(A/N: Umm....Happy {Insert Religious Holiday Here}, and read my crap! Thank you! Last chapter. Hope you enjoyed it.)
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"Yeah!" Piranha yelled up to Slate, finishing up her tag, "This is just what we needed, you know? I hope the others are having this much fun."
Slate was lazily grinding about. Or at least she thought he was. She hadn't heard or seen him for about an hour, now. He had given his cans to Piranha, saying that he didn't "feel like it". "Aren't you done yet?" he called down to her snippily, "I'm sure the others are waitin' for us at the garage by now."
"OK, OK." she looked up, surprised. Where had he come from? "I'm almost out of paint anyway, grouchy. Let's go."
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Gum stood by the bus terminal impatiently, checking her wrist radio every two seconds. "Why isn't he back yet?" she asked, "it's been like a half an hour." Then, out of nowhere....
"HEY GUM! HEADS UP!" Beat yelled as he whizzed by her head, about 5 feet in front of her and screeching to a halt. "Scared ya, huh?" he said with a smirk.
"Where were you?!?!" she shot at him, shaking a bit, "I've been waiting out here for like 30 minutes. You said you had to go do something really quick. And speaking of, what were you doing?"
"Oh, umm," he muttered nervously, "I just went to go make sure that Noise Tank was gone, and I cleaned up a little bit of his mess." he added, tossing his paint can up and catching it, a newfound grin on his face.
"Well, whatever," she said, suspicion still lingering on her mind, "What say we get back to the garage? See how Mew's holding up?"
"Um....no, no I don't think that's a good idea. It's still early. C'mon, just another hour or so, huh? What do you say?"
"Well....alright, I guess. Where do you want to go?"
"How 'bout Benten? Pay back them gearheads for taggin' on our turf, huh?"
"Alright then," Gum smirked at him, the suspicion erased now, "lead the way."
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Piranha opened the makeshift 2x4 plank door that Slate and Combo had put together the night before. "Hello?" she called, "Mew? Where'd you go off to?"
"She's probably still upstairs. Go check on her. I'ma get something to eat. I'm famished."
Piranha giggled as she began to make her way up the steps. "Pig!" she called down to him playfully. She made her way down the hall, heading straight to Beat's room. The door was open a crack, and she peeked inside like she was trying to see something inside without being seen. Seeing nothing but a bland white wall, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. You'd think she couldn't scream that loud twice in such a short period of time.....
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Slate loved cookies. More than anything else. Give him a plate of Chips Ahoy! and a glass of milk, maybe a few games on the GGs new pachinko machine, and he was set. These thoughts ran through his head as he dug through the sparsely packed pantry. "Man, Combo better not have eaten all my cookies. I'll ki-...." he broke off, coughed, correcting himself, as if he had bumped into someone. "....My cookies better be here.......AHA!"
On this, a scream erupted from upstairs, threatening to tear the moon from it's place in the sky, sending it running for it's life and clutching it's ears. "Piranha....PIRANHA! HOLD ON!" Slate yelled as he dashed like mad into the main room, up the stairs, and into Beat's room. "Oh....oh my god."
Piranha turned, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, and buried her face into Slate's shoulder. "Mew....Mew...."
It was simply one of the most disgusting things Piranha had ever seen. Worse than Garam and Tab's murders by far. This wasn't murder. It was pure mutilation. Mew had been lynched, her lifeless body dangling from a hook on the ceiling. Her calves and stomach had been sliced vertically open, and blood still continued to drip from them, and if it had not been for her clothes her bowels would have been accompanied the mass amounts of blood on the floor. Lastly, there was an arrow that had a note stuck through it. The arrow was in Mew's heart.......
"Hello? Mew? Anybody home?" a deep voice called up. Combo. Cube was no doubt with her. It was now or never. They would surely be suspicious. Slate reached into his overcoat pocket, looking down to Piranha. "Goodbye," he whispered, putting the object to her temple. Then he pulled the trigger.
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"C'mon, Beat, I'm getting really tired. Can we go home yet?" Gum was leaning up against a streetlamp, slumped over, trying to catch her breath, while Beat was finishing up his "Beat This" tag on the side of a nearby bus. Then, a loud bang, like an engine backfire rang out. But they knew immediately what it was. Beat stopped his tag. Gum stood straight up, suddenly not very tired. They skated as fast as they could.
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"What the hell was that?!?" Combo and Cube's heads whipped toward the stairway, hearing first one, then another shot shatter the relative silence of the GG HQ. The two rudies looked at each other, their faces twisted in surprise, before Combo let out a gasp. "Mew!" was all he said as he tromped clumsily up the steps, Cube following close behind. The two burst into Beat's room, looking around at the chaotic scene before them. They saw a mutilated Mew hanging by her neck from the ceiling, Piranha slumped on the ground, gore and blood on the wall and floor near her, Slate laying incapacitated on the ground, blood flowing from a wound in his stomach, and an unconscious Yo-Yo lying slumped against the closet, a small pistol in his hand.
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We let the Keisatsu take care of Yo-Yo, the murderous bastard. We reported the murders, and left Yo-Yo somewhere where the Keisatsu could easily find him. The final death toll was four. Garam, Tab, Mew and Piranha. We found a note on Mew's body, but didn't even bother to read it. Combo burned it. Man, Slate sure was lucky. How he survived that gunshot I'll never know. Last we heard, Yo-Yo was serving a life sentence, and because of his past as a rudie, the state was pushing for the death penalty. When we heard this, it took a tremendous weight off all of our shoulders. With his capture, so concludes the freaky murders. That song. The notes. Everything. So concludes the diary of a madman......
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(A/N: .......R&R or the orange chinchillas will be pissed.....heh.)
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"Yeah!" Piranha yelled up to Slate, finishing up her tag, "This is just what we needed, you know? I hope the others are having this much fun."
Slate was lazily grinding about. Or at least she thought he was. She hadn't heard or seen him for about an hour, now. He had given his cans to Piranha, saying that he didn't "feel like it". "Aren't you done yet?" he called down to her snippily, "I'm sure the others are waitin' for us at the garage by now."
"OK, OK." she looked up, surprised. Where had he come from? "I'm almost out of paint anyway, grouchy. Let's go."
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Gum stood by the bus terminal impatiently, checking her wrist radio every two seconds. "Why isn't he back yet?" she asked, "it's been like a half an hour." Then, out of nowhere....
"HEY GUM! HEADS UP!" Beat yelled as he whizzed by her head, about 5 feet in front of her and screeching to a halt. "Scared ya, huh?" he said with a smirk.
"Where were you?!?!" she shot at him, shaking a bit, "I've been waiting out here for like 30 minutes. You said you had to go do something really quick. And speaking of, what were you doing?"
"Oh, umm," he muttered nervously, "I just went to go make sure that Noise Tank was gone, and I cleaned up a little bit of his mess." he added, tossing his paint can up and catching it, a newfound grin on his face.
"Well, whatever," she said, suspicion still lingering on her mind, "What say we get back to the garage? See how Mew's holding up?"
"Um....no, no I don't think that's a good idea. It's still early. C'mon, just another hour or so, huh? What do you say?"
"Well....alright, I guess. Where do you want to go?"
"How 'bout Benten? Pay back them gearheads for taggin' on our turf, huh?"
"Alright then," Gum smirked at him, the suspicion erased now, "lead the way."
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Piranha opened the makeshift 2x4 plank door that Slate and Combo had put together the night before. "Hello?" she called, "Mew? Where'd you go off to?"
"She's probably still upstairs. Go check on her. I'ma get something to eat. I'm famished."
Piranha giggled as she began to make her way up the steps. "Pig!" she called down to him playfully. She made her way down the hall, heading straight to Beat's room. The door was open a crack, and she peeked inside like she was trying to see something inside without being seen. Seeing nothing but a bland white wall, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. You'd think she couldn't scream that loud twice in such a short period of time.....
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Slate loved cookies. More than anything else. Give him a plate of Chips Ahoy! and a glass of milk, maybe a few games on the GGs new pachinko machine, and he was set. These thoughts ran through his head as he dug through the sparsely packed pantry. "Man, Combo better not have eaten all my cookies. I'll ki-...." he broke off, coughed, correcting himself, as if he had bumped into someone. "....My cookies better be here.......AHA!"
On this, a scream erupted from upstairs, threatening to tear the moon from it's place in the sky, sending it running for it's life and clutching it's ears. "Piranha....PIRANHA! HOLD ON!" Slate yelled as he dashed like mad into the main room, up the stairs, and into Beat's room. "Oh....oh my god."
Piranha turned, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, and buried her face into Slate's shoulder. "Mew....Mew...."
It was simply one of the most disgusting things Piranha had ever seen. Worse than Garam and Tab's murders by far. This wasn't murder. It was pure mutilation. Mew had been lynched, her lifeless body dangling from a hook on the ceiling. Her calves and stomach had been sliced vertically open, and blood still continued to drip from them, and if it had not been for her clothes her bowels would have been accompanied the mass amounts of blood on the floor. Lastly, there was an arrow that had a note stuck through it. The arrow was in Mew's heart.......
"Hello? Mew? Anybody home?" a deep voice called up. Combo. Cube was no doubt with her. It was now or never. They would surely be suspicious. Slate reached into his overcoat pocket, looking down to Piranha. "Goodbye," he whispered, putting the object to her temple. Then he pulled the trigger.
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"C'mon, Beat, I'm getting really tired. Can we go home yet?" Gum was leaning up against a streetlamp, slumped over, trying to catch her breath, while Beat was finishing up his "Beat This" tag on the side of a nearby bus. Then, a loud bang, like an engine backfire rang out. But they knew immediately what it was. Beat stopped his tag. Gum stood straight up, suddenly not very tired. They skated as fast as they could.
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"What the hell was that?!?" Combo and Cube's heads whipped toward the stairway, hearing first one, then another shot shatter the relative silence of the GG HQ. The two rudies looked at each other, their faces twisted in surprise, before Combo let out a gasp. "Mew!" was all he said as he tromped clumsily up the steps, Cube following close behind. The two burst into Beat's room, looking around at the chaotic scene before them. They saw a mutilated Mew hanging by her neck from the ceiling, Piranha slumped on the ground, gore and blood on the wall and floor near her, Slate laying incapacitated on the ground, blood flowing from a wound in his stomach, and an unconscious Yo-Yo lying slumped against the closet, a small pistol in his hand.
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We let the Keisatsu take care of Yo-Yo, the murderous bastard. We reported the murders, and left Yo-Yo somewhere where the Keisatsu could easily find him. The final death toll was four. Garam, Tab, Mew and Piranha. We found a note on Mew's body, but didn't even bother to read it. Combo burned it. Man, Slate sure was lucky. How he survived that gunshot I'll never know. Last we heard, Yo-Yo was serving a life sentence, and because of his past as a rudie, the state was pushing for the death penalty. When we heard this, it took a tremendous weight off all of our shoulders. With his capture, so concludes the freaky murders. That song. The notes. Everything. So concludes the diary of a madman......
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(A/N: .......R&R or the orange chinchillas will be pissed.....heh.)