"This is where Spike used to live, you guys can bunk here for the night, I
need to go to the local store and pick up some things." Jon opened the
door to Spike's house, they edged in."
"Alright, we'll be here when you get back." The widow said.
"Yeah I know. Remember, Crescent Point is no Locus Bay, avoid going outside, you never know who you'll run into."
"Okay."
Jon shut the door on the Nooklings. He walked down the woods past bugs flying around, he found a rock and sat on it. He clothes were torn, they were cheap clothes anyway, he didn't care. Scars covered his face. He used to be weak, a merchant, the guy who sells his soul to the devil to save his own life, but not anymore. He knew everyone in town was going to start moving out. It was going to be a ghost down. In places like Crescent Point, there are no jobs, nothing. In fact they have too many jobs that slowly the town is losing money. The homeless rate is too high to bear. With Nook's business gone hundreds, maybe even thousands will be jobless: qualified smugglers, sailors and hit men. Redd brought them down, he could have had something big going, maybe he will, maybe with Nook dead he'll take control. Nook was planning on upgrading his store, calling it Nookington's. Not now, now Nook's dead. The cops had leads on his drug business, but the court wouldn't let Copper go near his property again if it wasn't for Gulliver.
Damn you Gulliver. Why couldn't you die? Why didn't you sink?
Ouch! A mosquito had bitten him. He grabbed it as it tried to fly off and squished it in his palm. He looked around and realized he was covered in mosquitoes. He stood up and grabbed his net, he threw it around catching them all, they began trying to escape but he had already gotten at least forty.
"Nice net." An alligator appeared behind him holding a grenade launcher. He blasted it off, Jon dove as the grenade bounced off the rock and exploded in midair.
"Alfonso."
"Time to die human!" He blasted off another, and another, an another, one exploded on a tree knocking it down right in front of Jon. He jumped and dove over it, another hit the tree it exploded and burned, Jon was on his legs again, the third one hit the ground to the right of Jon flinging him to the left. He grabbed his axe and ran at Alfonso, he blasted another that Jon hit with the blunt of his axe toward Alfonso, it exploded in midair. "Haw haw haw haw!" He was out of grenades and held his grenade launcher like a bat. The two came at each other. Jon sliced at his gun which swung at Jon.
CHING
The axe sliced through the gun, he threw it at Jon who ducked, out of Alfonso's holsters were two .45 caliber automatic handguns. He grinned.
The bullets flew by, Jon dove for the nearest cover, a bush, he crawled the around the bush as the leafs flew up all around like smoke. Alfonso stopped so his barrels could cool, and out from the leafy smoke emerged Jon gripping the axe behind his neck.
And the swing. Alfonso jumped back to avoid the swing, held up his pistols to toward Jon, but he Swung again, and again. Alfonso was crawling back on the ground attempting to avoid Jon's berserker axe. His guns were on the ground and he crawled, his head hit a tree.
Jon grinned, adrenaline pumped through his body. He could not control his body, he held that bloody axe over his head, ready to swing it down upon the helpless Alfonso. A bomb hit a tree behind him. The explosion flung him into the tree where Alfonso lay. Jon was knocked unconscious.
His eyes were opened as a couple of eye drops fell into each one. He decided he was in a hospital. "Doctor?" He spoke. He saw a white figure approach him.
"Nope, you remember me right Jon? It's me K.K. Slider."
"Oh hey man, what happened?"
"What do you remember?"
"I remember. Alfonso."
"Yep, he attacked you, you were about to kill him when T-Bone bombed you, they were going to kill you so I chased them off."
"Did you kill them?"
"No. They ran off, I got one in the leg though."
"Oh yeah. your armed."
"Yeah."
"I need to find some supplies."
"Supplies?"
"For the Nooklings."
"Oh, uh, I'll take care of it."
"They're in Spike's."
"Alright, you stay here. You'll be safe, but just in case, here." Totakeke handed Jon a .357.
"A magnum?"
"Ever use one?"
"On occasion." Totakeke walked out of the room to meet with Wendel.
"So are we going to get some food and stuff?" he asked.
"No."
"But what about getting supplies for the Nooklings?"
"If they really did follow orders and stay in the house, they're already dead."
"Fuck really?"
"Bounties this high-" Totakeke held up his hands, "are on their heads."
"Damn."
"Yeah, I think Jon is our only hope to solving this case. We can't let Redd win."
"I'll keep an eye after him."
"Okay, I need to repair my barrel. I had to burn it when going after those two bitches."
"How much ammo did you use?"
"I don't know about four clips."
"Alright later."
Totakeke emerged from his hideout holding his guitar. He took a deep breath and began walking the streets toward the gun store. It was noon. The streets were crowded with business animals, shoppers and gang bangers. He emerged at the gun shop, they said his gun would be ready soon. Totakeke was a special customer, they custom made his gun to be stealthy, very stealthy. He grabbed some lunch and came back; he also picked up some ammunition and loaded his gun in the store. As he walked back, he heard screams, the voices were very familiar but he couldn't quite place it, they were young, they were in trouble, and they were running straight for him.
Alfonso.
Tommy and Timmy Nookling were running straight for him, followed by the ever uglier Alfonso.
"Fuck." He grabbed his guitar and threw the neck over his shoulder, "Get behind me boys!"
Out of the neck game a handle with a trigger attached. Out of the top of the head emerged a triple barrel. He held the gun by the handle and pressed down the trigger, aiming at Alfonso.
"What the hell is that?" The bullets flew at Alfonso like a thunder storm, he was pushed back the humongous pressure as the bullets penetrated his armor. He screamed while blood bumped away. Totakeke stopped. Alfonso stood there, pressed back against a building, a river of blood poured from his body. He coughed out some blood before falling dead.
"Come on boys, its time to bury your mother."
Jon walked out of his room wearing his hospital robe. He went from room to room searching every corner and looking through every pile.
"Watcha looking for?" asked Wendell.
"My clothes." Jon responded.
"Your clothes? They were scorched. KK's coming back with something though." at that they heard a shift come from the ventilation system. "It's probably a mercenary or bounty hunter, stay behind me." He said as he lightly lunged his gigantic body toward his rifle. Jon ignored him and ran to his room to grab his revolver. He heard a gun shot from the hallway and opened to magnum, it was loaded; he cocked it before opening the door, three more gunshots as he turned the corner, the corner and so Wendell bleeding like crazy blowing out his ammunition, it was Alfonso shooting him. Jon aimed his gun and fired six shots, five hit Alfonso's armor, on more shot from Wendell finished him off, before the walrus fell dead to the ground. Jon went back to his room to reload his magnum. He also put on the belt and holstered his gun. The he dragged Wendell's body outside to bury it, as soon as he got outside Totakeke emerged from the woods.
"Dude Alfonso struck here." Jon immediately said.
"What?" Totakeke asked as the Nooklings arrived whimpering.
"He broke in and killed Wendell!"
"Impossible!"
"No."
"I just killed him like three hours ago!"
"Damn, say, where's the mother?"
"Dead."
"Fuck, well I just saw Alfonso kill Wendell, his body is in your fucking hospital!"
"Alright show me!" With that the four walked into the room, to see a large puddle of blood.
"Mother fucker."
"Well where is he?"
"He should be burning in hell! He's still gotta' be somewhere around here."
"Well anyway, here are your new clothes." Totakeke handed him a black shirt, some baggy jeans, boxers and a gray coat.
"Well alright." He went into the other room and began to change into his new clothes, his coat went from shoulder to mid shins, and he also had some new boots. He came back with his gun in his holster. "Let's rock."
"Rock what?"
"Alfonso can obviously fake his own death."
"With a gallon of blood?"
"Well however he does it, we'll rip his head off and see him try and crawl away."
"What about the little ones?"
"Oh god, I don't know, how did they survive?"
"They told me they were playing near a window and their mother told them to run and shoved them through it."
"Well, then I guess we have no choice, they have to come with us. We'll have to find them weapons." Jon looked at the Nooklings and sighed, and then he went for the door. Totakeke moved to follow him, followed closely by the Nooklings. He felt the hairs on his back stiffen and he turned behind him to look up, nothing. He looked side to side but nothing.
"Something wrong?" asked Totakeke.
"No." He took one more glance around, "Nothing."
"On your nine!"
"What?" A bullet flashed a millimeter from his face and hit the wall, another grazed his forehead. He turned to faced Alfonso. His gun was out and pointed at the beasts face. Six blasts came straight at him. The fire was joined by Totakeke as he grabbed his guitar by the handle and blew his triple barrel toward Alfonso. The bullets blasted him through the doorway he was hiding behind. He flew back against the wall and began bleeding.
"Holy shit, what was that?" Jon looked shocked at Totakeke and he opened his handle and stuck in another clip, then turned it back into guitar position to let the clip fall in place. He then stuck out the hand again and walked through the doorway.
"Help me out Jon; figure out how he's staying alive." Jon walked toward the corpse while reloading his gun.
"What kind of guitarist are you?"
Totakeke, now kneeling before the corpse, looked back at Jon, "Who said I was a guitarist? I'm a drug dealer." He held up his gun to Alfonso's eye and held down the trigger until its head was mush. Popping out of the neck was the remain of a very complicated wiring system, among the blood where wire pieces and computer chips
"A robot?"
"Alright, we'll be here when you get back." The widow said.
"Yeah I know. Remember, Crescent Point is no Locus Bay, avoid going outside, you never know who you'll run into."
"Okay."
Jon shut the door on the Nooklings. He walked down the woods past bugs flying around, he found a rock and sat on it. He clothes were torn, they were cheap clothes anyway, he didn't care. Scars covered his face. He used to be weak, a merchant, the guy who sells his soul to the devil to save his own life, but not anymore. He knew everyone in town was going to start moving out. It was going to be a ghost down. In places like Crescent Point, there are no jobs, nothing. In fact they have too many jobs that slowly the town is losing money. The homeless rate is too high to bear. With Nook's business gone hundreds, maybe even thousands will be jobless: qualified smugglers, sailors and hit men. Redd brought them down, he could have had something big going, maybe he will, maybe with Nook dead he'll take control. Nook was planning on upgrading his store, calling it Nookington's. Not now, now Nook's dead. The cops had leads on his drug business, but the court wouldn't let Copper go near his property again if it wasn't for Gulliver.
Damn you Gulliver. Why couldn't you die? Why didn't you sink?
Ouch! A mosquito had bitten him. He grabbed it as it tried to fly off and squished it in his palm. He looked around and realized he was covered in mosquitoes. He stood up and grabbed his net, he threw it around catching them all, they began trying to escape but he had already gotten at least forty.
"Nice net." An alligator appeared behind him holding a grenade launcher. He blasted it off, Jon dove as the grenade bounced off the rock and exploded in midair.
"Alfonso."
"Time to die human!" He blasted off another, and another, an another, one exploded on a tree knocking it down right in front of Jon. He jumped and dove over it, another hit the tree it exploded and burned, Jon was on his legs again, the third one hit the ground to the right of Jon flinging him to the left. He grabbed his axe and ran at Alfonso, he blasted another that Jon hit with the blunt of his axe toward Alfonso, it exploded in midair. "Haw haw haw haw!" He was out of grenades and held his grenade launcher like a bat. The two came at each other. Jon sliced at his gun which swung at Jon.
CHING
The axe sliced through the gun, he threw it at Jon who ducked, out of Alfonso's holsters were two .45 caliber automatic handguns. He grinned.
The bullets flew by, Jon dove for the nearest cover, a bush, he crawled the around the bush as the leafs flew up all around like smoke. Alfonso stopped so his barrels could cool, and out from the leafy smoke emerged Jon gripping the axe behind his neck.
And the swing. Alfonso jumped back to avoid the swing, held up his pistols to toward Jon, but he Swung again, and again. Alfonso was crawling back on the ground attempting to avoid Jon's berserker axe. His guns were on the ground and he crawled, his head hit a tree.
Jon grinned, adrenaline pumped through his body. He could not control his body, he held that bloody axe over his head, ready to swing it down upon the helpless Alfonso. A bomb hit a tree behind him. The explosion flung him into the tree where Alfonso lay. Jon was knocked unconscious.
His eyes were opened as a couple of eye drops fell into each one. He decided he was in a hospital. "Doctor?" He spoke. He saw a white figure approach him.
"Nope, you remember me right Jon? It's me K.K. Slider."
"Oh hey man, what happened?"
"What do you remember?"
"I remember. Alfonso."
"Yep, he attacked you, you were about to kill him when T-Bone bombed you, they were going to kill you so I chased them off."
"Did you kill them?"
"No. They ran off, I got one in the leg though."
"Oh yeah. your armed."
"Yeah."
"I need to find some supplies."
"Supplies?"
"For the Nooklings."
"Oh, uh, I'll take care of it."
"They're in Spike's."
"Alright, you stay here. You'll be safe, but just in case, here." Totakeke handed Jon a .357.
"A magnum?"
"Ever use one?"
"On occasion." Totakeke walked out of the room to meet with Wendel.
"So are we going to get some food and stuff?" he asked.
"No."
"But what about getting supplies for the Nooklings?"
"If they really did follow orders and stay in the house, they're already dead."
"Fuck really?"
"Bounties this high-" Totakeke held up his hands, "are on their heads."
"Damn."
"Yeah, I think Jon is our only hope to solving this case. We can't let Redd win."
"I'll keep an eye after him."
"Okay, I need to repair my barrel. I had to burn it when going after those two bitches."
"How much ammo did you use?"
"I don't know about four clips."
"Alright later."
Totakeke emerged from his hideout holding his guitar. He took a deep breath and began walking the streets toward the gun store. It was noon. The streets were crowded with business animals, shoppers and gang bangers. He emerged at the gun shop, they said his gun would be ready soon. Totakeke was a special customer, they custom made his gun to be stealthy, very stealthy. He grabbed some lunch and came back; he also picked up some ammunition and loaded his gun in the store. As he walked back, he heard screams, the voices were very familiar but he couldn't quite place it, they were young, they were in trouble, and they were running straight for him.
Alfonso.
Tommy and Timmy Nookling were running straight for him, followed by the ever uglier Alfonso.
"Fuck." He grabbed his guitar and threw the neck over his shoulder, "Get behind me boys!"
Out of the neck game a handle with a trigger attached. Out of the top of the head emerged a triple barrel. He held the gun by the handle and pressed down the trigger, aiming at Alfonso.
"What the hell is that?" The bullets flew at Alfonso like a thunder storm, he was pushed back the humongous pressure as the bullets penetrated his armor. He screamed while blood bumped away. Totakeke stopped. Alfonso stood there, pressed back against a building, a river of blood poured from his body. He coughed out some blood before falling dead.
"Come on boys, its time to bury your mother."
Jon walked out of his room wearing his hospital robe. He went from room to room searching every corner and looking through every pile.
"Watcha looking for?" asked Wendell.
"My clothes." Jon responded.
"Your clothes? They were scorched. KK's coming back with something though." at that they heard a shift come from the ventilation system. "It's probably a mercenary or bounty hunter, stay behind me." He said as he lightly lunged his gigantic body toward his rifle. Jon ignored him and ran to his room to grab his revolver. He heard a gun shot from the hallway and opened to magnum, it was loaded; he cocked it before opening the door, three more gunshots as he turned the corner, the corner and so Wendell bleeding like crazy blowing out his ammunition, it was Alfonso shooting him. Jon aimed his gun and fired six shots, five hit Alfonso's armor, on more shot from Wendell finished him off, before the walrus fell dead to the ground. Jon went back to his room to reload his magnum. He also put on the belt and holstered his gun. The he dragged Wendell's body outside to bury it, as soon as he got outside Totakeke emerged from the woods.
"Dude Alfonso struck here." Jon immediately said.
"What?" Totakeke asked as the Nooklings arrived whimpering.
"He broke in and killed Wendell!"
"Impossible!"
"No."
"I just killed him like three hours ago!"
"Damn, say, where's the mother?"
"Dead."
"Fuck, well I just saw Alfonso kill Wendell, his body is in your fucking hospital!"
"Alright show me!" With that the four walked into the room, to see a large puddle of blood.
"Mother fucker."
"Well where is he?"
"He should be burning in hell! He's still gotta' be somewhere around here."
"Well anyway, here are your new clothes." Totakeke handed him a black shirt, some baggy jeans, boxers and a gray coat.
"Well alright." He went into the other room and began to change into his new clothes, his coat went from shoulder to mid shins, and he also had some new boots. He came back with his gun in his holster. "Let's rock."
"Rock what?"
"Alfonso can obviously fake his own death."
"With a gallon of blood?"
"Well however he does it, we'll rip his head off and see him try and crawl away."
"What about the little ones?"
"Oh god, I don't know, how did they survive?"
"They told me they were playing near a window and their mother told them to run and shoved them through it."
"Well, then I guess we have no choice, they have to come with us. We'll have to find them weapons." Jon looked at the Nooklings and sighed, and then he went for the door. Totakeke moved to follow him, followed closely by the Nooklings. He felt the hairs on his back stiffen and he turned behind him to look up, nothing. He looked side to side but nothing.
"Something wrong?" asked Totakeke.
"No." He took one more glance around, "Nothing."
"On your nine!"
"What?" A bullet flashed a millimeter from his face and hit the wall, another grazed his forehead. He turned to faced Alfonso. His gun was out and pointed at the beasts face. Six blasts came straight at him. The fire was joined by Totakeke as he grabbed his guitar by the handle and blew his triple barrel toward Alfonso. The bullets blasted him through the doorway he was hiding behind. He flew back against the wall and began bleeding.
"Holy shit, what was that?" Jon looked shocked at Totakeke and he opened his handle and stuck in another clip, then turned it back into guitar position to let the clip fall in place. He then stuck out the hand again and walked through the doorway.
"Help me out Jon; figure out how he's staying alive." Jon walked toward the corpse while reloading his gun.
"What kind of guitarist are you?"
Totakeke, now kneeling before the corpse, looked back at Jon, "Who said I was a guitarist? I'm a drug dealer." He held up his gun to Alfonso's eye and held down the trigger until its head was mush. Popping out of the neck was the remain of a very complicated wiring system, among the blood where wire pieces and computer chips
"A robot?"