Mako's Message: What is this...I don't even...
So...I rewrote this thing like, four times, and it could probably be better, but if I waited until it was as good as it could get get I'd never post it, so here it is!
And...yeah...

Enjoy! -Runs-


That was fucking nuts.

Okay, first, we have not been giving Chirs enough credit.

Everything he's been doing. Everything we thought was just for shits and giggles. His gang just having fun. It was all for recruitment.

Somehow he got himself an old warehouse, probably one of the last in the city, and legitimately too if what Marcus said was true, but since the place was like lord of the fucking flies (…huh. High School English is good for something after all) I wouldn't be surprised if they were paying people off, blackmailing them, or just flat out threatening them. That said...the place is awesome. I hate to admit it, I really fucking do because I think a little bit of my self respect died with that statement, but it was.

He had all sorts of arcade games set up, and even some flatscreen TVs with consoles hooked up. There was a whole bank of computers set up in one corner. They had an indoor skate park set up. An area was set up to be half convenience store and half snack bar. Kids kept going in and just taking sodas out of the coolers and chips, snack cakes, candy bars, anything you could fucking want off the shelves and just going back to whatever because there wasn't cash register in sighte. Just a guy going around keeping the place in order. And to top it off, there where comics everywhere.

And not just any comics. The Motherfucker comics. And The Great White comics, Hammer comics, Hard Gay comics, and other comics starring assholes I didn't recognize like Bladez.

And the place was fucking packed.

And why wouldn't it be? Free food and drinks, free games, free internet, and there were even bins of free portable gameing systems, MP3 players, cell phones, CDs, DVDs, and video games. Oh, and NO RULES.

Not shitting you. Some kid got pissed when he lost a game and smashed a TV and the only people that cared where the ones who were playing with him who got up and started beating the crap out of him. There were people just making out and shit in dark corners, between the arcade games, or even just right out in the fucking open. Hell, I think I even saw some kid at the computers beating off.

And that was just the ground floor.

The next floor up was more of the same, except that there was a hole in the floor over the skate park on the first floor(with railings fortunately), but it was mostly older kids. My guess is that the kids my age didn't feel like getting too far from the exit. No one seemed to think anything of me being there up there, though, "Samantha" does look like she's older than I am.

The next floor up though was a bit different. It was set up more like a common room at a college dorm or something, and it was a lot less crowded, maybe a couple dozen people at most. And the people that were there were also older than the ones one the lower floors. Like, college age. They were sitting around either playing games or just talking. What really caught my eye was a girl maybe a little older than me sitting with a guy who kept whispering in her ear and eventually pulled his cock out and pushed her down to start blowing him. One of the guys noticed and started cheering her on, and after a minute another came up behind her and started pulling her pants down. She hadn't really objected when the first guy had pushed her down on his dick, but now she was resisting, but the first guy held her head down and the second guy managed to get her pants off enough to start fucking her.

It was really hard to not kill them all right there. I mean, it would have been easy to kill those two, and maybe even a third before the rest even knew what was going on, but I was neck deep in enemy territory, I only had my one knife, and who knew how many of the cunts here were Cunts and would try and fight me? I couldn't do anything then, but I memorized their faces so when we go back to exterminate those fuckers I'll make sure they die slowly.

That was when one of these guys that I hadn't realized until then were acting as...guards. Or something. Enforcers? Yeah, that sounds right. One of these enforcer guys came up behind me and said "You still sure you wanna be up here little girl?"

So I turned around and grabbed him by the balls and told him, "I go where I wanna go," and shoved him to the floor.

Another of those enforcer types started laughing at him and I heard him say something like, "Ha, I like em spicy."

I can't wait to go back and wipe all those fuckers out. I was seriously tempted to put a little sway in my hips to try and lure them somewhere their bodies wouldn't be noticed, but there was still more of the building to check out.

Halfway up the next flight of stairs there was a guy who watched me walk past him over his sunglasses, and called after me, "What's up there isn't for little girls," but other than that he made no effort to stop me from getting to the fourth floor.

Which was a strip club.

I have no idea if the girls dancing were being paid by Chris or if they were just voluntarily being whores, but they were there, on different stages around the floor, in basically nothing and getting dollar bills thrown at them. They were probably doing it on their own, since nothing else about the place seemed to be "official" (even the bar wasn't being run by anyone and people were just going up and getting whatever the fuck they wanted) and I saw a few girls I recognized from school fooling around on one of the poles off in a corner that were obviously smashed out of their fucking minds.

Not that I think Chris gives a shit about laws, just that the whole place seemed to be set up around the idea of, "Here's some toys. Have fun."

The steps leading up to the next floor were gated off, and when I tried to open them was the first time anybody tried to actually stop me from doing something. Every enforcer on the floor surrounded me, and a couple shoved their way between me and the gate and said, "Fifth floor is off limits. VIPs only."

So I figure that's were Chris is.

I really wanted to check out the upper floors, but I just couldn't find a way past the guards. I seriously considered climbing out a window and trying to scale the building, but even if I managed to climb out a window without anyone noticing, there's no guarantee the windows one the floor above would open, and I'm not Spider-Man so trying to climb around outside peeking in windows is just not going to work.

So after finding no way to go any higher I decided to go back down and try to find Dave and see if he found anything different.

While I was heading back through the third floor though, someone caught my attention. This blond, biker looking chick was sitting with her arm around one of the guys playing games, and she was staring right at me. I really didn't like the way this girl was looking at me. It was almost like she was staring into my soul, seeing the real me. We kept staring at each other until she suddenly smirked at me and then turned and started whispering into the guy's ear.

What was really weird though is that she actually seemed a little older than the "target demographic" of the place. She looked like she might have been around thirty. I don't know if she was working with Chris or was just there for free booze or maybe to pick up a young stud, but she worries me.

And then, when I got to the second floor... a dream almost came true.

I was looking over the railing at the lower floor when I was grabbed and pulled into a corner, where the person wrapped their arms around me and across my stomach from behind and started whispering, "It's me. It's me. Don't hurt me," in my ear.

And, honestly, he was just in time to save himself from all kinds of hurt.

His hands teased at the edge of my shirt and his lips were brushed against my neck as I said, "Dave, what are you doing?"

"Trying to blend in, you can be pissed off if you want just be pissed off later" he said.

He didn't need to worry though, I was too busy trying not to melt to be pissed off at him.

He started whispering about what he'd seen, including Whitey showing up and being welcomed back by some other guy and heading upstairs, but I didn't hear a damn thing he said because his lips kept brushing against my ear and neck as he talked. I couldn't even talk back because I could barely breathe, hell, I couldn't have moved if I wanted to and my heart was beating three or four hundred times what it's supposed to because his hands kept running across my stomach and playing with the edge of my shirt and the waist band of my pants. He didn't touch any skin though, not intentionally at least, and it made me want to scream out of frustration.

Eventually he let go of me and the first thing I did was gasp out, "Why did you stop?"

But I don't think he heard me because he just said, "We should get out of here."

It took me a minute to get myself back together and follow him out, where I had to ask him to repeat what he'd been trying to tell me while he was getting me all wound up. The bastard.

We're going to tell Justice Forever about all this at the next meeting. We'll probably need their help taking that place down. They have a lot more potential manpower than we ever expected.

Heh. It'll be fun to have a real team operation that isn't volunteer work. This is going to be so awesome. It'll be like that time Dave told me about when they busted up that underage prostitution ring, only two hundred times better.

Oh, I forgot to mention the sign over the entrance. In big multicolored letters it says, "The Rainbow Factory" and under that in smaller black letters it says, "Where Dreams Come True"