After half an hour of awkward as hell dares, the Saints decided to settle down a bit and stick to truths. Half of the party had left, as Pierce (the heart of it all) had stopped dancing.
"Alright, spin the bottle." Said the Boss, finally taking the tie off of his forehead.
The empty gin bottle spun round and round, before finally slowing to a half pointing at…
Johnny.
"Aw shit." He muttered. It was the Boss's turn to dare him.
"Truth or Dare, Gat?" The Boss grinned, rubbing his hands together.
"Shit man, I'm tired, truth." Sighed Gat, awaiting the dreaded question.
Silence.
Everyone turned to look at the Boss, who's face had a big, evil smile on it.
"Alright Gat, here's your question…" He began, standing up. "Why did you just fu-"
BOOM
"WHAT THE DICK?" Yelled Pierce, spinning around to look at the gaping hole in the wall. There was smoke everywhere and rubble layered the floor. The Boss tripped over the table and pulled out his gun, aiming at the hole.
"What the fuck just happened to my HOUSE?!" He yelled, kicking debris and storming towards the hole. Slowly, a man that stood at almost 8 feet tall, dressed in orange emerged from the dust.
"Who the fuck're you?" Spat the Boss, looking up at the intruder. The man was at least 2 and a half meters tall, maybe more. He had long hair, face tattoos and wore nothing but orange shorts and a pendant around his neck. Oh shit, another tattoo gang? Or another voodoo gang…
"Put away your weapon, little man." Commanded the man, with a voice like thunder. The Boss almost did as he said, but then he remembered who he was, he was the leader of the biggest gang in Stilwater, he didn't take orders!
"I'm not going to ask again." Threatened the Boss, pointing his gun up at the man again.
"You do not need to know my name." He replied sternly, striding into the condo. The Boss clicked off the safety on his gun and cocked it.
"I beg to differ." Smirked the Boss, ready to blow this asshats brains out. He was about to pull the trigger when a stabbing pain erupted in his shoulder. He fell down and then all hell broke loose. Waves of what appeared to be… tribal men… ran into the condo, yelling and throwing rocks, before pulling out guns of their own to fight back the Saints that were already firing at them. The Boss tilted his head to see what had taken him down.
"A FUCKING SPEAR?!" He yelled, despite the pain.
"A MOTHERFUCKING SPEAR?! ARE WE FIGHTIN SPARTANS OR SOME SHIT?!" After shouting, he realised that it really, truly hurt. Johnny Gat shot away a dozen or so Indian-dudes and ran to the Boss, kneeling next to him.
"You alright man?" He asked, dropping several more Indians.
"I have a goddamn spear… in my back. I'm fucking peachy!" He replied, panting. He looked around and saw that Pierce had flipped over the couch and was shooting from behind it, whilst Shaundi... what the fuck?! She was sat calmly next to Pierce, taking a few hits from a joint. She's fucking high!
"How we gonna move you?" Asked Gat, as he gently kicked the spear, still embedded in his Boss's back.
"FUCK MAN! Don't touch that! Just hand me a gun and after we take these bastards out we'll figure it out." Groaned the Boss, reaching for the pistol he had dropped.
After the Saints had killed a couple dozen more of the voodoo/tattoo freaks, the rest fled, running through the hole they had created. Their leader was nowhere to be seen.
"What'd I mi- Oh shiiit!" Shaundi bit her knuckles, looking at the mess.
ONE SHORT EXPLANATION LATER
"I wasn't that high!" She exclaimed.
"You missed an explosion, a gunfight, and the fact the Boss got taken down!" Snapped Pierce.
"Hey guys, you can make love later, but can I get a little help?" Moaned the Boss, still laying on the ground, with the spear in his shoulder. The three lieutenants carried their Boss to the pool table, laying him there. Pierce got out his phone, presumably to call 911.
"Don't bother, we'll end up in jail, not in a hospital." Sighed the Boss, as Pierce put his phone back down.
"So… about the spear…?" Gat said, leaning on the wall and nodding in the Boss's direction.
"Shit, I dunno. I never went to high school or anything." Shrugged Pierce.
"That explains a lot…" Muttered Shaundi, taking a close look at the wound.
"Bitch, as if you can do better!" Said Pierce, pointing at her.
"Actually…"
"You're kidding me." Said Gat, looking up at her.
"Yeah, before I became a burnout, I actually did something with my life, you know." She retorted, still examining the wound. Pierce rolled his eyes and walked out.
"Mind fillin' me in?" Piped the Boss, confused as to what they meant.
"I was a med student." Shaundi muttered.
"Fuck no!" The Boss cringed.
"What? Why not? I can do simple stuff like fixing a wound…" She seemed hurt.
"No Shaundi, you were high five minutes ago, I am not letting you stitch me up.
"Looks like you'll need more than stitches actually. The wound's pretty deep, and the spear doesn't exactly look clean." She poked the spear.
"Fuck! Why does everyone touch it?" Whimpered the Boss.
"Did you get your tetanus shot?"
"What?"
"Your tetanus shot. To prevent tetanus. Did you get it?" She asked, now looking at his face.
"Uhh… No…?"
She responded my poking the spear again.
"FUCK!"
"Naughty boy." She giggled and walked off to get Pierce.
"So, Shaundi has a PHD or something?" Asked the Boss.
"PHD? Ain't that a disease?" Wondered Gat, outloud.
"What? No… it's a medical degree… I think." Replied the Boss.
The two guys knew how to shoot a gun and run a gang. That's about it.
Shaundi and Pierce returned with bandages, alcohol, towels, needles and all sorts of other stuff. The Boss shuddered. He could take a gunshot, but he fucking hated needles.
"Alright, this is gonna hurt a little, Boss, but we need to take out the spear." Shaundi said fixing her eyes on the weapon and gathering her tools.
"No shit?"
"And by a little… I mean a lot." She said, grabbing the hilt.
"Woah! Woah, shit! Don't fucking touch it!"
She yanked the spear straight out, and the Boss issued a scream, before blacking out.