said Anthony "At minimum give us a hint."
"No! No hints!" Vlad declared finally. "We can't have anyone hear about this plan. I am sorry, but y'all will need to wait. Comprede?"
"Comprede." said Dwight in bad Spainsh. Like most classes, Dwight was failing Spainish big time. He refused to study, instead partying a doing drugs. He had to cheat just to maintain his 45.89 Percent Average.
Just then, Wilhelm sauntered back, clutching his stomach with both hands. He was all hunched over like a zombie as he shambled toward the table.
"Heh…Hey guys." He breathed "You do NOT want to go in their. Why I miss?"
"Well, we was introducing Vlad over here to how we operate." Dwight said. "We meat up with Courage."
"Really? We didn't have an appointment scheduled until 2 weeks ahead." said Wilhelm "What happened next."
"Well, we had a talking too with him." said Vladimir. "I was able to asstsutley realize that he dosen't care about any of y'all."
"Dosen't care about us?" Wilhem asked in disbelief, scratching his head. "What makes you think that?"
"Everything is all business to him." explained Vladimir. "He treats people like non-conscientious objects. He'll kill all of us the very second before we even think about stopping out our line."
Wilhelm scratched his chine with his palm before asking his next question.
"So what are we gonna do then?" asked Wilhelm, his voice raspberry.
"Vlad won't tell us." said Anthony. "He ain't given us anything at all. Not the slightest morsel."
"Not even a single hint?" asked old Willy, confused.
"Nope, no hints." replied Dwight. "No hits at all."
"Seriously!" shouted Wilhelm. "Why? I want a hint!"
"Because people are listening." Tails said, motioning with his arms all around him. "Any one of them could be a plant for Scourge. If he finds out about my plan, them hell put ant end tore it. After that, the these going to go to all of you're homes, every last one, and sneak a bullet between you're ears. Do ya want that? DO YOU?"
Vladimir's shout could be heard from around the cafeteria. It was super intimate dating!
"I guess not." WIlhelm said gruffly. Wilhelm picked up a carrot and bit off it's head, before spitting it out. He then began to eat it properly.
After school, the gang wheat two Fiona's house. The illegal group then went into her basement so that they could plot and scheme out their next move to counter Gorge.
"If we separate from Scourge as the snake separates itself from it's own skin and hide," Vladimir began poetically, "We will need near total economics independence."
"What does that mean?" asked Dwight like an iodine.
"It means we gotta stop buying & selling with his Gang of Hooligans, thugs, and Criminals" Vladime reptile. "Then we're gonna secure our own stash of Goodies."
"What does that mean?" asked Dwight and Anthony at the same time.
Vladimir laid out a map of the town (knothole) on the table in Fiona's basement.
"We need to declare our independence," Vladimir stated. "To do that we need land gore the crops."
"Well, what about that land?" asked Anthony the tiger, pointing at the map.
"No can doe." Said tails, shaking his head. "That's already claimed by a separate gang."
"Well howe about hear?" asked Dwight, pointing to a separate portion of the map.
"Or they're!" repeated Whilehm, but this time point to a different patch of land.
"Taken, taken, taken, taken." Vladimir calmly. "All the private property that Eggman hasn't yet got his grubby little fuzzy mets on with his Socialization is already claimed by a bigger gang. That's why we ain't gonna strike they're."
Anthony looked confused. He slightly tilted his head and began to scratch it with his tiger claws.
"So where are we gonna hit?" Anthony shouted.
Vladimir took out a steak knife and inserted it into a map.
"They're!" Vlad proclaimed, pressing his knife inro toe the map.
"But Vlad, my man," said Dwight. "That land's owned by the government."
"Eaxactly. It got forcibly 'Collectivized' when Eggman took over." Vladimir explained. "Know we are going to liberate it. They won't be expecting it, so we will have the element of surprise."
Murmurs of approval shot throw the gang like Han Solo. This was the best plan that they got. So they began to prepare. Vladimir began to hand out Sturmgeweher 44 Assault Rifles and ZK-383 machine guns to the gang.
"Know, guys and females," Vladimir began, as Fiona drove Anthony's parents minivan to the farmhouse, "be sure to not damage the property toe much. We are to capture it. Intact."
"Eye" said Fiona.
"Eye" said Anthonny
"Eye" said Dwight
"Eye" said Wilhelm.
They were all in agreement. When they got their in the debt of knight, they silently scurried out. Robot guards were swarming the land. Vladimir krept silently along.
KKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK!
A twig exploded united him. Suddenly, a group of robots had spotted them. There were 8 of them. They had eight spider legs, a blaster arm, and an arm with a buzz saw attached that was 1 yard in diameter give or take.
"FIRE FIRE FIRE!" Vladimir shouted, directing his hands towards the robots.
A hail of bullets and rocks flew there own special way towards the gaurds. Holes were created in the metal hide of these metallic monsters, which were then filled with the hot blitz of bullets.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppp….
One robert shreiked as he slowly powered down. (The Beep gets less loud as the beep beeps. This is cause the robot is loosing power). It like was like the the final gunshot of World War #2 as Hitler was executed by patriotic Americans.
Four more robots felled before the gang. The metals corpses were piilling up up by the dozens as more and more robots arrived to defend the farm. Suddenly, Vladimir heard ass cream behind him. He turned to see Fiona sprawled out on the grass. The robot was lowering it's saw into her face.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooo?" Vladimir screamed as he rushed over.
Vladimir hopped on the robot's back and frantically began to rewire it to shut the bastard done. But the metallic monster man noticed this, and tried to elimate him. But it was like trying to scratch yo're back: There's always a stop you cannot reach. Vladimir was like a deranged, rabid monkey as he rapidly changed position on his advisory. Finally, he found the red wire, and pulled it out.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppp….
said the robot which was attacking the fox as it powered done.
"You OK?" Tails shouted as he scurried down to check on Fiona. His heart was racing. She had to be okay, she just had to be. Relief flooded throw every last fiber of his immortal soul as he saw her face. It was bloody, bruised, but intact. The saw had rot reached her.
"I'm fine." Said Fiona, her voice revibrating throw Vladimir's bones. "I little mess-"
But then she was interrupted by a shout from Anthony.
"There's too many!" Anthony shouted. "Need help!"
"Cover me!" shouted Dwight "Cover me!"
"They're swarming on my position!" also shouted Whilem "I need reinforcements."
"We can't be in the places at once!" Vladimir said worriedly. Would he have to chose a friend to die? It felt like his head was tarring itself apart.
"Save WilhelM!" said one voice like a sergeant
"No, do Anthony!" Said a female voice
"Nuh-oh, Dwight deserves to leave!" shouted his conscience.
Vladimir shoved his face into his fingers. His mind was being pulled in abby single direction. He needed to save his allies, but that would be an impossible chalice. He pulled out his hair, he beat his chest. His heart was racing. What was Vlad gonna do? Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind like corn.
He raced over to the Robert who was trying to assasinate Fiona. He frantically pulled at wires, unscrewed plating, and philled switches. Slowly, the battle behemoth arose from it's soily grave. Fiona gave a shreik of terror, but Tails alaid a calming hand on her furry little solider. They exchanged a simile befour Vladimir crawled onto the back of the machine and began to operate it. He fiddled with some wires, and fiddled with somme wires to cause it to lurch forward.
The friendly robot unleashed bolt after bolt of blaster firing, knocking off several of his old time comrades. It took the damn chrome downs a few minutes to realize what the hell was happening, allowing the programmed robot to destroy them before they could react. Vladimir gave out a shout of pure joyous appraising wonder. This was echoed by his comrades in crime. The whole gang was puppeting there fists into their air and screaming. The battle was one. Dwight and Anthony both unleashed a hail of bull its in to the air in celebration.
"YESH!" screamed Willhelm, "Who didz it? We didz it!"
Fiona went back to the farmhouse and came back with 6 jugs of grape-rasberry flavoured whiskey. Anthony and Wilhelm when and immediately began to gorge themselves in the liquid courage. Reddish purple coloring was smeared all of over there faces and stained their fur. Fiona and Tails also drank, but less and with restraint. They each stopped after two and one and one half glasses of the horrid drink. Dwight attempted to chug an entire 6 gallon jug, but slipped and spilt it. While the jug was falling, it hit his head and knocked him out cold. The gang got him medical attention after they were down partying like aniamals.
"So, what now?" Anthony burped liquidly out between gulpers. "What's your plan."
"I'll reprogram the farming robots to suite our neds." Vladimir said. "They'll be growing weed instead carrots and potatoes now."
"Grand ida!" declared Wilhelm. "They can farm while we're at school. This should triple out production!"
"What if Eggman tries to take the farm back?" asked Fiona.
"Or what if Scorge found out and wants to take out the competition?" asked Wilhelm.
"Or what if the damn coppers find out and attempt to attest us?" asked the Tiger.
"I'll reprogram all the combat slash defensive robots to protect this here land and us." explained Tails. "They will make sweet meat out of any attackers."
A murmur of agreement passted through the group of gangsters, besides Dwight, who snored because he was still knocked out.
"I'll also be making a lab for myself somewhere underground hear." said Vladimir. "Their I'll be able to work on some…expiraments."
Vladimir sipped form his coup of acholohl. He could already imagine how they would transform this plot of land into the capital of a criminal empire. The future looked blight for them… and dark for their clients!
Arthur's note:
Hey guys, it's me again. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Again, any one who wants to critique, comment, or anything is welcome. I'll take anything from character ideas to plot points and things like that. See ya nest time!
End of Arthur's note.