Author's Note: Hi, Specter here, and I just wanna say that if you hate all those namby-pamby, mushy, romantic song-fics out there, then this is the fic for you. It's got all the cussing, violence, and general disregard for conventional morality you could possibly hope for. Enjoy.
Get psycho, I wanna get psycho
Jake slowed down, turning to see a troop of GOLEMs behind in the hallway behind him. They hadn't noticed him yet. Jake smile, pulled out a pistol in one hand, and a machete in the other, and then snuck down the corridor towards the cyborgs.
Wanna get psycho
Run you little bitch
I want your power glowing, juicy flowing, red hot
Meaning of life
He exploded onto the nearest GOLEM, driving the blade of the machete deep through the Pawn's shoulder. Blood spurted onto Jake's hands, and the Hunter ripped the knife out the cyborg though it's chest, taking it's ribcage with it.
It's not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing
Now can you dig it?
He spun around, decapitating a Bishop before it had a chance to react. Jake then stuffed his .45 into the face of a Pawn and pulled the trigger.
Need to get psycho
I want to hear you say it
Say you want it, you need it
Don't wanna until we finish the show
Finally the GOLEMs were able to react to Jake's berzerker assault, but it was already to late. Jake grabbed the face-plate of a Rook, and used the extra leverage to twist it's head around until it was nearly facing backwards.
It's not enough, you hunger for more
You're one twisted little fuck
And now you wanna get psycho with me
Jake dove sideways, drawing a grenade-armed Rook's line of fire across a small group of Knights. The results should be obvious.
Decide (give in, give in, give in) decide
He rushed the Rook, stabbing his machete though it's stomach. He lifted the GOLEM off the ground, and used the dead cyborgs as a shield against fire from it's fellows.
Wanna get psycho
Scratch my itch
Give me your power glowing, juicy flowing, red hot
Meaning of life
Jake let the dead Rook slide off of his blade, and turned his attention to a blade-armed Pawn that was charging him.
It's not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing
Now can you dig it?
He dove off to the side, causing the Pawn's blade to miss him completely. In return, Jake slashed the GOLEM's chest open, then pumped a full clip into the wound.
Need to get psycho
I want to hear you scream
Tell me to take you, scare you, fuck you
After we finish the show.
A Knight decloaked right in front of Jake, nearly taking his head off with a slash. Jake dove under the GOLEM's legs, driving his machette into the small of the cyborg's back as he came out the other side.
It's not enough
You listening whore
You're on twisted little fuck
And now you wanna get psycho with me
Jake rolled onto his feet, throwing the knife as he did. The machette lodged itself in the throat of a Bishop that was coming to the aid of his fellow cloaking GOLEM. Jake rushed to the falling cyborg and ripped the blade out, taking most of the artificial soldier's neck with it.
I can feel the blood flowing though my viens spilling on my soul
And now the hunger's getting bigger
Come a little closer now pretentious whore and pull my trigger
Free the violence that is building in me
He tackled a Pawn GOLEM, forcing the cyborg to the ground. He slashed it's plasma-blade arm off, and threw the device at a nearby Knight.
I say the end of the ride murder suicide is how I've been feeling lately
Come a little closer now pretentious whore,
I'm reeling with a feeling that I can't ignore
Jake ripped the breathing mask of the Pawn off, exposing it's face. The GOLEM gagged at the unsterilized air, and Jake pressed his gun to it's forehead.
And the need to get psycho
Is not a question to me
Jake surveyed the distruction surrounding him. No less than twenty GOLEMs lay in various stagest of dimemberment. A good day's work.