Chapter 7: What a night...
A/N: Thank you to all that voted on the poll, I know someone of you don't agree that he should be paired up with anyone, but hey it's your opinion, I know some of you are Blake x Yang shippers and hate to see someone get in the way of that, also Polls will close after 2 chapters, so if there's a favorite you want to win , now would be the time. oh yeah and only guest comments will be answered publicly since I can PM actual accounts and not guest ones, makes it abit fair for everyone . Also before I forget... there's the choice in the pairing that says other...If you're going to pick that there's one requirement...you have to review on who you want that other to be.. now with all that out of the way lets answer those anons shall we?
Guest: Let's not compare real life to a story, yeah Trayvon is older than everyone there and he doesn't have a name that's a color scheme, don't think that goes unnoticed, it's just not being investigated at the moment but trust me it will happen and when it does, he's in for it. Also Monty Oum never made the age of consent clear, but from what I know Yang can drink and she's seventeen so there's that.
Guest 2: must not be cancer if this many people like it, so the only cancerous one here, is you my friend, but thanks for the opinion
Location: Vale city, Time of day: Night
The bullhead finally touched down , Trayvon felt the aircraft land which was his cue to leave but before he could a voice came on the Intercom.
"Mr. Jackson could you come to the cockpit please" the pilot said, the merc obliged and went to see the pilot waiting with a huge phone, TJ took it and gave an eyebrow raise.
"Is this some kind of satellite phone?" he asked inspecting it, and the man chuckled. "I wish man, no this is a direct line to the Private security force back at beacon should you get into trouble." The pilot explained, "Thanks I'll keep that in mind." Trayvon said getting off the plane, after he got off he turned around to face the bullhead
"Oh! Before you go what's a good place to go to!?" Trayvon shouted over the motor. "Try the three bears club, should be up and running again!" he shouted back taking off in the bullhead, when the aircraft was gone, Trayvon decided to take a look at the city around him and he had to be honest with himself, this place made diamond city look like a tiny settlement, the place was beautiful, but where there was beauty...he knew this city also had a beast inside, but he decided to put that on the back burner and began walking around checking out a few stores, 'Hmm I didn't plan this out, what the hell am I going to do tonight?' he thought as he wondered around the town.
A few minutes in and Trayvon was beginning to get bored, sure the city was gorgeous but to him it was missing something...Thrill, being in a good city is nice and all but without thrill and some kind of danger within, it was boring. TJ was about to teleport back to beacon when suddenly he caught an ear shot of something.
"Enough bullshitting Hector, where's the money?" he heard, the merc stopped and turned to the source of the noise, from that point he walked a little closer playing it sneaky until he saw two bald men in suits and one with blond shaggy hair wearing a sleeveless red leather jacket with a black T-shirt and biker pants with two bullet belts crossing each other.
"I thought told ye, I wont get it till next week.." the blonde said with a heavy but very familiar accent, at that Trayvon doubled back when he heard him speak, not because it was something new, but it was strange to hear that on remnant. 'My god he talks just like Cait...' he mused "And we told you if we came by and you didn't have it, we were gonna break something, well looks like we're gonna have to make due on our promises." the other man finished. Trayvon didn't know the details of what was going on, but judging how this was going to go he knew he had to be quick, so he walked up to the three of them and they notice him.
"Evening gentlemen." he said with a friendly smile and one of the suited thugs steps forward with a glare, "Who the fuck are you?!" he said, "Who I am isn't important to you, especially when your not going be conscious for it to matter." Trayvon said with a sneer. The one he said that to drew out flat looking machete, "seems like someone has a death wish!" he growled and charged at the Wastelander, when he got close he tried to bury his blade in Trayvon's head, only for the merc to catch his wrist and drive his palm in his throat, making the guy gag and drop to the floor. The other thug sees this and attempts to help his friend, but when he looked away The blond still in front of him slugged him hard in the solarplexes and elbows him in the back of the head. "Nighty night..." he chuckled, after Trayvon loots that guy of 150 lein, he looks up and notices the other guy out cold.
"Damn you work fast!" Trayvon commented, and the other man looked at him with a grin. "Not as fast as you, where'd you learn to do that?" He asked, The merc smiled "Ex-Military, what about you?" he asked , "I figured as much and yes like you I served." the man said, and Trayvon nodded in approval. The guy infront of him extended his hand out to him. "I'm Hector Grayson." He introduced and the wastelander completed the hand shake.
"Trayvon Jackson, good to meet ya friend." He greeted with a smile, "So Hector why were those guys after you?" Trayvon asked, "Borrowed some money from this prick named bishop." He explained and TJ raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell is Bishop?"
"He's a auto dealer, however Bishop has shady dealings with the Schnee family and apparently hes making the head honcho of the family a special car, but there's a wee bit problem...he needs the funds for it." Hector explained, "That would explain why he tried to have those thugs extort you, I think this guy needs to be taught a lesson, shame though I did want to check out the three bears club everyone's on the rage about." Trayvon said with a slight groan.
"Wait...how were you going to get there?" Hector asked curious, "I was gonna walk there." Trayvon said simply, at this Hector went wide-eyed. "You can't be serious...do you know how far that is?" he asked and wastelander shrugged, Hector immediately pulls out his scroll and goes into his GPS and shows Trayvon where it is.
"15 miles...? That's pretty far...I swear I did not plan this night out." TJ said disappointed, "Well there IS a way to make this night so much better." The blonde said, "What do you have in mind?" Trayvon asked now completely curious. "Like you said we should teach that prick a lesson, so we are and the best part is, the gobshite's store is very close, just a few clicks around the corner." He said with a grin. "I think I like where this plan is going..." Trayvon said with a mischievous smile.
"Good, because if we do this right we get a brand new car to use... we're going to steal the peacemaker from under his nose." Hector said with the same expression, "Good plan but I have to wonder, how are we gonna pull that off?" Trayvon asked and the red coated man chuckled, "We'll talk about it on our way there, its a quick and easy plan." he said as those two made their way to the auto store.
5 minutes later...
"Well...you weren't lying when you said it was around the corner.." Trayvon remarked scratching his head, "Well now that we're here time to get to work." Hector said rubbing his hands together, Trayvon was going to walk in the front but the gunslinger stopped him by grabbing his shoulder.
"What?" He asked, "I forgot to mention this, but you'll be the one who does the sneaking around." Hector said, and a grin formed on the merc's face. "Stealth eh? Lemme just grab my mask here and we'll get this started." He said atomizing his assault gas mask, "Good now here take me scroll down and when you get around the back send a message letting me know you're ready." Hector said giving Trayvon his scroll. After Trayvon got his frequency and gave Hector back his scroll he dashed to the back door while his partner walked through the front.
When Hector entered the store, the bells at the door went off, a guy quickly came up to the front ready to greet their "customer". "Hello welcome to bish- oh god its hector." The man in the yellow promoter suit said. "Hey Boyd, where your douche bag boss at?" Hector said with snark "BISHOP! HECTOR'S HERE!" Boyd yelled to the back, shortly after a short round man in a white dress shirt and brown business pants came to the front.
"You finally come to pay your dues, hell I even sent 2 thugs to break your legs, where are those idiots anyway?" he asked
"Those dumbasses are taking a nap in the public dumpster, next time just call me." Hector said smirking. "Oh that would explain why my call didn't go through." Bishop said facepalming before glancing back at the man infront of him. "So what? You're here to make me pay for trying to get your legs broken now." He said with slight glare, Hector sighed
"Tempting but no, im here to see why the sudden rush." he lied, now Bishop and Boyd were surprised especially when they expected the more likely violent outcome. "Oh ok then, very well follow us to the back." Bishop said walking to the door with the other two. When the reached the garage, the store manager turned around to face both Boyd and Hector.
"Boyd, go hit the switch." He ordered. "Ok boss, right on it" His employee chirped, Boyd walked upstairs to the control room and went inside. After he got there he looked on the control panel and hit the red button which opened up the large hatch in the center of room. After a few minutes a covered car rose up from out of the hatch and after it was up, the hole in the ground closed. Bishop walked up to covered car and pulled off the tarp revealing a very nice black car muscle car.
To describe this car in the best way is that it looks like kitt from the Knight rider series (2008), the car had fully tainted black windows, it was black and chrome colored, wheels were also pure chrome, the hood had lights in the center that when lit it was red, and on one side of the car had the words etched in silver "Peacemaker". All in all it was beautiful car even though hector's seen it once (peeked when bishop wasn't looking) he couldn't help but be captivated by it again, he smiled in anticipation because in seconds it was going to be their car.
"She's a Beauty..." Hector commented with exaggerated tears. Bishop laughs and nods in agreement, "Yeah, shes the best girl I have ever made."
"So what can she do if you don't mind me asking?" Hector asked, and bishop got excited. "Since your so curious, this baby is completely armored with shatterproof glass and bulletproof tires. The peacemaker has three modes, Land, Air and also has a very powerful weapons system that comes in variety including a mounted guns that comes out of the hood. Also the fuel for the car isn't liquid, it needs pure dust, now while i've only tested fire dust as the fuel, I don't know what other dust types will do to it."
"Interesting..." Hector commented, he looks at his scroll and sighs. 'ok lets do this' He thought mentally sending Trayvon a message...
On Trayvon's side...
The Wastelander was at the back of the store smoking a cig and waiting to see when he could sneak in, well his luck was about to get luckier. His scroll goes off with a message from Hector.
H: Are you in position?
T: Been here for 10 minutes, is he distracted?
H: Aye, hes just babbling about the car.
T: He won't be for long, how good is this car anyway?
H: Trust me when I say this... you'll love it.
T: Lets hope I do, anyway did you unlock the back door?
H: No I haven't, however it should be unlocked anyway, if not just pick the lock.
T: alright then, coming in now...
Trayvon put out his cigarette and walked to the door. When he got there he grabbed the door handle and slowly pulled it down. The door cracked open and he put on his gas mask.
"Ok...lets do this." he whispered sneaking in and closing the door behind him quietly. Inside he began looking around while he was crouched, 'This must be the closet that leads outside' He mused walking right out of it. When he got to the garage from his end he could see Hector and two other people there with him along with the car they were going to steal, but for now he was just on standby behind some tires while he listened to their conversation.
"Aye its nice and all but is this why you sent those goons after me?" Hector asked with slight glare, and bishop laughed,
"No, truth to be told I just wanted what you owed, and honestly I wished they still broke your legs."
Trayvon heard that last bit and It almost made forget about the whole sneaking around and walk up and empty 6 bullets from The Gainer into that fat fuck, but then he remembered... What him and his partner had planned was far worse than shooting him. Hector saw a gas mask peeking at them which he smiled at, and when Bishop began talking again the blond points at Trayvon and then points to the fuse box. Trayvon looks at it and nods sneaking over to it taking care not to make to much noise. After he got there, he opens the box and began scanning for the main switch. When he found it, he pulled the lever down killing the power.
"What the hell happened to the lights?!" Boyd panicked, "A blackout a normal thing for you guys?" Hector laughed. "No smart ass it isn't but regardless, the emergency generator will kick on." Bishop sighed.
"How long until it kicks?" The gunslinger asked
"Eh... Roughly five minutes ." Bishop answered "Wow that long huh, Ok then." Hector said pulling out his scroll.
H: Nice job with fusebox but now you have 5 minutes to find the keys.
T: Ok, I'll check if the car is unlocked, good thing I modded this mask with night vision."
H: Alright then...
Trayvon snuck back to the car with his night vision activated without making a sound. When he got there he slowly pulled on the car door and to his surprised it was unlocked... 'wow...unlocked again, its like these guys don't know what a lock is.' he mentally noted. He looked inside and took a sigh, 'Welp...I knew it wasnt gonna be this easy'
T: Hector the key is missing...
H: Shite...alright it could be in three places... either in the control room upstairs, or on one of the dumbfucks, either way hurry you've got three minutes left.
T: Ok, I'll ring you up when I get it
He puts the scroll away, crouches and slowly pulls the door close. TJ looks around until he sees a flight of stairs making his way there. When there he ascends the stairs and opens the door. Inside was big panel with a 3 large windows overlooking the garage, he checked the key holders and none were there to be seen. Taking a frustrated sigh, Trayvon search the room until he came across a safe and to his fortune the lock could be picked. The merc proceeds to pullout a screw driver and a bobby pin and got to work and with little effort he cracked the safe. Inside the safe contain a key with a custom tag that read "peacekeeper" along with the deed papers and Order information.
"Yikes! Thats a lot of zeros" He whispered taking both the key and the deed. His scroll goes off immediately.
H: 1 minute left!
T: I got the key, I'm on my way!
At that moment Trayvon quietly hauled ass out of the control room and back down stairs. Once down there he quickly and silently dashed to the car, when he was there he opened the half closed door and got in the driver seat closing in a way that didn't draw attention. A few seconds after and back up generator kicks up with dim lights illuminating the garage.
"See what I tell you, and you guys were freaking out for nothing." Bishop commented. "Oi! He was freaking out, not me." Hector laughed and Boyd flipped him off. The Irishman looked around and didn't see the merc anywhere, nervous now he began texting him.
H: Where are you?
T: Im in the car, you ready to go?
H: Hmm no..not yet, now we have some fun :)
T: I love the way you think, if thats the case... :)
BOOM BOOM BOOM, they all heard from the car... "What...the actual fuck?!" Bishop cursed
"Sounds like thats coming from the car boss..." Boyd said in a worried tone, "Oh you guys definitely should check that out.." Hector said in a sardonic tone. "I agree, Boyd go check it out!" Bishop commanded. His employee went wide-eyed.
"But sir I..-"
"You what? You wanna get fired?"
"No sir I was just thinking..-
"I don't pay you to "Think" I pay you to work, now go check that damn car!" Bishop yelled, Boyd hung his head sadly and slowly walked to the car. When he was there he opened the door.
"Hey who the hell are yo-!" Boyd was cut off by being snatched inside. Blows and rumbling could be heard from the car. Eventually everything went silent for a second. "Boyd are you ok in there? Answer me!" Bishop called out, but he got no response, however Hector was giggling right next to him.
"whats so damn funny?!" The dealer barked, "Hoho you'll see, wait for it..." Hector said with a wide grin. In that moment, the door opens and Boyd falls out of it groaning, Trayvon emerges out next with smile.
"Well hello there.." He said in a friendly tone, This angered the manager extremely. "Who the fuck are you?!" he asked fumming and the merc infront of him laughed. "Nobody important, just someone that's here to ruin your fuckin day." Trayvon said with his face going from grin to glare, at this Bishop drew his gun.
"We'll see you fu- AHHH!-!" Bishop's words were cut short by Hector, who grabbed the hand the gun was in and snapped it like a twig making him dropping his gun. He then follows up with an elbow to the dealers throat and finally he grabbed the now wheezing man by his shirt and slammed his knee into his testicles, Bishop doubled over and groaned holding his nutsack. Trayvon fully gets out of the car and walks over to the downed man and crouch over him.
"Hmm, not what I would've done but good enough." Trayvon said to partner but kept sneering at Bishop. "Really? And what would you have done?"
Hector asked, "Snap his wrist and once he dropped his gun, I'd pick it up and shoot him with it." The merc answered "Aye i've thought about it but this is much better." The Irish man chimed, Bishop looked up at both of them to see them grinning at him, it was then he began gritting his teeth.
"You bastards... what do you think you're doing..?" He wheezed
"It should be pretty obvious at this point." Trayvon taunted. In realization Bishop gasped when found out what they were really doing,
"You wouldn't...not my girl please, she's meant for someone special." The auto dealer whined
"Probably for some rich asshole I bet." Hector said, Bishop frowned at that statement "Hey It's not just some rich asshole! that car is for the Schnee family."
"Really now, and how much are you charging for it?" Trayvon asked with an eyebrow raise. "Commoners like you two pay full price and thats 4 million lien, but as for the Schnee's...its a gift." Bishop said with a smirk. "Hmm well this complicates things, what do we do about this?" Trayvon asked rhetorically. "FUCK SCHNEE! That car is ours!" Hector roared in joy and the wastelander laughed, "Well you heard the man, I'm sure you can come up with some excuse."
The manager of the store was now fuming with anger when that was said to him, so in response he did what every Illogical loser does when they lose.
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS YOU FUCKS! EVERY BOUNTY HUNTER WILL BE AFTER YOUR HEADS I PROMISE YOU THAT!" Trayvon and Hector both looked each other and then back at him, the wastelander stood completely up and sneered at the man on the ground.
"Thats great, I love a challenge." Trayvon said,
he then looks at Hector who returned eye contact of his own.
"Say Hector I think it's time for bed for friend here." He said turning around and walking to the car. His partner nods in agreement and picks up the bladed revolver Bishop dropped.
"Wow, you know I've been looking for me other revolver for months now, and here it is." Hector said inspecting it. The auto dealer panicked from the tone of the gunslinger's voice
"No no no! Hector please don't do this man, I'm sorry...look I'll forget about the debt ok-"
"Oi oi oi! Shut up already... you're so pathetic, im not gonna shoot ya." Hector said with an innocent smile.
"Y-you're not?"
"No...that would be a total waste of bullets." Hector said with a cynical tone
"Ok good, wait...what do you mea-" SMACK!
Bishop flopped to the ground from the vicious pistol whip the gunslinger gave him, after checking to see if he had killed him (which he didn't gladly) he smirked at the unconscious man below him.
"That... That is what I mean..." Hector sneered, kicking him before he walked to the car. Trayvon who had witnessed the whole thing was waiting for his comrade to get in the car before he commented.
"Holy shit dude I actually felt that, he IS still alive right?"
"Aye, I didn't off the prick as tempting as it was." Hector sighed
"Good I was gonna get worried I did all that for nothing, so now that we have this car...what should we do?" The merc asked.
"Well we could go to Junior's club, the three bears." The gunslinger answered
"Thats the second time someone's recommended that to me and if that aint a sign, I don't know what is... you happen to know where it is right?" Trayvon asked "Its just straight down the 35 from this garage." Hector answered
"Thats pretty convenient, so...are gonna open the large door then?" The merc asked, Both men said nothing and then turned to each other and laughed. At that moment Trayvon revved up his engine on the car. "Well...let see how "armored" this car is.." He said smiling madly..
On the outside...
In mere seconds the Peacemaker smashed right through the garage door like nothing and flew right down the long 35.
"WHOOOO THREE BEARS CLUB HERE WE COME!" They both yelled flying down the road with their minds on party mode.
15 minutes later at the dealership...
Both manager and employee woke up with the worst headache Oum could generate, Bishop took the time to get his bearings straight until he remembered what happened..
"Those motherfuckers... They're gonna pay for this!" He hissed holding his head, Boyd got and went to the window, it was then he saw a white limousine pull up in the drive way.
"Boss this is bad, Mr. Schnee is here..!" the employee said in complete fear.
"Oh shit! Ok ok don't panic i'm sure he'll understand if we talk to him." Bishop assured his worker. At that moment, Four bodyguards walk in and finally an older man in a white tux follows in, Bishop and Boyd rushed to the front of the store and greeted them.
"Ahh Mr. Schnee, you're here earlier than expected.." Bishop said in a nervous tone
"That was the point Bishop, anyway is my car ready?" The older man asked and Both Bishop and his employee paled at that, The manager cleared his throat and finally gathered up the courage to tell him.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news sir..." Bishop said with his head down
"Whats the bad news?" Mr. Schnee said with his face turning very serious.
"Well...you see.."
Moments after he told him...
CRASH! went Bishop when he has knocked out of a window by one of the old man's mercs, the very bodyguard that did it followed him out from the broken window while Weiss's father walked out of the door fuming..
"So let me process this...SOME PUNKS MAKE OFF WITH THE CAR AND YOU DO NOTHING?!" the Head Schnee roared, inticing the bodyguard to kick bishop in the face, after the manager spat blood out, he rose his head up ready to explain himself.
" *cough* it wasn't just some punks, it was him...Hector.." Bishop wheezed out, the older man doubled back at the mention of that name. "Whats his last name?" He asked, Bishop pick himself off of the ground and gave his answer
"Grayson, Hector Grayson sir.." The manager said, Mr. Schnee's face was blank and then it turned red with an expression of fury, the four bodyguards surrounded Bishop ready to mess him up again until he stopped them.
"Enough...he's not lying, I know he speaks the truth" Mr. Schnee intervened, one of the guards spoke up.
"Impossible, he's been dead for 3 years." She said in disbelief, and he shook his head at this.
"Wrong... he went ghost after the incident, Its a surprise he'd turn up here of all places." Mr. Schnee said, he then remembered that he mentioned two people. "You said there was someone else?"
"Yes.. there was a man in a gas mask, that wore a leather jacket with metal shoulder piece." Bishop described
"Anything else stand out with this accomplice of his?"
"Oh yes, he had this weird thing around his arm, it was light brown, and had a large screen it looked out of this world, it was nothing I've ever seen before."
Mr. Schnee processed this for a second, Hector he knew very well and could identify if he saw him but this other guy who didn't show his face would be a problem, judging how these two were messed up by them, this was a well calculated plan that either Hector came up with or his accomplice planned ,either way he had to deal with the gunslinger or else things were going to get crazy.
"Very well then, we'll find those two and when we do, they'll be sorry they stole from me." He swore
"Ok good, since we're clear on whose fault this is...are we off the hook." Bishop asked nervously
"No...your failure will not slide, you had an opportunity to have more help but you chose to be cheap and limit yourself to both you and that boy in the store." Mr. Schnee said in stern voice
"Please sir don't do this, I can make this right I promise!" Bishop begged
"Don't worry, Boyd won't be harmed...but you on the other hand I wouldn't be too sure about, you four drag him inside, we need to show him what happens to those that don't live up to their deal." The old man commanded, all four of them grabbed him and pulled him toward the store by force.
"Please it wasn't my fault, IT WASNT MY FAULT!" The manager cried violently until he was inside with the door shut.
Nearing the three bears club...
The Peacemaker was flying down the road to the club, the men inside were sharing...stories
"Aaand thats why I don't mess with prostitutes.." Hector said ending his story "Eww...I really wish I didn't have to hear that man, really though... green stuff down there?" Trayvon asked disgusted
"Aye, and It smelt bad too..."
"You still had sex with her didn't you?"
"What? no I-
"Hold that thought Hector, I see something interesting." Trayvon said looking at the prostitute on the corner, his fellow man sees this and sighs.
"After hearing that...you're still gonna do this anyway?"
"Well I can't base it off of your experiences, yours may have been bad, but who says mine will." Trayvon said pulling up to the woman.
"Don't do this..." Hector warned finally and The wastelander waved him off and rolled the window down.
"Hey! how much for a good time?" He asked
"How much you got baby?" "She" asked in a manly voice
"..."
SONG: Bishop bullwinkle: Hell naw
" hahaha... Nope!" Trayvon said hitting the gas and floored it out of there.
"Eh...whatever.. YOU WASN'T THINKING THAT WHEN YOU SAW THESE TITTIES THOUGH! " The prostitute yelled and walked back to where "she" was.
SONG ends...for now
Trayvon kept flooring it and softly cried to himself, Hector on the other hand was crying too but in the form of laughter from his comrade's misery. When far enough he stopped the car and began banging his head on the steering wheel repeatedly while muttering...
"No more prostitutes no more prostitutes no more prostitutes..."
"Well I did warn you, but hey no one EVER listens to me." Hector sighed
"She...she had an adams apple man"
"I know..."
"She had a dick maaaaan!"
"I knoooow!"
"WHY?!"
"Look boyo, this is Vale city, all kinds of freaks are here at night, like that girl over there!" Hector said pointing at woman with purple hair and wore what looked like a dominatrix outfit. She began walking up to a man and when she got his attention, four tentacles came out of her back lifting up the poor guy in the air. Both hector and Trayvon had their jaws to the floor.
"Tentacles...um Hector.."
"Yeah...i see it, we should go." Hector stated
"Agreement!" Trayvon said trying to put his car on drive, however in the rush of things he ended up hitting the car horn. The man dangling in the air and the purple haired woman turned in their direction.
"OI! What the hell did you hit the horn for?!"
"Hey I didnt do that shit on purpose!"
"Well what are we still doing here? Floor it!" Hector yelled, but as they were about drive off, the woman appeared in front of their car. She then motions for one of them to come out and Trayvon opened his door but remained behind it.
"Can... we... help... you?" Trayvon asked in an awkward way
"Your horn has disturbed our play time and for that...you must be punished!" She said whipping her tentacles on the ground to emphasize her point.
"Seen enough hentai to know where this is going so..." The Wastelander said before he jumped back in the car. When he tried to shift gears orange tentacles wrapped around the car which boxed both men in there with her now on top of the car.
"Oh shite! We're trapped in here!" Hector panicked
"You know boys... this will go a lot easier if you just submit." She said in a tone that made them both shiver.
"Im not a damn masochist... im a goddamn sadist!" Trayvon declared "THATS ALL YOU GOT OUT OF THIS?!" Hector roared in the background, The lady on top of the car did this cute but evil laugh.
"Not for long pig, now get out here before I crush this car!"
"OI PISS OFF!" Hector yelled he then turns to Trayvon.
"Didn't bishop say anything about weapons?"
"Wait this car has weapons? Why didn't you say anything about that 5 minutes ago?!" Trayvon shouted
"I thought you knew?" Hector shrugged
"No I didn't fuckin know that!" he said looking at the car panel.
"Ok, I need a to find a stun function, not in the mood to kill anyone tonight... oh wait whats this?"
Trayvon found a nerve gas button and hit it without hesitation. The car emitted a white smoke cloud which spread through out the current area. Both men saw and heard the tentacles unwrap the car giving them plenty of opening to blaze out of there. When the car was nearly gone the mysterious woman got up as her victim ran away screaming.
"We'll meet again, my little piggies." She said with a naughty smile and she looked around to find her current plaything.
Finally at the three bears...
"Well looks like we're finally here... bout time too." Trayvon sighed in relief parking the car and turned it off .
"Ahh the three bears... Haven't been here since it got trashed, hope everything is fixed up now." Hector said
"Wait this place got trashed? When?" TJ asked getting out of the car with hector doing the same.
"Well, last time I was here, some blond girl with shotgun gauntlets destroyed the damn place. Hector explained, this made Trayvon double back because there was only ONE blonde he knew with gloves like that..
"This blonde...did she have a name...?" He asked nervously while they were both walking to the entrance.
"Well lets see... what was it again...Ying? No that cant be right.."
"Yang..." Trayvon answered
"Yeah that's what the name was, Yang!" At that Trayvon sighed heavily
'Looks like Yang and I need a little talk about property damage after this...' he thought. Both Trayvon and Hector were finally at the door, They opened the door and walked in and the Wastelander was impressed despite the state of the place. Inside the club was a very large Marble dance floor with party lights everywhere, the floor had craters though but was still in a good state, The bar had two punch holes in the bottom but the bottles were intact and in good shape, aside from other minor damages the place was in good shape.
As both men went further in... the man behind the counter notices them coming and greets them with a smile.
"Well there's a face I haven't seen in awhile, welcome back Hector." Junior greeted
"Aye, its been has been awhile my friend, I see this place is back up and running." The gunslinger said grinning
"Yeah and we just reopened a few minutes before you walked in, so who's your friend here?" the bartender asked
"I'm Trayvon Jackson, or TJ, whatever works for you man." Trayvon said extending his hand and junior shook it.
"Nice to meet ya TJ, sorry this place is still wrecked, we had a...visitor the other day." He said grimacing at the memory and Trayvon waved him down with a smile.
"I understand man trust me, no explanation needed." The wastelander said nodding
"Well I appreciate the gesture, but I don't usually serve anyone yet until we open, but tell ya what...since you made it here and you are friends with Hector here...I'll let you stay." Junior offered
"Thats awfully nice of you, guess we'll wait here then." Trayvon agreed. As that was said, the door opens up with the malachite twins walking in, Trayvon turned around and all the hair on his body stood up when he saw them.
'Holy...shit...why are those two here?' He mentally cursed and turned around and puts sunglasses on, Hector notices and spoke up
"Hey man what's with the sunglasses?"
"What? I like these, why is it illegal?" Trayvon said defensively
"Eh...no It's just that only a douchebag wears sunglasses to a nightclub." He said putting on a pair of shades
"And yet you've got yours on...explains a lot.." Trayvon chuckled
"ya, but at least Im honest." he said with a goofy smile, as both sisters got close, Trayvon turned forward and they came up right behind both him and Hector to greet their boss.
"Hey Junior we're like not late getting here are we?" Miltia asked
"You girls are actually early...for once.." He said
"Oh thank god, I totally thought we going to get bitched at again." Melanie laughed, Then Hector turns around to the twins.
"Hey wonder twins, was startin to worry he fired ya." He said with flirty tone
"Ewww it's a douchebag...oh wait its just Hector." Melanie said
"No wonder it like smells like shaving cream and cheap cologne." Miltia commented, Hector looked around and noticed both Junior and Trayvon shaking in an attempt to stifle their laughter and smirked.
"Ohohoho ya have jokes, both smells still got you to my place though." he said grinning and both Junior and Trayvon cut up laughing which added insult to injury, then Hector smiled at them.
"I'm just kidding ladies, ya know its outta love." He said grinning
"Well duh, we both know that" Miltia said but then looks at the man next to him.
"So like who's the cutie next to you?" She asked him, Hector nudged Trayvon to get his attention.
"Introduce yourself boyo"
'Oh god...well it's not like they know my name, what can happen?' Trayvon mused
"I'm Trayvon, Trayvon Jackson." He said trying to hide his nervousness, the twin in white leaned in.
"Hmm you sound so familiar... but why?"
"Well, everyone I meet says the same thing, isn't that funny?" He said scratching his head. As he was about to sigh in relief when she shrugged her shoulders, one of Junior's men bump into him, knocking his glasses onto the floor.
"Oh sorry man.." he said walking to the bathroom, and when she looked at his face thats when Melanie remembered..
"HEY! You're that hottie that broke into our house!" She said with excitement and all Juniors men stopped what they were doing and looked.
"Wait... you're the guy the girls are told me about?" Junior asked with glare while Trayvon was now sweating. Hector on the other had was just looking at this whole ordeal.
'Oh this aint good...' he thought
"Look girls, I was gonna apologize for that... I really was but i've been so busy these days, must've slipped my mind." He laughed nervously but no one else laughed with him.
" You could've left a number behind or something, we've been totally looking for you." Miltia said with a hint of sadness.
'WUT...'
"Wait you two aren't mad about that night..?" He asked
"Not now, but we were, was kinda hoping you wanted to finish we're we left off." Melanie said and all the men in the bar had their jaws on the floor.
"Whaaaaat?" They all said
"HEY! IT WASN'T LIKE THAT YOU IDIOTS!" Trayvon shouted back
"*GASP* but you were grinding on me.." Miltia said in a shocked tone
"WHAAAAAT?!" Everyone else yelled in jealousy
"It took me 2 months to even get their attention...you...YOU ASSHOLE!" Hector yelled with tears in his eyes
"WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON RIGHT NOW?!" Trayvon yelled back
"Enough of this... Men! string him up to the table.." Junior ordered
In a few moments Trayvon was tied to the table with a bunch of guns and swords pointed at him. Junior was walking toward him with his favorite bat and when he got there he pointed at him with it.
"So what should we do with him?" He asked his men
"I say we give him to the white fang!"
"Lets boil him in oil!"
"Lets lets feed him grim meat!" The last suggestion made the wastelander cringe, remembering when he ate that.
"Oh please no! I can't put that horror in my mouth again!" He cried
"whoa guys... now remember there is only one way I forgive people, untie him." He said no longer pointing the bat at him.
"You're letting me out?" Trayvon asked and Junior shook his head
"Not exactly, you have to earn my forgiveness first." he said
"And that is...?
"Im glad you asked, Bring out... THE VOLCANO!" He told one of his men and everyone gasped
"Hey now junior, isn't that abit much for the man?" Hector asked him
"If he's a man...he can handle it." Junior laughed and Trayvon raised an eyebrow
"Whats the volcano...?" He asked
"You'll find out boyo.." Hector said
Junior's thugs untie the Wastelander and they direct him to the bar of the club. After he took a seat, one of them brought a large glass.
"What...The hell is this?" Trayvon asked looking at the contents, in the glass was a scortching red liquid that had smoke not steam coming from out of the cup.
"That sir is the Mt. Glenn Volcano, it has a combination of every strong alcohol in Remnant, With grounded up red dust crystals to heat it up and give that pretty color you see, and finally a mix of strawberry and cherry to give it some flavor." Junior explained
"So...all I gotta do is drink this and I'm off the hook?" Trayvon said still looking at his drink
" Yes, but I have to warn you...many men ballsier than you have fallen from this drink and-"
"Uh Junior?" one of his henchmen called out
"What is it?"
"He's done with his drink..." At that junior turns around and sees the glass empty
"Hi..." Trayvon said with a goofy smile
"Y-you downed it that fast? How?!" Junior asked with his jaw to the floor along with everybody elses
"How? Dude this is weaker than hot sauce...still the strawberry and cherry was a nice touch." Trayvon taunted
"I-I don't believe you, get him another one and this time im watching." He said, once again the same guy bought the drink again.
"*Sigh* ok man.." he said, this time Junior watched him pick up huge mug and down it in 10 seconds, when he was done he burped up embers.
"You...you aint human.." Hector said in shock
"Oh I am, it just this shit is pretty weak, its like downing cinnamon whiskey." Trayvon laughed and Junior sighed in defeat.
"Alright fine...you are forgiven.."
"Really? Oh thats shgood.." He slurred and Junior smiled
"And there it is, I gotta say it took two to get him there." he chuckled, and Trayvon gave him a drunken glare
"I aint drunk!" He said slamming his fist on the table
"Easy there guy I hate to throw you out when we just opened." Junior said pointing to the door, which had a line of people coming in. Seeing this Trayvon popped a mentat in his mouth and his pupils dilated. "Im fine now but thats not the important part now, LETS GET SMAAAASHED!" He said with over the top enthusiasm. He ran off to join the malachite twins and Hector shivered.
"I'm going to die tonight aren't I?" He whined and Junior shook his head
"Well if you did, at least it'd be among friends." The bartender said with the a nervous smile, Hector takes a look at one table and sees two guys fighting each other on top of it.
"Yeah I'll have to get back to you on that one." He said walking from the bar to join his friend...
3 hours later...
Everyone at the three bears were either drunk as hell or high on some drug but for SOME both seemed to be the case. Trayvon was in the bathroom watching Hector Puke his brains out in the toilet, Both had been there for three hours of drinking and partying . When all was set and done Hector's Liver couldn't take it anymore and eventually he was in the bathroom currently unloading the contents out of his stomach.
"Dude you're such a lightweight.." Trayvon laughed
"Oh fuck off Mr. Invincible, seriously how are you not fucked up right now?" Hector asked and the merc shrugged
"Well when you've been drinking as long as I have, that stops having an effect on you." Trayvon said while helping his friend stand up and walk out of the bathroom. Outside Miltia was wait for them.
"Is he going to be ok?" She asked
"Yeah he just needs to rest for awhile and have bread, maybe even water." He said carrying his buddy to the bar. After he sat Hector down, Trayvon sat next to him.
"Hey Junior he's done for the night can you get us some water man?" he asked Junior and the Bartender nodded getting two glasses and filling them up.
"Aye... im finally comin down from whatever you gave me, what was that anyway." Hector asked tiredly
"You my friend just had something called party mentats." Trayvon said giggling
"What are mentats?" Hector asked
"These little pills, they normally are harmless unless they're the variation of what you took."
"And what do these do?"
"Well... the normal ones help with staying awake but these uh...keep you partying up all night, but um...they have a side effect to em that rarely happens." Trayvon explained
"That is...?"
"You hallucinate and you get a boner that lasts for 5 hours." When Hector heard that he began to have a face of panic, Trayvon knew what that look meant and had to act fast.
"Bro listen to me, You DO NOT wanna panic if you get those hallucinations, trust me on that."
"Oi! You didn't tell me that it does that How many other people had that tonight?" Hector asked both panicked and angry
"I gave a few people one, and then this large fat guy about three..." the wastelander said, Hector gave him a glare and Trayvon sighed. "Ok fine he asked and paid for all three, look he's fine right?" They both look over and the guy he described had bucket on his head, shirtless and was screaming.
"AAAUUUGHHHH! IM ON FIRE! IM ON FIRE! HELP ME OUM HELP ME!"
"You were saying boyo?" Hector said giving the merc a look
"Ok so...he took all three at once, you only took one so you'll be fine." Trayvon reassured, The blonde man sat there awhile and seemed fine, Then his perception of color alters completely and as quick as it came, it left almost instantly.
"You ok Hector? You spaced out for a second there." Trayvon said slightly worried
"I- I'm fine, I just came down in the weirdest way, but im good.." he said in calm tone, Junior finally handed them their waters.
"That took awhile for some waters, did you run to the atlas for it?" Trayvon said with snark
"No, but it was hard finding the ice, considering Melanie used it to put out jelly rolls over there." The club owner sighed looking at the big guy on the floor. Things happened to be chill for awhile until...
"BOSS I HEAR SIRENS AND THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER!" one of his henchmen yelled, which shut off the music.
"What kind of siren are you hearing...?" Junior asked
"Police ones boss...oh shit they're here!" His men said, everyone at that point got silent, and Junior sighed.
"Look im sure they just want something from me...like the last 10 times, just sit back and don't do anything stupid. Trayvon and Hector gave each other glances before both looking at Junior.
"So...somebody call them or is this some kind of thing here?" The merc said and Hector quickly answered that.
"No It's a form of extortion, you see the problem with law enforcement here is-" Hector was in the process of saying until the door burst open.
"POLICE! EVERYONE DOWN TO GROUND NOW!" yelled the police lieutenant firing a gunshot in the air, everyone dropped down to the sound of it and about 10 officers walked in.
"-They're corrupt bastards..." Hector said giving them a glare.
"Well...long as they don't bother me I can care less." Trayvon sighed taking a sip of his water. Junior comes out from behind the bar and walks up to greet them.
"Ahh lieutenant Chro, to what do I owe the visit? I'm pretty sure im paid up for this month." He said and the cop took off his hat and sunglasses revealing a silver hair with a somewhat hipster hairstyle and blue eyes, he also looked to be in his early thirties.
"Im not here for the money, the chief comes here for that... I'm here because someone left us a tip that drugs were being pushed here." He said in a cold tone.
"Look officer...you know that this IS a nightclub right? so it should be no surprise that there's gonna be some stuff floatin around on the dance floor." Junior explained and Chro nodded in agreement.
"Junior listen to me...the only reason I haven't arrested your sorry ass yet, is because the chief says you're useful, otherwise you'd be behind bars and this shitty little club of yours would be closed if it was up to me." Chro said in frigid tone
"Yeah yeah I know and I also know that you are one promotion away from becoming the police chief, when the day comes I bet you'll be looking for some kind of excuse to put me away." Junior responded sighing.
"Good now that you have that figured out, you don't mind having us look around do you?" the lieutenant asked.
"Do as you like, just get it done and get the hell out."
"Gladly.." Chro said walking past the club owner.
"Prick..." Junior mumbled, When the lieutenant got to the other officers he gave them an order.
"I want this place searched out, hell if you see a hole big enough for a rat I want you in there, and gentlemen please find SOMETHING, because I intent to close this shithole."
"SIR!" they all replied and began taking the place apart, Chro turns to the crowd still on the ground.
"YOU ARE TO REMAIN ON THE FLOOR TILL WE'RE FINISHED, ANYBODY THAT EVEN TWITCHES FUNNY WILL BE SHOT!"
Everyone remained on the ground while they combed through the club, something however catches Chro eye... Two men at the bar counter talking to each other with Miltia by them. One of his officers sees this was about to say something until he grabbed his shoulder.
"Sir?"
"I can handle this, you continue your search."
"Will do lieutenant!" The cop said saluting before he went elsewhere, Chro frowned and walked to the bar area.
"Oi...where ya hidin that stuff anyway?" Hector whispered
"Oh I took care of that...don't worry they won't find nothing..cant find nothing.." Trayvon whispered back. Right as they got done with their small talk, lieutenant Chro walked up behind both of them. From the reflection of glasses infront of them they could see the cop right there, so in response they decided to troll him.
"*sniff*sniff* Hey bro do you smell something?" Trayvon asked
" I do, it smells like bacon in here."
"More like seasoned pork, now why would that be?"
The last comment caused the lieutenant to sigh deeply "If this is your way of calling me a pig, you've succeeded..." He said making both of them turn around
"well forget pig, there's a warhog I didn't plan on seeing tonight." Hector laughed
"They're basically the same animal..." Chro said giving the blond a icy glare.
"Really? Who would've guess right? eh? EH?" He said looking a Trayvon to join in.
"Yeah...no Hector that was kinda stupid, leave the jokes to the professionals." he said smirking
"Hey Fuck you, you just ruined my damn joke." Hector said punching Trayvon in the arm.
"Right...anyway why is it when im called here...your ugly mug is the thing I see?" The lieutenant asked displeased
"Well lets see... these things tend to happen?"
"Really now? because the last time I was called here because of some blond bimbo trashing the place, your face was first one I saw." Chro said, Trayvon chuckled at this.
"Uh-oh... Hector I think he may have a thing for you, guess it's mating season cause this guy is gawking you pretty hard." he laughed, at that comment everyone was giggling including some of the officers. The lieutenant chuckled and gave a twisted smile, which shut everyone up.
"Wow what a mouth...Gotta say I didn't take you for hanging out with clowns-"
"One thing you're not gonna do.. Is talk like im not here fairy boy, and If you wanna know my name so badly, fucking ask me, not him." Trayvon said cutting off the officer, in response three officers in earshot walked over to where Chro was and surrounded the wastelander and was about the draw guns until the lieutenant did a dismissal wave, sending them back to their positions.
"Ok sir...who are you?" He asked with a hint of venom.
"See? Now was that so hard? Hell you even deserve a cookie." Trayvon sneered
"Don't push your luck kid..." The officer said glaring
"Right...the name's Trayvon Jackson." The wastelander answered, and the lieutenant rubbed his chin.
"Hmm...interesting.." He said, Trayvon was beginning to get annoyed
"Yeah it is...look man, what do you want?"
"I walked up to you two, because I specifically asked everyone to get on the ground, but here you are... still sitting...are you stupid or just have a deathwish?" Chro questioned in a hostile tone. At this Hector got out of his seat and gave him a nasty glare.
"Hey if its a fight ya lookin for...-"
"Whoa now! Take five partner, I got this.." Trayvon said stopping him and stepping forward.
"Look PAL, I don't know what kind of pull you have with folks around here and frankly I don't care...but what I do care for...is the fact that YOU are ruining my night, so if im not being detained...can you please fuck off?" Trayvon said glaring at the officer and like moths to a flame, every cop rushed to their commander with guns drawn out.
"Heheheh... You know, I was here for a drug rumor...but now things are different now." He said
"Oh really and In what way?" Trayvon asked eyebrow raised.
"You're name...It's not a part of the color naming law is it?" the lieutenant said reaching in his back pocket for something.
"I Don't see how that's a law in the first place." Trayvon commented.
"Well lets see if you're name exists... Hmmm..." Chro said going through a small book, after what seemed like minutes, he closed the book and had a grin etched on his face.
"Well well well, look at that...you don't exist."
"Dont get how that is, im standing right in front of you." Trayvon said annoyed
"No, I meant...you know what? Forget it, detain them both." Chro commanded and before they could react they snatched off their chairs and thrown to the floor.
"Ugh! Isn't this abit rough!" He yelled
"STOP RESISTING!" The officer on top shouted
"THEN GET YOUR FUCKING KNEE OFF OF MY NECK BITCH!" Trayvon roared, Hector was also receiving rough treatment.
"ARGH! THERE'S NO NEED FOR THIS YA CUNTS!" He yelled at them.
"Hey what the fuck?! Why are you arresting these guys?" Junior yelled and Chro snaps
"QUESTION ME AGAIN AND YOUR NEXT!" He roared, Trayvon and Hector we picked up after they were cuffed and were currently being dragged out of the club.
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" Trayvon roared, The lieutenant decided to stop the cop escorting him for a second.
"No wait.. don't drag him out yet." he ordered
"Sir?" the officer carrying him said now confused
"You look like you got something you wanna say kid.." Chro said with a smirk.
"You'll get what you deserve..." Trayvon mumbled, and the lieutenant leaned in with his hand on his ear.
"Sorry buddy I didn't quite catch that, I think you're gonna have to speak up." He mocked and the merc did an animalistic growl before speaking.
"Not today, not tomorrow or hell maybe not next week...but you are going to get what you deserve...and when you're taking your last breath...my face will be the last you ever see...I promise you that." Trayvon growled and spat in his face, Chro wiped his face and frowned at him
"Oooh... not cool.." He said striking the Wastelander in the stomach which made him gasp for air before he slumped over...
"Hmm..nothing more to say? Good, get him out of here.." The lieutenant said and the cops complied dragging his unconscious body out the club, Hector came up to Chro next but instead of saying something, he headbutted him which knocked him on his ass.
"Bitch..." He said, The lieutenant gets up, smiles and walks to the pissed off blond.
"Tsk tsk tsk, that's a shame, I figure you of all people were smarter than that...!" Chro said grabbing his testicales and began crunching them...
"AUUUGHHHHHH!" Hector screamed high pitch before he too passed out..
"Look at that, I mean wow, first spit and now headbutting? you people must've really forgot your place here, so do I need make an example out of one of you...?" Chro taunted, and Junior pulls out his bat.
"Look you got what you came for, now you're just over staying your welcome, so please get the hell out." He said glaring, and the Lieutenant just laughed.
"You know what? You're right I have...Ok im leaving but the next time we get a call like this, true or not im arresting everyone here.. got it?" He said and Junior nodded.
"I got it..."
"Good, ok everyone lets get those assholes back to the station" Chro ordered, and soon him and every cop there left quicker than they came. The sirens came on again and soon the whole club could hear them fading as the cars drove away. After five minutes everyone gets up and went back to their business while twins went up to their boss angrily.
" They like got arrested and you did nothing, so not cool." Melanie said, Junior sighed in defeat
"Look I couldn't do anything about it ok? If I did they'd have us all arrested and this place burned down, I do feel sorry for those guys, but it's their problem, not mine." Junior explained and the malachite sisters scoffed walking off. The club owner was now facepalming Trying to consider what would be the best thing to do. All of a sudden a light bulb came up, if HE couldn't do anything … he knew SOMEONE that could. He pulls out his scroll and began texting.
J: Hey Neo, I know we haven't spoken in awhile but I need your help with something..
N: What do you need now Junior?
J: How do you feel about our law enforcement?
N: Do you REALLY want me to answer that?
J: Good to know, so you'll meet me here in the three bears?
N: Yeah in 10 minutes
J: See ya in 10...
He puts the scroll away and smiles..
"Well lets see how this plays out..." He said
To be continued...
Chapter 7 End
well this took awhile for me to write, but on the other hand that was one hell of debut for the new OC, believe me i be seeing a lot of him. As for the other three out there, They'll be showing up soon as well along with many more favorites so there a lot to look forward to in the next chapter.. See ya next chapter.
P.S. The polls are looking pretty good, I'll let you know the progress, but if you haven't voted.. you have until the end of chapter 8 to do it, otherwise the poll will close and pairing will be decided.