The White Sheet Mob

James chewed on his piece of licorice. He and the Ministry were down in Alabama at the moment, although it wasn't entirely by choice. They had left Texas and they had been trying to drive to Florida, but they had to stop and take a break. All of them in the car at once was just too much for even them to handle. He personally wished they had just flown to Florida instead. There was something about the South that just bothered him. Texas and Louisiana had been great, but he had had a bad feeling ever since Mississippi, and it wasn't getting better here.

Mark stepped out of the hotel room and leaned back against the building alongside James. "You feeling how I'm feeling?"

"If you feel like we need to get the hell out of here, then yes. We are officially on the same page." James stuffed the rest of his candy in his mouth and chewed it up and swallowed it. "I don't like it here Marky."

"I don't either," Mark said with a nod. "You remember back at the gas station when you kissed me? There were a couple of guys that looked like they would have kicked our asses if we didn't look like tough mother fuckers. And Raven's been getting all kinds of evil looks."

"That's because we're in some no name hick town that probably is overflowing with KKK members," Raven said. He, Christian, Gangrel and Glenn were coming outside now too. "We're not even in a part of Alabama that anyone has ever actually heard of. We're far from civilization boys, and right now, it's not acceptable for us to be a race besides white, a religion besides Christian and a sexuality beyond heterosexual."

James's eyes darkened. He hated intolerance. It annoyed the fuck out of him, especially when he was on the receiving end of it. "Fucking bastards," he muttered. He kicked the side of the only hotel in the entire town. "They should all just fucking die."

"Let's just get out of here," Gangrel suggested. "Forget this shit. Let's put everything back in the car and we'll drive to the nearest city. There are at least a hundred different places in this state that aren't as bad as this one."

"Yeah," Christian agreed. "I mean, I mean, my cousin lived in Montgomery for like six years and she loved it."

Well that's just fucking lovely, James thought to himself. But I really don't care what your cousin liked. Right now, I just want to kill somebody.

Mark recognized the look on James's face. "What are you planning, you crazy freak?"

James grinned. "I just have a little idea."

The other Ministry members exchanged looks. "I'm not sure I like where this is going," Glenn said.

"Nobody ever likes it when James starts coming up with plans," Raven muttered. "They never exactly turn out the way he wants them to."

James just rolled his eyes and started gathering all their stuff up. He wanted to get out of there as soon as he acted out his idea. The others continued to mutter under their breath, but they at least helped him out a little. They were going to go along with whatever he wanted, no matter how crazy it was. It wasn't like they were going to be able to stop him anyway. And as the saying went: if you can't beat someone, you join them.

Once all the stuff was in the car, James got in the driver's seat and started driving everyone else around. The town wasn't that big, so he figured it wouldn't be long before he found what he was looking for. "If anyone sees the White Sheet Mafia, tell me," he ordered.

Glenn cocked his head to the side. "The White Sheet Mafia?"

"The KKK," Mark clarified. He just looked at James and shook his head. "You're really just looking for trouble at this point, aren't you?"

"Oh come on, you know you like trouble just as much as I do," James said.

"I wasn't complaining or anything."

"For once," Christian muttered.

Mark turned around to glare at him. "Boy, I will fucking kill the shit out of you if you don't shut up."

Gangrel banged his hand against the window to get everyone's attention. "Found them! I found them! White supremacists are at that park over to the right."

James slowed down so he could look out the window without wrecking the car. He could see a bunch of figures dressed in white in the distance, and he could also see a bunch of crosses set up alongside those figures. "Jackpot baby," he muttered.

"So what's the plan?" Raven asked. "Are we going after that whole entire group? Because I mean, we could, but that's just going to get a little crazier than I want to get tonight."

"Does that translate that you did some drugs and your reflexes are off?" Mark asked.

"Yes," Raven admitted.

Christian looked insulted. "And you didn't share any with me? I thought we were friends!"

James got out of the car. "Keep the motor running," he said to Mark before he slammed the car door shut. He took off running as quickly and as quietly as he could, his eyes on the lookout for a potential victim. All he needed was just one little person who was all on his own.

He found that in a guy who had stopped his truck a little bit away from all of his friends. He hit the guy from behind, knocking the bastard loopy enough to not make a sound. There was little time to waste, because even with the rest of the Ministry, James would be horribly outnumbered.

"Tis the season to be killing," James sang under his breath as he hauled the giant cross out of the back of the truck. He put the guy on the cross and tied him down with some rope that was also in the truck. "You made this way too easy," he informed his victim as he grabbed the canister of gasoline and dumped it on the poor soul. He took his own lighter out of his pocket and set the man ablaze.

The screams that the man gave out were horrific at best. They attracted the attention of his little friends and James took off like a rocket. He never had run so damn fast in his life. He could hear the sounds of somebody chasing him, but they weren't fast enough to catch him.

"What the fuck did you do?" Mark asked as he literally hurled himself into the car.

The others were all looking out the back window. "Uh oh," Raven said. "We've got a mob coming! James…"

"I set a guy on fire," James said as he took off driving. "I burned him up on a cross. It was fun."

Mark sighed and looked out the rearview mirror. "It is also getting us chased by a bunch of racists rednecks."

James just shrugged. "Oh well. We'll lose them. Nobody can catch me when I decided to speed."

Christian groaned and buckled his seat belt. "You guys better buckle up too. He might just kill us all on accident now."

James pouted his lips. "I'm not that bad!"

Two seconds later, he hit a trashcan and a mailbox.

"Okay, maybe I am kind of bad at driving," James admitted. "But oh well, we can't stop now. We've got some escaping to do."