Part Five: My Plague
The room was very large, and very dark. The only light in the room was hanging over the long table in the center of the room. At this table, there sat about twenty men, all leaders of various gangs. Standing behind them, were two of their best bodyguards. The guards had in their hands, semiautomatic firearms.
"What this city needs is a good disaster." a man with short blond hair was standing at one end of the table, shouting. "And do you know what that disaster will be gentlemen?" Everyone shook their head no. "Me. I want to become famous for destruction."
A man dressed in all black, wearing black sunglasses, was holding a cell phone in his hand, whispering something to the leader.
"Uhhh, sir, I think we might have a problem."
"What is it, can't you see I'm busy?" he whispered back.
"Yes but sir, Pandora just called saying that some chick the gang killed is back, and we have received other word that Shade and Angel are both dead."
"A ghost? That's the fucking stupidest thing I've ever heard." the leader grabbed the cell phone. "What is it Pandora, and don't give me these lies."
"Pheonix, someone is hunting us down." hysteria had set in. "Remember that night, when we was all high and we broke into that one big white house a few months back?"
"Yeah, that was a fun night. Why, what about it?"
"That girl all you guys raped. She's back, and she's insane."
"Where is this... girl?" Pheonix put a cigarette into his mouth, and the man in all black lit it for him. "Do you know where she's headed?"
"Well, uhh, she asked me where everyone was, so she's probably hunting around for Wraith or something."
"You told her?" tiny cracks began to take form on the cell phone's casing.
"Well sir, she said that I'd be able to keep my life if I told, so I told."
The line abruptly went dead as the cell phone was crushed in rage.
I want those women dead, you got me?
"Yes sir, I got you." Pheonix had the man's jacket in one hand, jerking him around. "Wait, what do you mean by 'women?' Pandora said there was just one chick."
"Pandora talked. You figure it out." Pheonix walked back to the table and sat down at his end. "I'm sorry for the interruption gentlemen, it seems we have an avenging ghost on our hands."
"A ghost?" one of the gang leaders said, his tone just screamed sarcasm.
"Yes, a ghost." Pheonix sat down, then took one last puff of his cigarette, then smothered it in the ash tray in front of him. "Apparently, it's some woman my gang rapped, and I've been informed that she wants her revenge on her and her boyfriend's deaths." He looked around the table. "I have a feeling that this will cause problems, so I need an army to kill this worrior. Who's my army?"
Every leader raised his hand, pleasing Pheonix greatly.
The room was very large, and very dark. The only light in the room was hanging over the long table in the center of the room. At this table, there sat about twenty men, all leaders of various gangs. Standing behind them, were two of their best bodyguards. The guards had in their hands, semiautomatic firearms.
"What this city needs is a good disaster." a man with short blond hair was standing at one end of the table, shouting. "And do you know what that disaster will be gentlemen?" Everyone shook their head no. "Me. I want to become famous for destruction."
A man dressed in all black, wearing black sunglasses, was holding a cell phone in his hand, whispering something to the leader.
"Uhhh, sir, I think we might have a problem."
"What is it, can't you see I'm busy?" he whispered back.
"Yes but sir, Pandora just called saying that some chick the gang killed is back, and we have received other word that Shade and Angel are both dead."
"A ghost? That's the fucking stupidest thing I've ever heard." the leader grabbed the cell phone. "What is it Pandora, and don't give me these lies."
"Pheonix, someone is hunting us down." hysteria had set in. "Remember that night, when we was all high and we broke into that one big white house a few months back?"
"Yeah, that was a fun night. Why, what about it?"
"That girl all you guys raped. She's back, and she's insane."
"Where is this... girl?" Pheonix put a cigarette into his mouth, and the man in all black lit it for him. "Do you know where she's headed?"
"Well, uhh, she asked me where everyone was, so she's probably hunting around for Wraith or something."
"You told her?" tiny cracks began to take form on the cell phone's casing.
"Well sir, she said that I'd be able to keep my life if I told, so I told."
The line abruptly went dead as the cell phone was crushed in rage.
I want those women dead, you got me?
"Yes sir, I got you." Pheonix had the man's jacket in one hand, jerking him around. "Wait, what do you mean by 'women?' Pandora said there was just one chick."
"Pandora talked. You figure it out." Pheonix walked back to the table and sat down at his end. "I'm sorry for the interruption gentlemen, it seems we have an avenging ghost on our hands."
"A ghost?" one of the gang leaders said, his tone just screamed sarcasm.
"Yes, a ghost." Pheonix sat down, then took one last puff of his cigarette, then smothered it in the ash tray in front of him. "Apparently, it's some woman my gang rapped, and I've been informed that she wants her revenge on her and her boyfriend's deaths." He looked around the table. "I have a feeling that this will cause problems, so I need an army to kill this worrior. Who's my army?"
Every leader raised his hand, pleasing Pheonix greatly.
