The phantom
Chapter six: Delivery boy
A light snowstorm came about Amity Park during the evening to which very few people even care for, though Danny casually watched the storm from the comfort of his seat at the Nasty Burger after school while enjoying a large burger and a cold soda despite the chilling weather outside.
The boy didn't like the idea of having his only real friend Tucker Foley to work under Vlad, today was his first run as a bagman and though Danny wanted to, couldn't follow him due to Tucker needing to learn the traits on his own.
Danny, Vlad, and Skulker had explained several times what he needed to do on separate occasions, fearing for Tucker's wellbeing made Danny gave him one of his .38 snub-nose revolvers for protection. Tucker knew little to nothing about guns and would most likely end up shooting himself in the foot.
"' Sup Danny"- a voice said while sliding a food tray in front of Danny.
The boy lifts his eyes while chewing on his meal seeing Johnny 13 as he took a seat across the table, the teenager smiles at him while giving a simple "hello" and proceeding to eat his burger nonchalantly.
"Hi…"- Danny whispered back.
Danny wasn't well acquainted with Johnny and didn't trust him but still had to tolerate him due to his familiarity with Skulker. The boy was a loudmouth at best which was the main reason Skulker keep him out of the business despite Johnny's claims of being a hardcore gangster.
"Heard from Skulker you needed my help?"- Danny intended those words to come out friendly but seemed cold and very much hostile.
The boy knew Johnny's presence at the Nasty Burger wasn't by coincidence as he was waiting for the teen to appear. Nevertheless, Danny wasn't told exactly what he wanted only that it was a personal favor for Skulker.
"I heard you're a real standup guy, and Skulker said you help me out."- Johnny 13 said as he took a large bite of his burger.
Johnny's time at juvenile didn't earn him any sort of respect within his motorcycle gang, on the contrary, the new gang leader saw him as a potential snitch and kicked him out of the club without letting him recover his precious motorcycle.
It was then that a blonde woman walked into the burger joint, instantly catching the attention of everyone due to her morbid obesity and large canine. Danny sends out a cold glare to the nearest staff member so she could take the hint and remove the animal.
Yet the woman reminds quiet and carry on with her cleaning duties, everyone else in the restaurant returned to their meals trying their very best to ignore the loud dog and the fat old woman who demanded to be feed while snapping her fingers as if that could speed the service.
"So, you just want me to help you steal your bike back?"- Danny asked while sipping down on his soda.
The boy felt a huge weight being lifted off his shoulders upon hearing that Johnny only wanted to recover his motorcycle, it sounded like a very easy job that wouldn't take more than a couple of hours at most.
Suddenly, the obese woman let loose of her dog's leash and let him start walking around the restaurant randomly barking at people, though the fat woman shriek at anyone who dares to try to shut him up, she didn't hold back on racial profanities.
"Yeah, it's a trailer park outside of town, so we have to take the bus."- Johnny added as he gulps down half of his soda while trying to ignore the loud animal.
The dog began to bark loudly as a group of five mean-looking men walked into the burger joint. Danny was getting fed up with the animal and wanted to blast him away, but Vlad told him not to draw any unwanted attention anymore.
Danny's eye fell upon a puddle near the dog which clearly wasn't water by the smell. Even now the staff didn't remove the animal nor the owner but the woman rudely ordered him to stop looking at his dog yet Danny simply scoffs at her which infuriates the woman even more.
"Yo-yo bitch. Don't ya know dogs ain't allowed in here!"- a black skin man wearing a thick coat said to the fat woman.
"Fuck you nigger! My poochie has more right to be here than you, you dirty monkey."- the fat woman replied as her lard-filled cheeks wiggled.
Both Danny and Johnny instantly knew the woman just sign her death sentence with those words making the pair stand up and casually make their way towards the main door as the black men looked at her with angry expressions.
"Da fuck ya said, bitch!"- the black man challenge as he pulled out his handgun pointing it over the woman.
"Get him, Rocky!"- the fat blonde woman ordered her dog in horror as Danny and Johnny walked out of the Nasty Burger.
The door hadn't even close when loud gunfire was heard followed by the dog's whimpering and the woman's screaming. Danny shook his head in amusement as he heard her yelling more profanities at the men which made Johnny sigh out loud though looking quite scared.
Exactly five gunshots echo within the Nasty Burger, it was only then that Danny turns around and see five men running out of the restaurant carrying paper bags in their hands as their lunch had to be "to go" after all.
"Dumb bitch"- Johnny and Danny muttered in unison.
(XXXXX)
Tucker parked bicycle in front of a high-end Italian restaurant, it was the first run of the day. His stomach held so many butterflies they could just burst out, it was a huge step for him. From being a wannabe "gangsta" to working for the actual mafia.
He couldn't forget the beating he got from the hippies after stealing their precious weed, yet Tucker was no fool and understood that despite being "in" with Vlad's crime organization, he wasn't proven yet, much work was needed for him to call himself part of the "Family."
"This is a test… and I didn't study for it…"- Tucker whimpered as he entered the restaurant.
It's a simple errand; pick up the cash and leave. Even so, there were so many things that could go wrong in so little time, Danny gave him a snub nose revolver for protection which Tucker kept conceal in his pocket but it didn't help with his nervousness.
The boy hardly knew how to hold the weapon much less how to fight with it. Just carrying around the revolver made him feel invincible though Danny had told him never to pull on someone unless he wanted that person dead, otherwise, to not even show it.
Tucker may be rash and impulsive at times but he knew when to listen to his "seniors," Danny had been in this business for a very long time and knew what he was talking about. It was due to the raven-haired boy's insistence that Tucker carried his gun in a holster, unlike most gangstas he knew who carried their piece in their pants.
"Yo, is the boss-man in there?"- Tucker asked while leaning on the counter.
A blonde woman wearing a very formal waitress suit turns over to Tucker who is dressed in his favorite beige cargo pants, a long black somewhat worn-out wool coat, and a brand-new set of Moon boots which didn't impress the woman.
"I think you're in the wrong place, kid. We don't hire your kind here"- the woman behind the counter said as she turns her attention to a couple walking in.
"I'm the Taxman, bitch."- Tucker replied with a stern look on his eyes having taken great offense at her words.
The waitress turns towards him wanting to curse him out of the establishment but instead snaps her fingers as she calls for the security guard, though her manager quickly came out before the guard could reach the boy who already had his hand inside his coat.
"Easy there Stacy."- the manager said putting his hand out and waving his fingers for Tucker to join him in the office.
The boy scoff at Stacy who glares at him while making his way to the manager's office as the bouncers stare at him. The manager didn't want to have Tucker in his office for too though it was mainly due to his skin color rather than the fact he was collecting for his new boss.
"Don't sit down"- the man said as he opens the safe encrusted in the wall.
The man looks at the wad of money in his hand and sighs loudly, upon hearing about Don Luciano's death he thought he wouldn't need to pay for anymore "protection" but a new crime boss walked into his restaurant offering a new deal which he was forced to take.
The payoff was much smaller which was something he greatly welcomes and wasn't bothered by having Vlad used the storage to hold some crates that he didn't want to know its contents, but it was seeing black and Latino men cruising around his block in a Cadillac what bothered him the most.
"Here, five thousand…"- the manager said though his expression annoyed as he saw Tucker sitting on the leather chair.
"Thanks, and you know, if there's a single dollar missing. I'll have to come back and shoot that racist fuck in the head."- Tucker said with a grin as he shoved his coat to the side showing his gun. The manager remained in silence as he saw the colored boy walking out of the office.
"Holy motherfucker. That was intense."- Tucker exclaimed as he took hold of his bicycle and headed over to his next destination.
(XXXXX)
Danny frowns his eyebrows upon turning over to the lights of Amity Park in the distance. Had the boy known Johnny's former club was at a trailer park an hour away from the city he would without a doubt ditch the former biker already.
Each step was narrow and slippery due to the snow. The sun was already down by the time the bus made it to Voorhees mounts and so was the weather, despite the recent blizzard and below zero temperatures, Danny still wore his favorite brown leather jacket and long winter boots.
Johnny held the collar of his thick winter coat while gazing upon the smaller boy and wondered how was he able to withstand the harsh bone-chilling cold. Danny did regret having suggested taking the hiking trail to get an overview of the trailer park compound to find an easy route in.
"Why in the fuck didn't you tell this camp's a fucking hour away from Amity?! It already fucking dark for crying out loud!"- Danny questioned not being used to walking for so long.
"Chill out man, I'll buy a burger once we fetch my bike."- Johnny 13 declared as the trailer park compound came into view.
"You and Skulker are gonna own a lot more than just a fucking burger, ya cunt!"- Danny retorted.
Johnny rolled his eyes wondering why Vlad kept such a whiny brat around. Despite his constant complaints, Danny made the walk up the hill with much ease, unlike Johnny who was already whizzing for air and even using his hands to grab onto the ground once it became too steep.
Hidden behind bushes the boys gaze upon the many trailers which easily passed over forty units scattered across a snowy opening in the woods, by then the snowstorm had come to a stop leaving the trees and dirt road covered in a thick layer of snow.
There were men dressed in thick black coats walking around the trailer park, some openly carrying small automatics weapons, which worried the biker boy as he knew his former gang was prone to gun violence.
It was a small community protected by an improvised wooden fence composed of half-broken boards and some metal sheets, more notable was the water tower in the middle of the compound which also housed a glorified treehouse.
"That's a guard tower if I ever saw one."- Danny exclaimed as he tightens his boots.
"You've been watching too many movies, man."- Johnny exclaimed making Danny frown once again.
"Can't be easy…"- Danny whispered.
Under the cover of darkness and taking advantage of the bushes and trees, the two boys sneaked their way along the wooden fence. Johnny was visibly worried now that they were so close and was beginning to understand the danger involved.
A small group made of five bikers were sitting by a campfire at the side entrance drinking the evening away, Danny eyed them down from the cover of a thick bush, there he noticed all the men had the same logo on their backs, a pig's head holding a wrench with its snout.
"Who are these clowns?"- Danny whispered.
"My old gang. Killer Hogs"- Johnny replied as Danny looked at him with a "Are you kidding me?" expression drawn on his face.
Danny then looked down at the several beer cans scattered around the bonfire while the bikers talk rather loudly making him wonder if they were actually guarding the entrance or just drinking their night away under the light of a bonfire, two bikers were already passed out drunk while the other three were close behind.
"We could slip by if we're quiet."- Danny whispered.
"No, I think there's a few more over there"- Johnny retorted pointing over the wooden gate.
Danny didn't have the intention of staying any longer than what he needed to in this godforsaken mountain after all his favorite tv show Josie and the Pussy Ghouls were airing later that night and refused to miss it again.
Just imaging Josie and her co-singers dancing while wearing their tight thong leotards was a sight no one could miss out on. It was a shame there wasn't a way for him to film the show and re-watch at his leisure, therefore, needed to be home on time.
"I think this board's loose."- Danny said as he took hold of the wooden plank.
Johnny tilted his head as he lays eyes over to the wooden panel and noticed that it was tightly nailed to an iron pole, but his eyes open wide upon seeing how easily Danny yanked it off hardly making any noise.
Many rumors were going around Danny, some of the newest crew members spoke of seeing him disappear into the shadows and coming out from a completely different place, Skulker mentioned on several occasions about the boy being Vlad's best house painter, the biker knew what that meant.
"So, you paint houses?"- Johnny asked though Danny simply shrugged him off.
The casualness in which Danny acted was strange as most if not all the boys' Johnny used to hang out with at the juvenile state prison would brag about killing someone, he had heard countless stories about drug dealings and beatings, but those who committed murder boasted about it and threaten other with killing them.
Unlike his former prison peers, Danny didn't seem to care about boasting. Johnny was more than sure there was a reason for the kid to be standing at Vlad's side, but couldn't see him as anything more than a geek rather than a coldhearted killer.
Upon a short walk, Danny could see there was a gathering in the middle of the community. Men yelled and cheered which made the boys wondered if there was a biker festival going on. But according to Johnny, it was always like this, loud music and beer to no end.
The boys avoided the biker rally by sneaking behind the trailers using the shade of night, hardly any of the bikers cared to walk behind the space between the fence and the trailers, except for taking a leak. It was there where they sneaked behind the "enemy" lines.
"There, my bike's in the holding pen…"- Johnny exclaimed while pointing over to the far end of the compound.
"Oh, come on, Nicole. Why are acting like this?!"- a biker yelled out to a woman who was at the window of a trailer.
The sudden yelling force the boys to stop and hide behind the very same trailer. It would have been a very easy recovery if Johnny wasn't present as Danny could easily turn invisible and casually walked over to the holding pen.
"Fuck you, I ain't doing it!"- the woman yelled back tossing him a mug that missed his head by inches.
"For fuck's sake! You know you're morally obligated to fuck the living shit out of the gang members!"- the man retorted.
"That's his fucking sister."- Johnny whispered with a smirk.
Danny had to physically hold down his giggling upon learning that the biker was trying effortlessly to convince his sister to sleep with other members of the gang, the boy simply shook his head in amusement as he sneaks behind the trailer.
They could hear the woman ranting about not wanting to open her legs for a bunch of leather-wearing drunks, it was becoming harder for Danny and Johnny to remain quiet as the biker kept on telling his sister about it being her sacred duty to fucked with everyone in the compound.
"There she is… my good old shadow."- Johnny 13 exclaimed pointing over to the holding pen.
A single overweight biker was sitting next to the door with more than a dozen empty beer cans around him, Danny tilted his head to the side upon seeing the poor excuse of a guard and though tempted to slice his throat, held his hand.
The pen not only kept Johnny's motorcycle but several items such as television, radios, some of them still inside their sealed boxes, and crates in large quantities, it was fair to assume they were all stolen objects.
It was through Johnny that Danny was confirmed all objects inside were stolen from trucks on the highway. There was a time Johnny was the lookout and would give a head up whenever a truck was coming into their robbery zone.
(XXXXX)
The former biker rushed over to the pen's door only to discover a large padlock preventing him from taking back his motorcycle, Danny hardly knew how to pick a lock but could easily use his magic to open the lock yet couldn't afford to let his peer know about his magic.
"Don't worry I got this."- Johnny suddenly proclaimed as he pulled out his pocket knife.
Danny saw him tampered with the lock though his eyes occasionally turned over to the drunken guard who was still asleep, what worried him the most was the simple fact they were in full view of the guard tower. He did hope it was as Johnny said and that it was just a glorified treehouse.
While the former biker tried to pry open the padlock, Danny gazes upon the many television boxes and other valuables but more notable were the four large red barrels at the back with the words "flammable" written on them.
"Well, well, well what do we have here?"- a voice said from the dark forcing Johnny 13 to stand up.
Danny sighs out loud wanting to slap himself across the face for not being careful of his surroundings, as the boys turned over to whoever was talking, they saw a tall man with long blonde hair tied in a pony and bushy golden yet unkempt beard.
Behind him were six men all dress in black leather coats with the gang's logo though unlike the man at the front who proudly display a tag which read "President," the rest of the men had no such tags on them though some had nicknames sawn to their vests.
"Johnny 13, didn't I tell you not to show your scrawny ass around here anymore."- the blonde ponytail man said with a calm yet unsettling voice.
"Just came for what's mine. That's all, Road Hog."- Johnny said with fear in his voice.
The bikers laugh out loud though Danny remains in silence as they mocked the boy. From what Danny could tell there were only seven men in front of him, and though perhaps he was once again exaggerating, there was the chance of an alarm.
"No can-do kiddo, that bike stays here. Think it like compensation for all the trouble you've caused."- Road hog said. "Come on, scram before I lost my temper"-
Danny turned over to Johnny who looked down at the ground in defeat once the man told him to leave before he and his crew would beat him up for trespassing. Danny sighs out loud once more as he put his hand over Johnny's shoulder making him turn over to him.
It was obvious that retrieving the motorcycle was impossible now, Johnny knew it was stupid to risk his wellbeing over some macho bullshit but it was his bike, and had just lost it. Perhaps Skulker could talk with these people and help him recover the bike later on.
"Mr. Road Hog. I don't know what Johnny did and honestly, I don't care but we're taking the bike… like it or not."- Danny proclaimed as he pulls Johnny behind him.
The bikers began laughing out, no different from hyenas but their rude laughter didn't bother Danny as he opened his jacket while Road Hog took a couple of steps closer making Johnny nearly soil his pants.
"You got balls kid, but the answer is still NO. so, whatcha gonna do about it?"- Road Hog said before momentarily turning over to his men with a mocking expression.
"This."- Danny replied.
The moment Road Hog returned his gaze over to Danny, he saw a handgun in the boy's hand, before he could even utter a single word. Danny fired a single shot straight to his head scattering brain matter and blood over the snow.
The other six bikers looked in horror at their fallen leader. Johnny fell onto the snowy ground as he saw Road Hog soaking the white snow with his blood. Two bikers also fell to the ground as another took a few steps back, only one with his face covered in blood turned to see the Super .38 pistol in Danny's hand.
The man opens his eyes in shock upon seeing the handgun aiming towards him and six gunshots echo throughout the entire compound leaving all six men lying dead on the ground in a matter of seconds. Johnny understandably was shaking on his spot unable to believe what he just saw.
"More are coming. Get the bike out, please."- Danny casually commanded as he reloaded his weapon.
"Wha… what's going on."- the drunken guard said trying to stand up.
"My apologies, please go back to sleep"- Danny said as he cocked his gun.
Johnny remained on the cold snowy floor as he saw how cruelly Danny put his gun mere inches away from the drunk's head and fired a single time without even blinking. Now Johnny 13 understood why Danny's considered Vlad's right-hand man.
(XXXXXX)
Several bikers rushed towards where the gunfire was heard, Johnny couldn't move from his place on the ground it was as if his ass was superglued to the floor which prompted Danny to walked over to the door.
"There!"- Danny as he tossed the padlock on the floor. - "Get the bike out, I'll hold down these leather clowns."-
The casualness in which Danny spoke and conducted himself surprised Johnny even more than the upcoming bikers with their guns and their screaming, a gunshot impacting by his feet made the former biker snapped back into reality.
Men howled as they open fire while Danny stood behind an iron pillar, only a handful of bullets struck the pillar out of the many dozens that were fire, unlike the wild west shooting going around, the boy took his time to aim and fire.
Johnny crawled into the pen jerking at the loud blast Danny's gun made each time he fired; a few television sets burst upon being impacted by stray bullets which drew out some tears from the former inmate who was way over his head.
Never once did he imagine things turning out so horrible, in his mind, Johnny saw himself speeding away in his precious motorcycle laughing at the bikers, but now there was a gunfight taking place and he wasn't participating like in his imagination.
The blonde-haired teenager scuttled his way into the pen and desperately try to turn on his bike, his eyes moved over to Danny, and couldn't believe how calm the boy was while walking towards him and shooting at anyone who came too close.
"Motherfuckers killed Road Hog! Don't let them esca…" the man was cut short by a bullet fired from Danny's weapon as three women holding Thompson guns run up to them.
Johnny 13 looked in horror as Danny nonchalantly walked towards him not caring for the three-armed female bikers. With a quick side-step, he turned around and landed a bullet on two girls while the third one duck for cover.
"Let's get going"- Danny said as he sat down on the motorcycle while showing him a hand grenade.
"Is that a fucking grenade!"- Johnny exclaimed as he revs his bike up. "Where the fuck did you get that!?"- Johnny added as he began speeding away.
"Same place I bought my pants."- the boy replied as he tossed the grenade over to the fuel containers.
The woman's blood froze upon hearing the word "grenade," though she could only gasp out loud as she saw the explosive rolling up to the fuel deposits. A single whimper wormed out of her mouth as the device detonated.
The ground shook as the fuel deposits went up in flames, men and women scream horrified. Danny shot anyone within his sights to avoid capture while Johnny drove around the compound dodging improvised barricades.
Danny could see a single man trying to close the main gate but the cold winds froze the metallic slide turning into an arduous task, the boy aimed his pistol at a gas guzzler place next to a trailer and blew it up with a single shot throwing several bikers to the ground.
"Go, man, go!"- Danny ordered tapping on his shoulder hard.
Johnny knew there wasn't enough time and Danny was surely running out of bullets, in his haste to escape, Johnny didn't even hear the bullet that murdered the gateman. His eyes briefly turned over the lifeless body on the ground and the bloodstain on the iron curtain which they pass at full speed.
From his side-view mirror, the biker could see the flames consuming the compound but his eyes drew to several highlights from his former peers rushing after them all blood drunk. The snow made their getaway even harder and more dangerous than need be.
"Last clip!"- Danny yelled out sending shivers up Johnny's back.
There were at least four bikers on their tail which meant Danny had enough ammunition if he didn't miss, but the constant jumping and road shifts made aiming too hard. The boy would have to wait until they were close enough to land a killer shot.
But it also meant the bikers would be close enough to shoot back. In a desperate attempt to escape, Johnny's bike jumps off the road and down the mountain but the four bikers followed them down, the brief seconds they were airborne was enough for Danny to lock sights with the closest pursuer.
A single shot to the chest was enough to shove him off the motorcycle. The large man bounced on the hillside a few times before rolling down as his friends drove past him still shooting their pistols though missing terribly.
"Hold on tight!"- Johnny yelled out.
The teenager dodge trees, bushes, and holes with surprising ability despite the high speed at which he was driving, the three remaining bikers continued their relentless chase not caring for their own wellbeing.
It was increasingly hard to both aim and fire their pistol while dodging incoming trees. Danny mocked a biker who slammed headfirst unto a tree but his mockery was answered with more gunfire and cussing.
"You're fucking dead!"- a biker screamed as he emptied his pistol.
A powerful howling echo throughout the woods, a mere second later a shadow tackled down the furthest biker and soon the second one vanished. Johnny's heavy breathing and whimpering almost out sounded the motorcycle's roaring engine.
Johnny twirled his bike dodging not a tree but a beast. Danny's eyes grew wider in shock as he saw an impossibly large dog with dark blue fur and the whitest fangs his eyes had ever seen, the beast rushed over to them as two more join him in the chase.
"Werewolves!"- Johnny screamed at the top of his lungs as they reached the highway.
It was the first time Danny had seen such beasts but was hardly surprised by such animals. Amity Park and many other cities across the world housed all kinds of strange abominations, such as giants with rifles in place of hands, gigantic multi-eyed octopus which roamed the seas.
Danny looked at the neon green eyes of the werewolves giving them chase as he aims at them, the highway allowed easier aim but lowered his weapon upon seeing the beasts losing stamina and giving up on the chase.
Johnny slowed down his motorcycle upon seeing there wasn't anyone or anything chasing them, he could feel his heart rate calming down, never before had he felt such fear in his life, not even in Juvie.
"Give me a ride home?"- Danny asked as he holstered his gun.
"Yeah… sure…"- Johnny replied unable to believe how easy Danny shrugged off the shootout and the chase.
(XXXXX)
Danny looked out the window for a brief moment taking in the sight of the falling snow, as he made his way to the fridge to fix himself a sandwich, as he fixed his meal, he couldn't help but recall the angry expression on Vlad's face.
The man was less than pleased to hear about his and Johnny's escapade to the biker's compound. Much less to see on the local news how the place was set ablaze as the newscaster spoke about more than twenty deaths and heavy damages.
"It ain't that bad, Vlad. Weren't we going to get rid of them anyway?"- Skulker spoke on behalf of the boys.
Being Vlad's second allowed Skulker to order hits and robberies but it was an unspoken rule to not use Danny for such jobs without Vlad's expressed permission, of course, Skulker only authorized the retrieval of Johnny's motorcycle which he thought was held at some rundown garage in downtown by some wannabe teenage tough guys.
Never did he expected to see a whole biker hideout going up in flames on the local news, it did cause a huge impression on both men, especially Vlad who was well aware of Danny's ability for war. It was well known that the Killer Hog biker gang had little to no respect for other criminal enterprises.
Often stealing from trucks on the highway not caring who they belong to, openly shooting at rival gangs, and even on a few occasions to the police, on a single occasion with Luciano's crime family and at one point had traded bullets with Vlad's gang which put them on his shit list.
The former biker president knew it was too dangerous to mess with the mafia and settle with a payoff much to his peers' dislike which force the gang to establish their new hideout at Voorhees mountains. It didn't take them too long to go back to their old ways.
Naturally, Johnny was shitting bricks while he wondered if Skulker could get him out of such a mess, the idea of getting shot on the spot did cross his mind several times. He couldn't give credit as to how Danny remained calm and stoic while Vlad ranted about not wanting to start a gang war.
"You said you wanted to get rid of them, Vlad. So, I took the initiative and kill them…for you."- Danny said like a toddler trying to justify having painted on the house wall thinking it would look better.
"He's right boss, my guys already know where the rest of them are hiding, better to hit them now and be done with the problem."- Skulker said.
"I did plan on getting rid of them but in a far more discreet manner… you know… without blowing shit up!"- Vlad yelled out making Johnny shrink in his spot.
The man had the full intention of sending Danny to assassinate the gang leader and have the rest of the rats scattered but in hindsight, Danny's actions did send out a very loud message to anyone willing to get in his path.
With the weakened police force and the constant monster attacks left the highways most unprotected, it made the Road Hog gang among a few smaller ones rather ballsy and allowing them to steal good from incoming trucks with impunity.
Their little fortress on the mountains and the bureaucratic nightmare from the police allowed the gang to "work" without any problems. Having Danny blow up half the biker compound was a blessing in disguise as no one would believe a single teenager could do something like that. It made Vlad's potential enemies think he had an army had his disposal rather than the junkies he mostly employed.
"With these pigs out of the way I won't have any more delays on my truck deliveries."- Vlad added as he sat down on his chair pouring himself a drink. "Fuck it! Take the kid and get rid of them all, with fucking discretion."
Danny broke out of his memory lane upon hearing a gunshot coming from down the hallway, it was then that Danny jumps over the counter with his ham sandwich still in hand seeing over a dozen dead men he personally shot down on Vlad's orders.
It surprised the kid to know the bikers were foolish enough to rally at their former hideout, a petty strip bar located within downtown just a few days after the shootout at their compound. Danny made his way down the hall where he spotted a group of four bikers still sitting on their table with holes in their heads.
In the middle of the hallway laid a couple of strippers whom Danny shot in the heat of the moment, thanks to the loud music and dim lighting most bikers didn't get the chance to pull on Danny though he didn't doubt on firing on them.
"Yo welp! Get over here!"- Skulker yelled out for Danny.
As he walked down the hallway, the boy noticed Skulker was looking at the safe incrusted on the wall though Danny's eyes moved over towards the bar owner sitting on the chair, a single bullet to the neck claimed his life.
Danny looked back at the door and saw there was a hole which made him believe to have been him who killed the man given the exit wound on the back of his neck, only his powerful Super.38 could do, a naked woman was sitting on the corner with a bullet wound on the chest that wasn't his kill.
"That spook of yours said you know how to crack these things. Wanna get a bonus?"- Skulker said as he smirks at Danny.
"Gimme a sec, mind keeping an eye on the door?"- Danny asked as he pretended to work a combination on the safe.
The moment Skulker's eyes were off him; Danny used his magic to turn the metallic door intangible and quietly open it. Within were several wads of cash and some documents which held no importance to either of them.
"Let's get the fuck out of here."- Skulker ordered as he took his share of the loot.
Danny followed the large man out but the sound of the television hanging on the corner caught his attention. Skulker patted him on the shoulder telling him he did good once the reporter began talking about the explosion at the "survivalist" camp as the news had renamed the biker hideout. Taking in the well-earned praise, Danny turns over to Skulker as he makes helps himself to a bottle of whiskey.
"In more shocking news, the subway giant attacked again, police are baffled…"- Danny's eyes widen in anger.
Klemper was still alive despite having being shot three times in the back by Danny and supposedly taken down by the police, his blood boiled in fury as he quietly listens to the newscaster talk about the mentally ill man who had murdered a couple in a very far away station from the one Danny was attacked.
Danny couldn't take Klemper off his mind, no one had been able to throw him around the doll. He wanted to slice the fat man's throat from ear to ear, but even the police hadn't been able to locate him despite his many brutal killings.
"Don't worry too much about it. I got some guys keeping an eye out for that maniac, we'll get him before the cops."- Skulker said as he drove Danny home.
(XXXXXX)
Saturday morning came about in the company of yet another light snowfall as Tucker made his way towards Danny's apartment, the boy ignores the mean glares from many men and women who didn't like strangers in their building despite him visiting more often.
"Yo Danny! Ya home, man?"- Tucker asked as he knocks loudly on the door.
The boy was sure his best friend was home due to the fragrance of bacon coming out from the apartment, Tucker still couldn't believe how much his life had changed in these past few weeks, from dealing some weed on the corner and getting beaten up to collecting money for the mafia.
"Hey, there Tuck… the fuck are you wearing man?"- Danny asked with some amusement. "Ya look like some damn pimp"- Danny sneer.
The dark skin boy had traded his beige pants and yellow shirt for a purple suit completed with a feather hat which brought about a burst of loud and rather obnoxious laughter from Danny as he invited the boy into his apartment.
"At least I'm wearing something… put some panties on, man."- Tucker said upon seeing his naked friend.
"Let me get my apron on."- Danny retorted as he held the door open letting in the cold winds..
Tucker simply sigh as he was becoming accustomed to seeing Danny walking around naked in the comfort of his apartment, but still preferred seeing the strippers at Vlad's club though he couldn't deny that Danny was eye candy.
"What's wrong with my treads? My shit's whack. You're just like my moms, neither of ya appreciates my fine taste."- the boy added with a scoff.
"Oh! It's umm…. Nice… Want some coffee… breakfast?"- Danny offered once Tucker was inside.
"Just some coffee…"- Tucker replied trying his best no to look at Danny.
He couldn't help watching as his friend wiggled his bubble butt towards the kitchen, his well-toned legs and visible back muscles were quite the sights. The boy had a much harder time keeping his eyes off Danny than he did while watching the strippers.
Slowly his hand made its way towards his belly as he considers the reason why he couldn't stop watching his friend was simply because of jealousy. Tucker had a small gut and flabby muscles most likely the result of better eating while Danny was fit and despite his reluctance to say, handsome.
"Wanna hang out or something?"- Tucker asked.
"Sure… Let's go see if there's a new Crimson Chin."- Danny said with a huge childish smile.
As the evening came upon them, both boys headed to downtown eager to ill-spend some of their ill-gained money. Never in Tucker's whole life had he seen so much money in his hand, in all fairness neither had his mother. The Foley family had always cut corners just to buy grocery but things had changed.
Naturally, Tucker's mother headed over to Vlad's club much to her son's disdain as he feared getting fired because of her or worse if she upset his boss. Her mood didn't improve in the least upon seeing the stage and gangland "workers."
Though Tucker was terrified when his mother barge into Vlad's office demanding to know what her son was doing at a strip club every evening, he was very much surprised to see how calm and even gracefully Vlad explained about him being his "Sborschiki."
"Ma'am I understand your concerns, these are very difficult times. I have a kid of my own and don't worry, your son finishes work before opening hours, so he doesn't see stripper"- Tucker recalled Vlad saying while failing to hid his Russian accent.
The woman didn't understand many of the Russian terms Vlad purposely employed, though not wanting to be taken as an ignorant person assumed, they were business terms. Tucker's family was going through hard financial times and his pay was helping her greatly but feared he was dealing drugs.
Vlad had his way with words and knew how to charm a low-income woman making easily agree to let her son continue working there. Tucker's lifelong dream was to be part of the criminal underworld but he still didn't like tricking his mother.
"Race traitor!"- a black man yelled pulling Tucker from his memories.
A beer can to his head followed soon after the foul remark courtesy of a colored man sitting on top of the hood of his car. Danny turned over to Tucker making sure that he was alright, the boys over to where the beer can come from and saw three black men and two women of the same race laughing which bothered Danny the most as he couldn't understand why they would harm one of their own kind.
Tucker wanted to pull out his gun and shoot them despite never shooting anyone before, but there were too many people around, and found himself unable to even draw his firearm. It wasn't the first time someone challenged Tucker due to his friendship with Danny at school or his neighborhood.
It became worse once word that he was working for a white man spread across the hood, Tucker kept the insults to himself as he didn't want to seem weak in front of Danny who was a coldhearted killer, and to his mob boss.
Suddenly and without saying a single word Danny began walking over to the black man and his friends who were laughing their wits off for having hit Tucker in the head. The largest man, the one who threw the can watch as the puny white boy was walking over to him.
Danny didn't care about the thug's massive build or his two friends by the sides or the silly women in their colorful coats, one the men lifted his coat showing a small revolver which neither impressed nor intimidated Danny in the least.
"Got something to say bitch?"- the big black man taunted flexing his muscles and putting his hand on the gun.
Without uttering a single word, Danny threw a punch straight to the black man's jaw which made him crashed his head onto his car's hood with brutal force shocking his two peers. Tucker saw how his friend climbs over the man and punched him three times covering his fist with blood.
The women screamed in horror as they saw blood gushed out with each punch, the large man could hardly move his massive arms. Danny suddenly felt someone tapping the side of his head, upon turning around, he saw a revolver being aimed at him by a shaking hand.
Rather than being scared by the firearm, Danny scoffed at the man taunting him to fire yet he couldn't do more than shake the gun demanding him to get off his friend. In a move faster than light itself, Danny took hold of the weapon and yanked it off the thug's hand.
"Guns are not toys. If you draw, you better shoot."- Danny said as he stood up and kicked him across the face.
"That was whack!"- Tucker exclaimed as he saw most impressed as Danny did a backflip.
Though the boy was very much impressed and grateful for Danny's actions, he couldn't hide the fact that he was also intimidated by him. Strong enough to crush someone's face with a few punches and to disarmed a man who had a gun to his head without even blinking.
(XXXXXX)
The day didn't go completely as planned but neither of them could complain as they got the new editions on Crimson chin and Crash Nebula along with some new board games. Tucker still needed to collect all the cash from Vlad's business.
Danny watches with pride as his friend collected money from each establishment, it was a rather risky job to do on foot though Tucker told him about getting some new wheels soon enough and was getting a fake Id from Skulker.
"Delivery for the boss"- Tucker exclaimed as they arrived at Vlad's club.
The guards open the door allowing both boys into the club, the men didn't question anymore as to why two kids were permitted inside a strip club but Skulker simply told them not to asked unwanted questions if they wanted to keep their jobs.
Despite coming over almost every night, both boys were still stunned by the lights and loud music but above all the beautiful strippers of all types and races. Tucker discreetly caresses his crotch upon seeing an Asian stripper on stage.
"I'm surprised you haven't run off with any of this."- Skulker said as he took the money off Tucker's hands.
"Nah, I ain't stupid. Besides you guys give me good money."- Tucker replied as he was given a large wad of hundred-dollar bills. "See"
"Skulker, what's up with the new booths?"- Danny said as he pointed over to the new additions.
"Gloryholes, kiddos"- Skulker replied.
"What's a glory hole?"- Danny asked making Tucker turned over to the booths.
"You put your dick inside a hole and someone sucks it for you"- Skulker replied as he put the cash in the safe.
"Sounds like fun, I might try it."- Danny replied with a teasing grin.
Skulker wondered if Danny meant getting sucked on or sucking it himself before sending the boy over to Vlad. After waving Tucker goodbye, Danny headed over to the stairs but noticed his friend was looking around the "Gloryhole" booths before entering one.
Danny simply giggled in amusement upon seeing his close friend taking advantage of the club's many entertainments as he entered Vlad's office. There he noticed Vlad was ready to leave which was strange to see as the man seemed to live there due to the vast amount of time he spent there.
"Come on little badger. I got you a very special gift"- Vlad said as he took Danny by the shoulders. "Skulker wanted to give you a woman as a reward but I think that's a little too soon for you"
Vlad didn't want Danny to find about sexual pleasures just yet and have him tricked by a pretty ass into turning against him. The boy was loyal but also very impressionable, no different from his friend Tucker who stay at the club longer than his mother would have liked.
Danny gazes out the car window as they drove to the river road, from there he could see High Town and all its sparkling lights. Soon they arrive at a two-story house surrounded by a tall fence, modest in size but much bigger than his apartment.
"This is our new house, little badger."- Vlad said as he opened the main door.
There was a nice garden though dry due to bone-chilling cold, a large living room with overly large windows. It was mostly furnished already; Danny couldn't help but gawk at the indoor pool in the following room just before the back garden.
"It's incredible, Vlad."- Danny exclaimed as he hugged him tightly.
To be continued.