As Hyde was lying in bed surrounded by those who loved him, Michael Kelso was speeding down the highway in his van. Determination filled his mind and there was nothing his foreigner friend in the passenger seat could do to stop him from seeking revenge.
"Kelso, slow down!" Fez yelled for the 100th time since they left the hospital. But the van kept going, Kelso was set on getting a gun and using it against the person who'd landed Hyde in the hospital. It was the only way to prove himself from being a complete moron.
Ah, there it was again. The need to prove. It'd always been there, nagging at him in the back of his mind. Needing to prove that he was the best looking, needing to prove that all the girls wanted him, needing to prove that he could be a mature adult. And now he needed to prove that he was a true friend. And by shooting someone, Kelso believed would do just that.
A stop light was coming closer, the light was still green. He could make it. His foot eased on the gas pedal.
"Kelso..."
The light turned yellow. Still enough time, he could make it.
"Kelso..."
Red light!
"Kelso!"
Kelso hit it, zinging through the traffic without even a thought to stop. Fez shut his eyes, and held on. The van pulled through, barely escaping a side swipe from an old Cadillac.
"Are you trying to kill us, you sick bastard!" Fez screamed, reopening his eyes to Kelso smiling and 'Yee Hawing' at his victory.
They entered the gun shop, both a bit on the skittish side, this being something they'd never done and all. Fez had never held a gun and Michael was only allowed to use the practice ones at the Academy. The man behind the counter looked up from his hunting magazine. "Can I help you boys?"
"Uh...No, sir." Kelso answered, looking over the class containers that held the newest line of weaponry. "Just lookin' around."
The worker nodded and returned to his magazine, silently flipping through the pages every so often. Fez picked up a Machete, running his thumb over the sharp part. "Ow!" he caught his skin on the edge. "Stupid piece of..."
He sucked on his thumb, easing the pain and tasting the small amount of blood. Kelso kept his hands in his coat pockets, making sure he didn't knock over anything that could blow his head off.
"Boys," The man said once more, standing from his wooden bar stool. "I gotta lock up soon, so either you're gonna buy something or get out."
Kelso looked to Fez, who had a nervous glint in his eyes. Nodding, Kelso turned back to the man, pointing to a black hand gun. "We'll take that one."
