:DWOO! well, ive got chapters 10-11 typed up, and im working on 12 :3
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That happed on my other story too..
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"What are you going to get out of this?" I asked softly from my place behind Charlie. I was expecting another tantrum, and maybe for him to start to scream. Apparently this 'Cholo' man was very unpredictable. He stayed almost deathly quiet, clicking around on the computers.

"Hopefully my money." He whispered, his eyes darting over towards the digital clock. I sighed, gripping Charlie's waist harder. He kept giving me worried looks, clearly pleading with me to shut my giant mouth. Of course I couldn't, and some sarcastic remark poured from my mouth without a thought.

"Money burns.." I looked at him with bored orchid and topaz orbs. He smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

"Not if it's in a safe.." He said hopefully, looking at the glowing, green monitors. I snorted, my eyes scurrying to look at anything but Foxy's ugly face or Charlie's mortified gaze. I was obviously scaring the crap out of him, while Riley thought this was comical, and was watching with amusement.

"By the sound of this guy, it wont be. It'll be in his bathtub..or swimming pool." I said, shuddering. Naked, greedy old man swimming in money raced across my mind. I shook my head, of course at the worst time, the most disgusting or the most inappropriate thoughts ran through my head.

Like naked old man in a tub.

Men in tubs..

Charlie in a tub...

A naked Charlie in a tub..

I shook my head again. STOP IT MIND! I need to be ALERT right now.

The time on the digital clock was ticking, and I noticed Pretty Boy nervously glancing at it more than usual. I knew that the time was closing in, and we would need to do something soon. Cholo smirked, as the clock struck 12.00 midnight, and he reached for a switch. Riley stuffed his hand in his pocket, a soft beeping coming from his coat. I tightened my grip on Charlie's waist, my hand firmly gripping the cold metal he had tucked away in the side of his pants.

"Alright Mr. K, we wont be needing you anymore." Cholo whispered tauntingly, flicking the switch. A whirling sound was heard overhead, as a few soft bleeps and bloops came from Riley's pocket. The missiles were being unarmed, and Cholo began flicking switches and buttons almost frantically. He shot a glare at Pretty Boy, who looked worriedly over the controls.

"You got this right?" Cholo snapped, baring his teeth at the blond.

"Yes." She moaned exhausted, clearly done dealing with Cholo's shitty attitude. His dark gaze zoomed over to Riley, and Charlie's muscles tensed under me.

"Riley! You did something to it with your fuckin' little toy!" He snapped, stepping over to our leader, who produced the little remote control from his pocket. I noticed that the man watching Riley had anchors tattooed upon his arms. I want tattoooos!

"This?" Riley asked innocently, holding up the controller.

"What the fuck did you do man? Fix it!" Cholo flipped out, stomping over to Riley like a bratty little sixth grader. Riley held up the device, gripping it and then throwing it to the floor, where it broke into about 20 different pieces. Cholo ran up to Riley, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and stuffed his face against his.

"Fix it!"

"Not a fucking chance." Riley spat back. Cholo punched him in the stomach, throwing him back into the wall. Charlie shifted, worried up and scared. I gripped him harder, but a flash of movement on the night vision camera caught my eye. It was Mowtown, who apparently had woken up. She pointed her gun at Cholo's back from outside, ready to shoot him down. I bit my lip, eager to not warn anyone, but my damn nature fought with me.

"Riley! Screen! Mowtown!" I spat out, causing strange gazes to land upon me. Riley looked confused, eyes sliding towards the monitors, then his eyes grew, his mouth opening.

"CHOLO LOOK OUT!"

Riley jumped up, grabbing a pipe and kicking Cholo in the stomach, causing him to fly out the opening of the truck. Bullets ricochet off where Cholo just was, and I heard the thud and groan of Cholo hitting the cold, hard ground. I smiled, at least he got knocked on his ass. I watched throught the monitor as a stench came up behind Mowtown, grabbing her from behind. Everyone started screaming, except for Riley, Pilsie and Cholo. It kinda sounded like this.

"AHH!" Pretty Boy.

"HOLY SHIT!" The man with anchor tattoos, apparently named Anchor.

"AUGH!" Foxy.

"AHH!" Charlie.

"DOES THAT MONITOR HAVE A RECORD BUTTON!" Myself.

"GET THE CAMERA!" Slack.

The zombie grabbed her head, taking a nice big bite of the side of her face effectively ripping off her ear. I watched as Pretty Boy dry heaved, cupping her stomach as everyone watched in horror.

Okay..even though I'm all 'Peaceful' and what not..

That bitch was a bitch..good riddance.

BANG!

Slack shot her right through the for head. Everyone was all eyes on the two, and Charlie nodded at me. I pulled his gun out of his pants as he snatched Foxy's gun away from him, and we pointed the weapons at him. Riley produced a gun and pointed it at Anchor, as I turned and pointed the gun at Pretty Boy, who backed up and held up her arms. I looked back towards Foxy, a sneer on my face.

"Woof woof fucker."