The Phantom
Chapter 08: Guard Dog
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Footsteps echo within a dark hallway accompanied by the dripping of water and the random yet soft chatter of men locked up in cages, their evil glares didn't intimidate the prison guard who was by now very much accustomed to constant glaring and insults.
The man stood in front of a steel door and open a large square peephole before opening the door using a set of unusually large keys. Kneeling by the corner was a large and imposing man quietly praying at a small yet unusual homemade alter.
The guard had seen the drawing to which the prisoner was praying to many times before, it was a bizarre and twisted tree that vaguely resembled a human with its two arms stretching up and dozens of roots hugging the base of the painted pedestal.
Its red eyes had been painted with what seems to be blood, even the prison guards felt most uncomfortable in the presence of this horrifying drawing as they could feel a strange presence emanating, almost as if it were looking at their souls.
"You should be called Lucky."- the guard suddenly interrupted the man's prayers. "Can't believe they're letting go… make sure to thank your God."- he added while showing a pair of handcuffs.
"I will, especially now that my master had given me a real name. Pariah Dark."- the man said as he turned to his jailers looking at them.
The hulking man stood up showing his two meters tall height and massive build, no one from the general population dare to defy him not only due to his size, but he was also allegedly a mafia boss from Amity Park some years ago though others knew him more as a priest from a heathen religion that worships the otherworldly monsters.
The large man gazes upon four guards who were there to escort him out using only one eye as the other had a severe and dreadful scar over it. His face was less than friendly which made his jailers gulp down as none of them dares to mock him for his strange beliefs more out of fear than anything else.
Pariah Dark had to bend down just to walk out of the prison cell. His heavy chains rattle and echo loudly as he walks down the corridor under the concern looks of his peers though none utter a single word towards him. The guards behind him held tightly to their shotguns almost glad this "man" was leaving for good.
The violent and snow-filled winds struck Pariah Dark massive body as he exits Amity Park correctional penitentiary for the first time in nearly five years, even with the thick clouds blocking out the sky, it was still bright enough for him to close his single working eye.
Just across the street stood a black car that waited for him along, two men step out of the vehicle upon taking notice of him, the one on the passenger side quickly rushed around and opens the back door while the second-handed him a black trench coat.
"And who might you be, little miss?"- the man asked as he took a seat.
"Name's Jazz, I'm the one who got you out."- A girl with blood-red hair spoke looking at him with glowing green eyes. "I need you to do something for me."- she added.
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Several men, women and children looked in awe as Danny gracefully swam from one end of the indoor public pool to the other, going under and swirling deep in the pool for scores of minutes which made a few of the more advance swimmers take notice of him.
"Hey, kiddo, mind if we time you?"- a man casually asked showing a chronometer.
"Sure!"- Danny agreed with a childish smile.
It was that Danny began swimming across the pool as fast as he could, in less than thirty seconds swum across the hundred-meter pool leaving more than one mouth open in astonishment. His movements were graceful as they were fast.
Tucker and Johnny 13 looked from their comfortable pool benches as their friend made his way towards them after exiting the pool and dripping water. The two men who initially asked to take Danny's time rushed up to him.
Johnny gulped down as he laid eyes over Danny's wide hips and thick legs though felt somewhat jealous of his notable six-pack abdomen which was heavily marked by his swimsuit. The biker shut his legs firmly upon seeing Danny turn around showing his bubble butt as he talked with the men.
Danny stood out like a sore thumb as he was wearing an orange with black dots thong leotard from Josie and the Pussy Ghouls which made him get a lot of unwanted attention, ever since arriving at the pool many kids his age constantly offered to buy him a drink which Danny kindly refuse.
"Don't worry, man. You'll get used to it sooner or later."- Tucker said as he leans on his chair. "Be grateful he's wearing something."- the boy added nonchalantly.
Tucker was almost sure his best friend would be walking around naked without a single care in the world, yet Johnny couldn't help but ogled at Danny as he made his way towards them wearing his leotard which showed his thick legs and wide hips making the biker feel rather uneasy, seeing Danny's cute face and slender body didn't help in the least.
Only the bulge between Danny's legs stops the biker from asking him out as it reminded him that Danny is a boy by birth despite his handsome face and borderline erotic body, for a brief moment he wonders if it would be too weird if he asked Danny out to the movies.
"He got one pretty ass."- Tucker suddenly said between laughter while looking at Danny's strange thong leotard.
Even Johnny had to admit Danny is rather quite good-looking despite currently dating a waitress named Kitty from a diner near the Dancing bear club where all three work. The biker let out a deep sigh as he compares the boy with his waitress only for Danny to be on top.
"It sicks me to think that he's better looking than most girls around here"- the biker boy replied still looking at Danny and wondering why he considered asking Danny out.
Sure enough, he had a better figure than most girls with certain exceptions such the trio of blonde women being chatted up by a quartet of who seemed to be college jocks given their large muscles and buzz-cut hair. Yet none of the women didn't seem to be interested in them.
Johnny finally peels his eyes off Danny and over to Tucker who was casually drinking a soda and recalls how often those two go out to the movies or just hang out at the Nasty Burger without anyone considering it strange in the least whenever not running any "errands" for Vlad.
Even now he was temporarily staying at Danny's house until his mother's health improved but above all until the heat with the Klan cools off. Johnny wasn't present during the rescue but heard plenty from his uncle Skulker about how Danny sliced and dice several armed men with nothing more than a couple of knives.
Johnny and Tucker both took noticed of Danny who was walking towards them with a huge smile plastered on his face, the biker still couldn't believe such a frail even girly looking boy such as Danny could murder people in cold blood.
"How's your mom doing?"- Johnny said trying to change the conversation.
"Much better. She's still a little shook up but doing better."- Tucker replied as he straightens himself.
It had been a few days since then Danny, Vlad and their "gang" rescued Tucker's mother, Angela Foley from the Klan Kalvary. The woman was heavily beaten up by cowards with silly racial thoughts, though she had thankfully escaped with only one rib crack and nothing life-threatening.
Vlad insisted the Foleys' stayed with Danny in case the Klan attempted an act of revenge for their slain comrades, the Foley house had indeed been targeted soon after the kidnapping, it was later discovered that the Klan still had possession of Angela's purse which contained her driver's license despite not owning a car yet.
Bringing Tucker's grandmother was quite an arduous task as the older woman thought Vlad's men who were surviving members from Andrei's posse and now servicing him were KKK members who came to lynch her, yet the old woman calmed down once she called Tucker at Danny's house and was explained the situation with her daughter.
The family awoke the morning following the kidnapping to the horrible news of their home for many years was set ablaze by the Klan, it was painful though the Foley took some comfort in the fact they were already in the process of moving out to a much better residence though lost most of their possessions in the fire.
"Any luck on the house search?"- Johnny casually asked.
"Yeah, we're moving out in a couple of days."- Tucker replied. "And thanks a lot, man. You're a real-life saviour."- the dark skin boy thanked Danny.
Tucker didn't expect or hope for things to turn so sour in such a short amount of time and without warning, he was very thankful for Danny's unconditional help though he would be even more grateful if his friend didn't walk around the house naked in the evenings.
He didn't mind sharing the same bed as Danny who loves to sleep in the nude while his mother and grandmother slept in the guest room, it was strange and even bizarre but also very exciting and for reasons he still couldn't understand end up feeling his friend up, even rubbing his crotch against Danny on the first night.
His smile suddenly vanished upon seeing how a large teenager poured a soda over Danny's head without any reason or provocation, even letting the ice in the cup hit his head, both Johnny and Tucker went silent as they knew what was about to happen.
"The fuck you wearing faggot!"- a large teenager with brown hair cut extremely short teased.
"Yo, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?"- Johnny demanded to know as he stood up.
The biker wasn't intimidated by the teenager who stood a whole head taller than him or of his three muscular friends who were laughing loudly and very rude. Tucker was the first to take notice of three blonde women giggling just a few meters back.
The four idiots were simply flexing their muscles and trying to impress the bimbos by bullying a boy whom they considered an easy prey considering his swimsuit and overly sweet demeanor as he had spent score of minutes talking with a man who wanted to scout him for his swimming team.
Danny impressed the coach so much that he wanted to recruit him on the spot, though was slightly taken aback upon discovering Danny wasn't a girl as he initially expected but a well-endowed boy who could swim over a hundred meters under thirty seconds, yet the boy had to turn him down.
"Apologized, this instant"- Danny's voice was venomous, to say the least.
"Didn't hear ya, little fag. Ya gotta speak up."- The brown-haired jock teased while slapping hands with his peers.
Danny gently smiled at him as he connected a might kick to his balls lifting him in the air for a brief second before bringing the boy to his knees, all he could see upon lifting his head was Danny's knee coming straight towards his face breaking his nose and leaving him on the floor just a few inches away from the pool.
Blood began pouring out of the teen's broken nose as he passed out due to the mighty impact he had received, the women they were trying to impress started screaming as blood reach the pool though Tucker was far more tranquil about the whole situation as he got their backpacks ready.
"The hell's wrong with you?! We were just messing around!"- another teen said kneeling down to his friend.
Danny simply ignored the questioning teen who was standing tall by giving his back to him and taking a sip from a soda over the table while the jock's friends tried to stop the bleeding using their towels. The larger teen growled upon seeing Tucker's schmuck smile.
It was then that he charged at Danny trying to tackle him down but the boy easily dodged him his attack and tripped him on the floor, the teen turns over furious but his anger dies down as he's gazing up a gun barrel, on the other end, was Tucker who cock the weapon allowing him to know it wasn't a toy.
"Yo guys! I think they're calling the cops. Let's make ourselves scarce!"- Johnny yelled out hopeful that would be enough to convince his friends to leave.
Unlike both Danny and Tucker who had seen blood and guts at close hand, Johnny hadn't and wasn't used to seeing blood nor hearing someone scream for dear life. The boys took their belongings and rushed out the door without so much as getting dress.
The cold and snowy winds embraced Tucker and Johnny's bodies sending shivers up their spines as several pool-goers stopped and wonder if they were high on something due to them running down the parking lot and across the street wearing only their trunks though in Danny's case, bikini.
Danny took the lead by running over the snow without a care in the world just a couple of meters ahead of the boys, Johnny couldn't help but glue his eyes over Danny's round ass as it sways side to side in an almost hypnotic manner until he stops inside an alleyway where the snow was turning black.
"How nice of Skulker to lend you his wheels."- Danny spoke in a teasing manner.
Before them, was a powerful and pristine two-door red Oldsmobile tornado covered in plenty of snow. Danny casually slides his backpack to the ground and begins getting dress while Johnny and Tucker were struggling with their almost numb fingers.
Johnny heard rumors about a soviet tradition in which boys are forced to walk under sub-zero temperatures in their underwear in order to make them more resilient to the cold environment they constantly live in, it was fair to say Danny had gone through such tradition seeing how he barely acknowledge the cold.
"Yeah, gonna take my lady out tonight. Probably gonna get lucky tonight."- Johnny commented with his shivering voice. "Come on, get in I'm freezing my ass out here."- the biker added.
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A steaming pot bristled under a kitchen window as Angela Foley made dinner later that night, her mother Margaret was sitting over the table nursing a hot cup of coffee while eyeing her daughter who was busy cooking.
"I'm telling ya. This is how it starts. First, they asked you to cook and before you know it, boom, you're wearing a maid outfit and cleaning all their funky shit."- the old woman ranted.
"Not again, mom. Mister Vlad isn't like that and he personally came to rescue me from them hoods and is even letting us stay at his house with his kid."- Angela replied.
The old woman didn't like in the least staying under the same roof as white people especially those with money as it made her recalled her days as a maid. She loathed that era in life where she had wait on all the whims of her employers.
"These people are criminals, I tell ya."- Margaret exclaimed. "And what's with that weird kid? He gives me the hibbie jibbies."- She added under her breath.
Angela couldn't retort to on either thought as she quickly took notice of the armed men roaming the premises and a few more staying in the front house. Both Angela and Margaret knew better than to be asking or commenting on things they shouldn't be talking about.
In the few days, they had stayed, neither of them had seen Vlad around the house, only his son Danny who often came home at night and glued his ass to the bean couch to watch his favorite shows though more notable was his taste for walking without clothes which made her think the boy had hippy parents, at least on mother's side given that she was a no show.
The boy treated nudity as it was the most common thing ever not even flinching whenever Angelo or Margaret saw him walking out of the shower wearing nothing more than a towel over his head, in a way, she felt more at home without the boy walking over eggshells around her.
"I know he's a little off but they're letting stay until we get a new house. Of course, I would like it more if he didn't feel so comfortable around us."- Angela said as she tasted her stew.
In only a few more days she and her family would be moving into her new house, there was some pride in knowing her son was buying it yet learned Danny put in half of the money which she intended on paying back as soon as she could, though it would be through Tucker's pocket given the fact, he was making more cash and she was now unemployed as it was too dangerous for her to go back to the bar.
No surprise Danny took offence once Angela told him about paying him back, the boy told her it was a gift not only from himself but also from his father Vlad and added that they took care of their own which was something she had never heard a white man say to her, even if he wasn't a man yet.
Angela walked out from the kitchen and headed towards Danny's bedroom where her son was staying while she and her mother were in the guestroom on the opposite side of the house, she smiled warmly upon seeing Tucker's grey suit over the large bed.
The woman smiled upon seeing her young boy growing up so fast. He was already working and making his own money, now he was having his first-ever date which made her recalled her days when she started dating her late husband Maurice.
"What time are you coming back?"- Angela firmly asked after walking inside the bathroom where her son was taking a shower.
"Mom! Get out!"- Tucker replied as he was already soaping his body up.
"There's nothing you got that I haven't seen before and your friend always walks around naked. Thank god, you haven't picked up on that one yet."- the woman retorted.
Tucker explained early that morning about taking a girl from school on a movie date and later on for dinner though was using his new scooter seeing that no cabbie would take a black teenager at night.
Angela was still very shaken up by the whole Kalvary incident but even she knew it was a random attack and not something directly planned against her. The woman agreed to let him go as long as he came back before midnight and to call if anything came up.
There was much regret in the fact she was showing too much money which was the sole reason she was targeted, but now they were in a different part of town, a place no one knew them. Even so, she told Tucker to stay in areas that welcome their kind and not to act out or show too much cash.
"Better take my piece"- Tucker whispered as he got out of the shower and was getting dressed.
The boy took his coat from the hanger next to the door and kiss both his mother and grandmother goodbye while telling them that Danny was coming back much later and to not wait for him something though Margaret didn't intend on waiting for the boy.
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Violent and snowy winds quickly covered a large black Lincoln as it parked in front of an old and derelict apartment building down in Devil's Diner. Several vagrants were trying to keep themselves warm by setting some fires inside barrels while a handful was going through the dumpsters for something to eat.
Danny looked out the window fixing his eyes on the apartment building's main entrance, though a girl a few years younger than him was standing just a foot away from window blocking his view, the girl's starving gaze was completely over his half-eaten burger which rested over his hand.
"Here you go, honey."- the boy handed her the burger and a twenty-dollar bill which could buy her food for a few days.
The boy and the four men who were accompanying him were all visibly uncomfortable as they saw the child wolf down the food knowing all too well it was probably the only decent meal she'd had in months. The three men in the back gave her a paper bag with leftover which she took and rush away as some hobos came too close.
Danny quietly looked through the windshield following the child with his eyes and noticed she was barefoot. He exits the car and cocks his gun as he negatively waves his finger while pointing it over to a hobo who was eyeing the girl as she continued eating next to a set of stairs.
"If it weren't for mister Vlad that would be my kid now."- a thin black man with an afro named Eight ball suddenly said.
"Ok, guys, nice and easy."- Danny ordered. "Carlos, you stay with the car and keep our backs covers, I don't trust these hobos."- he added.
The apartment building wasn't abandoned though it did seem to be as it was now was filled with all sorts of bums, drug addicts, crack-head prostitutes and low-time gangsters who couldn't tell if it was day or night yet acted as if they owned the city.
The voice of a sports commentator could be heard coming from the first apartment on the ground floor which had an old tag reading "Manager." Danny couldn't help but wonder just how much would any pay for a room in such a dump, not even his first lodgings were so bad.
Gangland graffiti decorated the walls and staircases, many apartments had their doors missing and were completely ransacked though a few bums and junkies took over. Every now and again they came across an apartment where they could hear soft voices.
The poorest families would settle in what was known as Rat Town, the rent in apartment buildings such as this came to a couple of dollars though it was unsure if the so-called manager really owns or work for the building.
Many streetwalkers often service their johns in the staircases or the empty rooms but gave no mind to any voyeur, oddly enough, despite the decrepit and poorly maintained as the building was, the elevators were still working.
"Ya heard that Tucker's getting it on with Velvet."- the black afro wearing gangster often referred to as Eight-Ball said as he pressed the top floor button.
"For reals? Funky kid ain't even got no fur on his balls and he's already nailing Velvet."- a Latino man going under the nickname Machete replied.
"Man, that ain't fair. I've been trying to get her on my dick since day one."- a tall bald black man best known as Hammer added.
Danny listened quietly as he recalled who Velvet was, one of Vlad's many strippers from the club and the one who made the most cash per night. A woman in her mid-twenties with large breasts and a face to die for, it kinda surprised him to know his best friend was seeing someone like her. She could have any man with a snap of her fingers.
Tucker often got inside the "Gloryhole" section which Vlad establish some time ago and the boy would stay for hours whenever he wasn't collecting for Vlad especially if Velvet was working there that night. Even Danny took a time off to watch the girls dance while smoking a joint though always did so in the private booths.
"I bet you got all kinds of pussy in your bed, eh Phantom."- Eight-ball commented looking at Danny with a smirk.
"Um… well… I… ah… yeah… tons… of it…"- Danny lied while turning red like a tomato. "That's enough, comrades. Put on your mean faces."- Danny added trying to save face once he heard some giggling.
Vlad had forbidden him from having the same alone time with any girl as Tucker allegedly did with Velvet, according to the man Danny wasn't ready for "it" yet but also told that it was mainly due to the girls in the club having all kinds of sexually transmitted diseases.
Danny and his crew got off on the fourteenth floor where the scenery was somewhat better than on the previous floor. There were no junkies or bums on the upper floors as they needed to stay where either food or drugs were more available.
"This is the place."- Danny said as he stops in the middle of the hallway and knocks on the wooden door.
"Fuck off!"- a rude voice said from the other side followed by loud music.
It was then that Danny kicked the door down surprising everyone inside the room. The boy and his crew marched in, but a large man lunges towards Danny who easily takes hold of his wrist once the man tried to punch him in the face.
The three men accompanying Danny let out several mocking expressions as he slammed the larger man into the fancy stereo sound system and large woofers. Leaving the man unconscious, Danny firmly walked further into the room as he stares down at five teenagers who looked back at him with shock expressions.
The room as most of the building was a mess with graffiti over the wall and food scraps on the floor along with some empty pizza boxes, there was dirty clothing on the couch and the window. Some old pots on the stove emanating a disgusting odor which clearly wasn't food anymore.
A bong stood proudly in the middle of the coffee table next to a few open packages of marijuana, three white lines and a small amount of white dust pile up by the corner of the table could also be discerned, and finally a couple of yellow semi-translucid bottles filled with small blue capsules.
"The Rolling Ghouls… at least you silly punks have fine taste."- Danny said as he took hold of a vinyl LP disc from the floor.
"Who the fuck…."- a large mean-looking teen stood up pulling out a .38 revolver but couldn't finish his sentence.
The teenager feels on his knees as he and his friends saw with horrified eyes at the gun and four of his fingers on the floor, blood started to pour out from the wounds but was already going into shock which prevented him from screaming though rolled up on the floor whimpering.
"Your friend has very bad manners but to answer his question. We're a taxi service and here to collect one Samantha Manson. We were told she's here."- Danny added as he tossed the LP disc on the floor. "And before you lie to me, I want you to take a hard look at your friend."- the boy added pointing at the boy who was trembling due to the blood loss.
In Danny's hand was his old Soviet M1940 combat knife which he casually spins around while putting out his left hand and commanding the boys to remain in their seat though tossed a shirt over the bleeding teen who quickly wrapped it around his hand.
"What do you want with my girl."- a boy slightly older than Danny with blue hair asked through his cracking voice.
The blue-haired teen pissed himself once he felt the cold steel of Danny's knife under his chin as the smell of blood reached his nostrils. A long blonde-haired teen spoke out pointing towards the door saying that she was practising with their producer Willy in the apartment upfront.
"Practicing you say?"- the boy questioned.
"Yeah, we're a rock band…"- the blue-haired boy who claimed to be Sam's boyfriend answered as he presented himself as Shade though Danny wanted to know more about Willy, "He's our manager and pays for everything…the instruments, the bus… you know everything"- Danny put his finger on the teenager's lip shushing him, he heard enough.
"Machete come with me."- Danny ordered as he turned around. "You two make sure these gentlemen don't go anywhere."-
Danny easily yanked the handle out completely off the door which impressed the Latin man who briefly stood looking at the crushed knob that laid quietly over the floor as the boy walked inside the apartment which was identical to the previous one.
It was lacking almost all the furniture with the exception of a single person couch in the middle of what would be considered the living room. To the right were the kitchen that was missing the stove and the fridge leaving only the shadow of where they once stood.
Music was coming from beyond a single door to the right which instantly caught Danny's attention. The boy kicked the door wide open as he starting to get annoyed by the foul stench of garbage and even human waste that permeated most of the building.
Danny looked with much disdain at a half-naked girl laying over the bed, her petite breasts completely exposed though still preserved her skirt and rocker style boots. It was fair to say they were both around the same age.
The girl laid motionless over the bed with drool coming from the side of her mouth which made Danny give out a disgusted expression as looked at her. Several beer cans and even a few liquor bottles were scattered across the room.
"I think you had enough booze, time for some milk…"- a voice said coming from the bathroom. "What in the fuck is going on here?"- A naked fat man clearly in his mid-forties demanded to know upon entering the living room.
"Mister Willy, I presume?"- Danny said calmly. "A word if you please."
Eight-ball and Hammer begun laughing as they saw Danny dragging a fat naked man by the ankle into the room though their eyes soon move over to Machete who was carrying a pale looking girl over his shoulder, it was then that Shade stood up demanding for them to let go of his girlfriend.
Hammer punched him so hard that he broke his nose and order him to stay in the couch unless he wanted something else broken, the band members could only see Sam's pale butt as Eight-ball moved in closer to the girl who was drooling all over Machete's back.
"Man, she's stone as fuck." -the black man commented as he pulled the girl by her short black hair seeing her blank expression. "Put this bitch in the shower or something, cold water atta sober her up"- he instructed.
Willy tried to get up only for Danny to yanked his ankle up higher making it impossible for him to get back on his feet, the man tried to ordered the boys sitting on the couch to help him but courage and human decency wasn't their strong suit.
"Do have any idea who I am!"- Willy yelled out loud as a shower could be heard running. "I can shit on you from so high up, you're gonna think God himself took a dump on you!"- the man continued yelling and threatening.
"You're a dead man if you don't start answering my questions."- Danny said as he dragged the fat man towards the window.
Machete considered himself a strong man but even he was surprised to see a boy who hardly weight forty kilos dangling a man clearly three times his weight outside the window using only his left hand to hold him by the ankle. He was one of the many who didn't believe the rumors going around the boy but seeing him lift such a fat man with so much ease made him a believer.
Willy saw with horror-filled eyes at the back-parking lot where cars and an abandoned bus were as small as toy cars from the height he was suspended at. The man begged for Danny not to let him go and to bring him back in, offering to give him money, drugs and even to let him have a turn with Sam which only made him tighten his grip.
"What did you give her?"- Danny asked threatening to let him fall down several hundred meters.
"Nothing! Some Mary and booze that's all! She likes booze!"- Willy replied with a terrified voice.
"Ain't no way some Mary jane and booze got her that stone. Bitch is tripping on LSD. She doesn't even know on what planet she's in"- Eight-ball said giving his "professional" opinion.
"For fuck's sake!"- Danny said letting Willy fall down fourteen stories without even giving him a sideways glance. "Can't deliver her like that. Guess we're gonna have to wake Nikolai up, maybe he can give her something to snap her out of it."- the boy added as loud thud followed by a faint car alarm was heard.
His men gulped down upon seeing the coldness in which Danny had murdered a man before their eyes but it was the casualness in his actions that frighten them the most. The boys quickly told him that they didn't know what Willy was doing with her.
Yet fell in contradictions as one commented about only being part of her rock band, another added how they hardly knew each other but Danny ignored them altogether as he headed inside the bathroom and stared at the naked girl who was simply moving her head around trying to figure out where she was.
He noticed how the girl was pretending to play with an imaginary guitar though her singing came out as nothing more than gurgles and groans which made him sigh. Yet Danny couldn't avoid the idea of having seen her before though couldn't place her anywhere.
"Can't believe I'm missing The Groovy Gang and Scaredy Cat to pick up this junkie"- Danny muttered as he closes the shower.
Vlad had ordered almost out of the blue to go and picked up this girl, he wasn't given many details other than it is necessary for his upcoming business venture. The man already had plenty of girls working at the club and his many whorehouses.
"She just used goods; I doubt we sell her ass for more than twenty bucks a poke."- Danny added as he lifted her by the hair.
Both Danny's men and Sam's band members watched in silence as he dragged the girl by the hair back into the living room only to drop her on the cold floor while demanding to know where all her personal items were at and to have them delivered at once before he lost his good mood.
All four boys pointed towards the bedroom on the opposite side which only had a mattress on the floor by the corner and some clothes, Shade cautiously walked over to Danny while telling him that the pink electric guitar with "SM" written on the base belongs to his girlfriend along with the skull backpack.
The boy twinkled his nose due to the foul smell in the room as he picked up the rocker's clothes though raised an eyebrow upon seeing a heavily used thong which he simply cast aside. Sam's Jacket was slightly tucked under the mattress.
"Tell me."- Danny suddenly said as he turned over to Shade. "Are you a photo aficionado?"- the boy asked while showing a dozen pictures in his hand which were hidden under the mattress.
The teenager turned pale upon seeing the pictures in the boy's hand, each and every one of them was of Sam sleeping naked next to beer bottles and other stronger liquors though also showed the pong. More than half of the pictures also had one or two band members in similar conditions as the girl, yet he also came across pictures of Willy.
"I swear to God, he made us do it."- Shade spoke trying to plea with Danny.
"That's quite alright…"- Danny added as he swiped his blade into the teen's throats making him hold his throat as blood flows out like an open faucet. "Let's bounce."- The boy ordered as he stepped over Shade's dying body.
"What do we do with them, Phantom?"- Hammer asked as he took hold of the guitar and a backpack where they stuff the girl's clothes.
"They wanted to be on the papers… kill them."- the boy firmly ordered.
"Wait a minute! You don't have to this!"- one of the band members pleaded.
The three men produce from under their capes M3 grease guns making the boys stand up in horror as loud and steady gunfire echo within the room while brief yelling filled with pain accompanied the shooting, only one managed to beg for his life moments before having dozens of bullets punctured his body.
Danny dragged Sam by the hair as if she were nothing more than mere luggage, though Hammer offered to carry the girl for him more out of pity. The boy simply muttered "Ok" before letting her head hit the floor with a loud thud while he continued out the door.
The man quickly wrapped Sam with his cape and picked her up in his arms as they made their way towards the elevator, Machete wasn't aware of Danny's callous disregard for other people's wellbeing and would drag the girl down the stairs by the hair had he not offered to help.
"Holy shit! Another jumper"- A woman said the moment the elevator doors open.
As Danny and his crew marched towards the entrance, they noticed some doors in the hallway were open and people were asking timidly asking what happened, yet hardly anyone bothered to look over to the four gangsters carrying a girl wrapped in a black cloth.
More than one poor soul took their lives in a similar fashion though it didn't mean their bodies would be respected, on the contrary, they were ransacked and left with nothing more than their birthday suits, necrophilia wasn't an odd recurrence if the female was still in one piece which often made police work even harder.
Of course, it was also very common for drug dealers to tossed their junkies out of tall buildings if they couldn't pay up for their vice. Devil's diner and Rat town were the worst areas in all Amity Park, it did surprise Danny to know Tucker had been living in such a place though not in a neighborhood as wicked as this.
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It took a couple of hours for the LSD to run its full course though Danny was well aware that it normally lasted between six and fifteen hours which made him wonder when she last took the acid and how many tablets for the matter.
"Where are my friends!"- Sam asked still somewhat high and stumbling on the ground.
The girl became more aggressive towards Danny and his crew once the medicine started to work, though it was upon learning they were sent in to fetch her that became violent, tossing glasses and demanding to be let go, she constantly called out for her boyfriend.
"They ditch ya."- Danny said as he sat down and open a soda bottle.
"They would never do that to me, never!"- Sam shriek more than yelling.
Danny was already tired of her endless yapping and yelling, he wanted to break the glass bottle over her head and shut her up, but stay his hand knowing it wasn't her who was ranting but the acid instead. She was still tripping and couldn't make heads or tail of her situation.
The girl didn't believe Danny who told her that her rock band had turned her in for a single one-hundred-dollar bill, according to him more money than they had ever seen in their entire lives, his lie was so thorough and convincing that even his men who witness and murdered the teens believed it for a moment.
"No! you're lying! Shade would never leave me! He loves me!"- Sam accused firmly though quietly begun to sob once more.
"For the love of… how stupid can you be?"- Danny quietly asked still in his seat. "Your boyfriend was selling your ass to pay the rent"- Sam was unable to process anything that was being told to her.
Shade had promised her they would be famous rock stars soon enough and with Willy's help that was not just a dream. She had been introduced by her boyfriend to alcohol as a small form of celebration after each gig which made her feel like an adult, on the top of the world.
She couldn't remember the first time she slept with Shade as it was just a blur in her memories, it had been a rough concert which ended with them being kicked out of the stage by an angry crowd who didn't appreciate their music.
"It'll clear your head"- Sam recalled her boyfriend saying later that night as he offered her some LSD for the first time.
The girl suddenly began screaming at Danny, calling him a liar while tossing everything she could get her hands on. There was no way for her to believe this boy whom she had never seen before to be telling the truth. Unlike her man, these people were thugs.
Machete and Eight-ball tried to block Danny's path as they saw him rushing over to Sam with an angry expression on his face but failed to stop him, it was as if they could even hold him. Their hands passed through his thin arms.
Sam went quiet as she was shoved against the wall, she looked into Danny's terrible glowing green eyes as he glared her down, all courage and bravado suddenly disappeared. The boy was hardly taller than her but felt so intimidated by his sheer presence.
Danny loathed addicts with their funky attitude or seeing them on the floor drooling like idiots, the boy saw them as less than sewer rats though selling the stuff to worthless low-lives such as Samantha was one of their many operations yet it scarcely took priority.
Vlad only had his men sell it due to their need of income and drugs guarantee a steady flow of customers, even so, he ordered not sell near schools or parks, not for some moral standing but to avoid catching the attention of the police, yet Danny did see the irony of having their men pushed around an ice-cream cart selling weed, acid and other substances.
"I'm not your funky ass cheese-weasel of a boyfriend or your daddy to be tolerating your fucking temper tantrums"- Danny said firmly. "Take a chill pill, clean yourself up and get dress. The boss and your dad will be here soon, I don't them seeing you covered in puke."- the boy concluded as he pushed Sam towards the bathroom.
Sam felt a lump in her throat as she made her way into the bathroom though wasn't allowed the closed the door due to the concern of her trying to run away again. She was their problem until her dad came to pick her up.
Standing by the corner was an old man sweeping up some of the broken bickers Sam tossed during her rant, Danny felt obligated to help clean up the clinic as he had brought the deranged girl just short from closing hours.
"Sorry about all this, Nikolai."- Danny apologized as he took a broom and begun sweeping.
Danny couldn't stand the idea of babysitting such an unruly brat, fighting mobsters seemed much more preferable at this point. The boy stood at the bathroom door and looked as Sam was sitting under the sprinkler letting the cold water rained over her head.
They only needed her to close a business deal Vlad was forming with the girl's father. Vlad's operations were finally starting to give real fruits but that also meant more people were looking their way and so needed to launder the money.
Danny didn't understand the concept of money laundering but knew money made both a lot of noise and was smelly which meant the police would soon start sniffing around, either to get their cut of the profits or to shut them down, worst yet, to arrest them.
Out of all the businesses Vlad could have looked upon, it was the movie making that caught his eye. The idea was perfect according to Vlad, thousands of dollars went in and out, even more, if the movie was a hit, best of all was that Amity had but one movie studio in the whole city which gave him complete control.
The only problem was that Jeremy Manson, studio owner and movie producer wasn't impressed by Vlad's proposition nor intimidated by his thugs. Jeremy only wanted to have his runway daughter brought back to him safe and sound in return for his association.
"I hope you're worth all the troubles, bitch."- Danny muttered under his breath. "maybe they can start making a new Dirty Harriet movie"- Danny thought as he recalled the movie studio.
It was by far his favorite movie only second to Josie and the pussy ghouls; he had even gotten the same firearm the lead actress used during the movie. With a little luck, he might even get an autograph from her and other famous stars. The idea made him shiver in delight.
Sam walked out from the shower still looking like utter shit but with the LSD effect gone by now. Her eyes were red and puffy but started to realized what she went through now that her head was becoming clearer.
"Sorry…"- she muttered before taking a seat on the couch.
"That's quite already. It was just some funky business."- Danny replied offering a cold soda though keeping his distance in case she tried to jab him with it.
Vlad, Jeremy and his wife Pamela Manson arrived twenty minutes later, Danny was expecting Sam's parents to berate her for running away but instead, they hugged and cried for a few moments before Jeremy walked up to Vlad giving him a strong handshake.
(XXXXXXXX)
Danny yawned loudly as the taxi he was riding in approached his house around one in the morning, the boy was eager to jump into bed and sleep until midday, though recalled having to meet with Vlad at the studio.
A powerful snowstorm was starting to form the moment he exits the taxi though upon crossing the gate saw Tucker parking his scooter over the walkway leading to the house. Both boys rushed inside yet the dark skin boy clad in a thick coat while Danny only had his everyday leather jacket.
They were welcome with the soft and delicate aroma of hot coffee upon entering the house, Tucker quickly took off his coat once he noticed his mother was sleeping over the couch as she was waiting for both boys.
"Hi, mom. I'm back."- Tucker greeted Angela. "Let's get you into bed."-
"Did you have fun?"- the woman muttered.
"A lot."- Tucker replied as he took Angela to the guestroom.
Danny walked into the kitchen for coffee and some biscuits as he was much too tired to reheat Angela's dinner. The two boys headed over to Danny's bedroom armed with coffee and cookies after leaving their coats hanging over the hangers next to the door.
Snow-covered boots were tossed over to the corner by the clothes bin along with their pants and shirts, Tucker let out a deep sigh as he saw Danny stripping down completely while he was trying to fetch his pajamas.
"So, did you have fun with Velvet?"- Danny asked as while stretching his well tone legs.
Tucker let out a deep and loud sigh as he knew it was impossible for him to keep this night a secret to anyone from the club. In fact, he wanted to brag about it to everyone but knew better than run his mouth with just anyone, especially Vlad.
"Fuck it!"- Tucker suddenly exclaimed as he yanked down his underwear. "See anything different?"- Tucker proudly spoke as he stood naked.
"Did you gain weight?"- Danny asked upon seeing a small gut.
"You know what forget about it."- Tucker replied as he yanked the bedsheets.
The boys shared a soft chuckled before Danny took his place in the bed after turning off the lights. It had been a long and tiring night for Danny though Tucker was fast asleep which made him smile as he turns over to the window to see the snow falling.
Deep down in his heart, Danny hopes to never have to deal with the annoying girl ever again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his head around her mood swings, one minute she was cussing out her father and the next hugging him tightly while crying.
"Must be the dope"- the boy muttered as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The soft and delicate aroma of waffles being cook slowly and gently crept its way into Danny bedroom as he peacefully slept, his eyes open only to see the sun was out and the snowstorm had ended, the boy groan rather loud as he wanted to continue sleeping for it had felt as if he had only slept for a few minutes.
It was then that he heard a soft knocking on the door which slowly open only a few seconds later, Danny looked over the door and saw Tucker's mother peaking in, even with his cloudy eyesight noticed she still had a black eye and swollen cheek due to her previous kidnapping by the Klan Kalvary.
"Wake up kids. Time for breakfast."- the woman spoke with a kind voice.
"Thank you… we're getting up."- Danny said as the woman closed the door again.
The boy quickly Tucker was hugging him from behind, even pressing his crotch against Danny's butt which made the boy give him a soft strike with the elbow in order to wake him up as he didn't feel like having Tucker's morning wood rubbing against his bare butt-cheeks.
Danny didn't mind having some company over but his sense of honor and duty told him he had to get rid of the remaining Klan if he truly wanted to help his best friend. The police hardly ever care to help colored people unless the media got wind of it, even then there were little results.
According to Vlad's sources in the police department, the house fire was rule out as an "accident" due to a faulty gas line. It didn't matter there were several witnesses who saw Kalvarymen dressed in their silly costumes throwing Molotov cocktails into the house.
Normally, Danny ate alone or at a nearby diner but had to admit there was a warm sensation in sharing a meal with his friends. It would be a more delightful meal if Tucker's grandmother wasn't eyeing him down constantly from the corner of her eye.
"It's was delicious Mrs. Foley."- the boy suddenly said once he finished and offered to do the dishes.
(XXXXXX)
Later that night, Danny was staring down at red bottle Vlad had previously ordered moments after taking a seat at a modest restaurant in High Town. It was a simple homey yet a very elegant place with red clothes covering the table and candles. Vlad wanted to celebrate the newly made deal down with Jeremy Manson.
The chattering of people resounded within the restaurant as the three only waiters rushed around carrying food trays, a few customers stood by the bar casually drinking among their friends though a handful was alone which caught Danny's attention yet only briefly.
He was much too busy studying the menu while wondering just how big of a deal it must have been to call for a "special" dinner. Despite looking at the menu for scores of minutes, he settled with a steak once Vlad ordered the same.
A few looks from nearby people were thrown their they way as Vlad poured Danny a glass of wine. The boy never drank but still accepted the drink while waiting for their food to arrive, he not only enjoyed his time with Vlad, he loved it.
Vlad explained his alliance with Jeremy wasn't only as a money-laundering racket but an actual business with the promise of high revenue with each movie that was produced, easily moving product among the production trailers to other states.
"How are the Foley doing? I heard they moved to their new house earlier today."- Vlad asked as he took a sip from his glass.
"Pretty well, Tucker and his mom really like the house."- Danny commented as he took a sip of his wine though made a disgusted face upon the wine touching his tongue. "I did have to twist the salesperson arm a little."- The boy continued as he began cutting his steak.
Tucker's new place was hardly any bigger than his previous house though in far better conditions and in a much better neighborhood. Three bedrooms and a small garage along with the kitchen and bathroom composed the whole house.
Yet the saleswoman tried to increase the price upon seeing the Foley's skin color, even tried to sell them a smaller house over at "Jason bay" which is a prominently black community yet the woman was offended by the implication they couldn't afford the house.
Danny and Tucker pulled the woman inside the house after asking the Foley to check out the garage and the back garden, it was there the boys met with Angela a few minutes later though the saleswoman seemed scared but essentially accepted to keep the deal as it was.
"I also got this from the girl. Thought it might be useful."- Danny suddenly commented as he pulled out a small yellow enveloped from his breast pocket.
Before Vlad were over a dozen pictures of Sam Manson in very precarious positions, most were of her sleeping naked next to one of her bandmates though the final ones were of a fat older man who had his way with the girl.
He knew these pictures could prove useful if Jeremy ever steps out of line and tried to get more out of the deal they already had. There were many pictures of Sam taking LSD pills, smoking a joint, and committing other illicit activities, the kind her father wouldn't want to be made public.
Vlad hid the pictures inside the pocket of his jacket the moment the waiter came up with their food. Danny drooled at the large piece of steaming meat which he began cutting down with a knife hardly sharp enough which tempted him to pull out his own blade.
The flavors danced inside their mouths as both had rarely ever eaten such delicacy before. Only in dreams would they have enjoyed such meat back in the Soviet Union much less Danny who lived inside the gulag though not as a worker.
His eyes slowly set on the window and saw two vans suddenly parked in the middle of the street, their tires shrieking as they slammed the brakes. Several armed men climbed out from their cars dressed in green strip suits with their faces covered by a wooden mask which instantly caught Danny's attention.
"Duck!"- The boy yelled out as he tossed the table over its side.
Frenetic gunfire broke out as hundreds of bullets through the window shredding everything in their path. Danny and Vlad glued themselves on the floor as Danny turn himself and Vlad intangible as to avoid the horrid attack.
Danny saw how the bartender was mowed down as he tried to feel only to be left laying over a puddle of his own blood a few feet away. Bottles exploded and wooden shards flew into the air as men and women tried to flee into the kitchen in a desperate attempt to reach safety.
"Those are M16 rifles!"- Danny said having recognized the sound the rifles made.
"Cease fire!"- a man dressed in a red robe ordered. "Mister Vlad! The grand master, Pariah Dark says hi!"- the man continued as he reloaded his weapon.
Over fifteen people laid dead on the restaurant's redwood floor, the gunners quietly walked closer to the window and saw the table were Vlad and Danny hid behind was ridden with holes which made him smile with triumph under his mask as he put a foot over the window frame.
Danny suddenly stood up from behind the broken table and landed a single shot to his head shattering the man's brain matter over the street. The boy quickly phased through the table and rushed towards the window as he slays two more gunslingers with his .38 Super.
"He's still alive!"- another gunslinger yelled out only to be silence by a gunshot to the throat.
The boy's green eyes glowed brightly under the moonlight sending terribly shivers into each of the men who came to claim his life and that of Vlad. Automatic gunfire couldn't harm the boy no matter how much lead was send his way.
One by one the attackers were being mercilessly cut down by Danny who disappeared and reappeared several meters away causing disarray among the men. It was as if the boy was impervious to bullets for, they entered his body without so much as causing any sort of harm.
"He's over the streetlamp!"- A gangster suddenly yelled out as he fired towards where Danny was standing.
The men yelled out as they all open fire upon the boy who leaped an impossible distance over their head and yet not a single bullet managed to hurt the kid though an innocent bystander who was watching the gunfight unfold from his window met with his maker as a stray shot took his life.
Gunshots echo and knife slashes glimmer in the dark as men fell dead to the ground after meeting with Danny's deadly touched. A man was tossed so hard against the wall it left a bloody crack on the concrete while two more flew several dozen meters into the street.
"What kind of a demon is that!?"- a masked man cursed out as he took cover behind a car.
"I think it's gone"- Another man proclaimed.
Only a single gunman and his partner remained alive, the men looked in horror at the lifeless bodies of his allies which rested over the cold snowy street, the blood had turned the white snow into a disgusting red stain. Slowly and very carefully both men tried to find Vlad's bodyguard never breaking away from cover.
What they had witnessed was impossible even for a city littered with unspeakable abominations such as the infamous War Dweller or the Ecto-puss. This boy was nothing of the sort, it was as if he were made of air, horrible darkness with terrible promises of an agonizing death.
"I got a few questions for you"- Danny said making both men turned around with a horrified expression.
The boy stood over a light green Volkswagen beetle, the men saw in Danny's hand the upper half a man who had been ripped apart, only his left arm remained, the jaw was missing but his lower half was nowhere to be seen. Danny's eyes glow with wicked neon green and though was by no means taller than any of them, he was a towering and menacing figure, nightmare fuel.
"Get in the car"- Vlad ordered as he points his revolver over their heads.
To be continued