Cool Kid Saves the Cats
Chapter 9: Jaime the Destroyer Part 2
After screaming his name, Jamie jumps into the air and lunges straight at Cool Kid. A smirk, trying to hide the tears streaming from his eyes and rage burning through his mind, spreads across his face. He jumps into the air too and lunges directly at him, both now charging towards each other like fighter jets playing chicken. Except in this game there would be no chickens, only beasts and heroes.
Their arms violently clash together as they both try to karate chop each other's head. An explosion of wind is generated by the sheer power from their attacks colliding. The fire that was once consuming the van was put out entirely by the violent gust of wind. They both fall back to the ground, a few feet away from each other.
"I-Impossible…" Cool Kid says through the gaps in his heavy breathing. "H-How could you possibly know that move? Cool Cat taught it to me personally!"
Jaime starts to chuckle then bursts out laughing. "What are you mentally deformed or something? Did you not fucking recognize who I am!? Maybe this will help you remember…" He pulls out a paint can from his other back pocket and shakes it.
"W-wait...that paint can...and that name….Jaime...y-you're…."
"That's right you arrogant dipshit! I was but a little kid when I met Cool Cat himself. I was tricked by that cunt, Butch, into spray painting the wall, then he left me to get caught. Cool Cat saved me that day." He lets out another laugh. "And after that...he taught me all the moves he knows! That's right Cool Kid! I know every move Cool Cat taught you! You can't possibly surprise me! Now die!"
Before Cool Kid could say anything in return, Jaime charged at him with a near lligtning speed. Cool Kid lifted up his arms, and defended against every one of his karate chops, but each one left him more exhausted than the last. Thankfully, so was Jaime. After 10 more strikes, Jaime jumped back again to regain his breath, they both wipe the sweat from their foreheads.
"Before you go back to attacking me….answer some damn questions for me!"
Jaime smirks and chuckles a little more. "Until I get my energy back and break your head open….sure." He grins.
"First, if Cool Cat saved you that day and trained you, then why are you trying to stop me? I'm the one trying to save him!"
"Oh that's an easy one. I'm part of the group that captured him!"
Before Cool Kid could ask another question or even react, Jaime charged at him again, having already regained his breath. But before he can land another blow on him, Cool Kid grabs Jaime's hands mid air, then flips him over, causing Jaime to land behind him, in front of the police station.
"Ooooo, is that a new one? A move Cool Cat didn't teach you?"
Cool Kid wipes the sweat from his forehead again. "There's a lot Cool Cat didn't teach me...now, I think it's time for my next question!"
Jaime chuckles again then sighs. "Sure why not? Ask away!"
Cool Kid adjusts his sunglasses. "Since you blew up the station...and the bombs weren't on the outside….you must have been on the inside."
"Yeah….AND!?"
Cool Kid sighs. "Since you had to be on the inside...you had to see Tyrone, and I know you couldn't just leave him alone. So...what did you do to him?"
Jaime's eyes widen, then he bursts out laughing yet again. "Oh you wanna know!? Sure! Actually, better yet! I'll let you see! Take a look!" He steps to the side, and points towards the hole in the doorway of the police station. Right in the middle of the front desk, lies the decapitated head of Tyrone, covering the whole desk in blood red.
Cool Kid looks away, he can't bare to see one of his dearest friends treated so cruelly. He lost too many friends in this fight alone. He clenches his fist, then looks at him directly, ready to fight again.
"I guess you didn't like the answer huh? Oh well! Let's get on with round three baby! This is gonna be FUCKING AMAZ-"
"And for my third question…"
"T-Third question!? Nu-uh! You didn't earn a third question bitch! Get ready to have your stomach ripped open by my deadl-"
"You had someone else with you on that day."
:Jaime stops moving and looks at him. "W-What?"
"Glad I got your attention. When Butch tricked you into spray painting, and Cool Cat saved you, if my memory serves me, there was someone else there, a little kid, younger than you. What happened to him?"
Jaime looks at him for a solid 5 seconds without saying anything, before he starts to look around rapidly. "Ha….haha….him huh? He was my friend way back then….and...he was still my friend up till recently. Yeah...Cool Cat trained him too. He learned the same stuff I did. We were….you wanted to know what happened to him huh? Well I'll tell you...I'LL FUCKING TELL YOU! HE'S DEAD!"
Cool Kid stood back. He knew this would provoke a response, but not one of this caliber. Jaime, with tears starting to develop in his eyes, keeps going. "I..I….It was a few years ago...I made my first bomb….using the spray paint cans that I had grown so attached to. But I...I had to test it. I had to know what it could do! He was sleeping….and I placed it under his bed….left the room….and detonated it. I killed my own best friend! Just so I could see how good my bombs were….so I could stop you!"
Tears start to flow out of his eyes. But as soon as they do, Jaime starts laughing. "Ha...ha..ha...ha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm so glad I did it too! I became a destroyer after doing that! And thanks to his death, I'll finally be able to kill you!"
Cool Kid sighs then reaches a hand into his back pocket. "That's all I needed to hear." He pulls out the pistol from his pocket and fires one shot at him. Jaime laughs and easily dodges it.
"Wahahahaha! What was that? That was so bad! Why would you ever do anything as stupid as that!? Haven't you seen all of Cool Cat's movies about guns? There's no way he would teach you to do that!"
Cool Kid smirks and fixes his sunglasses again. "Didn't I tell you? There's a lot Cool Cat didn't teach me."
The bullet he fired bounces off of the metal surfaces that litter the destroyed entrance of the police station. It keeps richoching until it heads straight towards Tyrone's face. The bullet hits his right eye, and bounces off. It then makes a beeline straight for Jaime.
"By the way Jaime….you probably shouldn't keep your bombs in your back pocket like that." Before Jaime could react, the bullet pierces his back right pocket, striking the bomb, causing it to explode. The entire bottom half of Jamie's body explodes into small chunks of meat along with the bomb. Only his torso and the rest of his upper body remain in one whole piece as he lands hard on the pavement, next to Cool Kid.
"W-why did….did you...do that?" He coughs up blood. "I...I told you the bomb...would kill both of us."
Cool Kid looks at him, and adjusts his gloves. I knew that had to be a lie. After hearing your story about killing your friend, it was obvious you're a cowards. You were hoping to defeat me with hand to hand combat, hoping I was weak from two years of doing nothing. But if I was too powerful for you, you would have just blown me away."
"S-so pulling shit like that and-" He coughs violently, "playing dirty is okay when y-you do it!"
Cool Kid looks away. "No, I suppose not. But you took away a year of my life, and I'm guessing it was you or one of your friends who took away another year. And on top of that….you did that to Tyrone. If I'm going to win this war, it's obvious I need to stoop to your level."
Jaime looks at him then laughs through the blood pouring out through his mouth. "Heh….fair...enough…Tell that cunt Butch….so suck m-my…." Before he can finish his wish, his head hits the ground, blood pours into a thick pool around his body. Cool Kid had killed him.