DISCLAIMER: I do not own Grand Theft Auto or any of the trademarked characters, cars, etc. I do however own my original characters, and the city they run around in though, and etc. So don't sue
A/N-Well, once again, it's finally here! I thought Id let you guys wait a little bit and upload this store, just in time for Halloween. On that note, enjoy Chapter 19.
The next morning, David was sitting down reading a newspaper and drinking an iced coffee he got at Bean Machine, after a brisk jog around the block, wearing a blue tracksuit with white stripes. He had his headphones on listening to house music while nodding his head to the beat. Nothing was going on in the newspaper except for who killed who, and with what, followed by the funnies, weather, sports, and the occasional two for one coupon at Burger Shot.
He removed his headphones and set it on the table. "Same ol' shit, different day," David yawned as he tossed the paper on the table also and, turn on the DVD player from the remote beside him. Nothing said relaxation than watching some amateur porn he had picked up earlier during his jog. The moment he pressed play, his phone rang loudly. He ignored it as he continued watching the brunette on the TV screen getting railed, but only for a short moment.
"I knew I should have turned it off." David said to himself out loud, as he muted the TV. He picked up the phone and went to see whom it was. "Hello?"
"Bro, it's me." Randy said as he was driving. "You dressed?"
"Yeah, why?" David said drinking his iced coffee and still watching his porno. "I was watching something."
"Well turn off the porn and head outside." Randy said knowing what he was watching. "I'll pick you up in about ten minutes. Bring a gun with you too."
David heard the phone hung up. What the hell did he meant by bring your gun, he thought as he shrugged turning off the TV and the DVD player off. He went towards the bedroom and pulled open the top drawer. Inside were several pistols of different size and shape. He grabbed a chrome AMT .44 Automag, including his two-tone colored M92F Beretta. Both of them already had a loaded clip and their safeties on. He then loaded an extra clip for both of them and put the clips and the guns in his pockets. As soon as he was done he raced outside of the apartment and down the stairs heading towards the garage. He walked down the parking garage till he saw his car.
"Where is he?" David wondered as he leaned against the side of the Sentinel. He looked at the time on his digital watch as it was reading 9:45am. He then heard screeching as, a muscle car gunned through the entrance. It executed a drift and stopped right in front of David who stared at the mysterious driver like he was out of his right mind. "The fuck is wrong with you!" David yelled getting ready to draw his gun at the maniac.
The tinted windows of the dark blue 1992 Clover rolled down showing Randy grinning like nut, while Soul II Soul's Back to Life was playing through the stereo. "The fuck's wrong with me? You're the one who couldn't step out of the way so I could pull off that drift." He stepped out of the car wearing a cinnamon red and gold tracksuit, with running shoes to match, a thin gold chain around his neck and a pair of Jericho 941 Baby Eagle handguns in each hand. He looked like something out of an early 1990's movie about urban drug dealers.
"Forget about that, where are we going?" David questioned.
"We're heading to that gym that Ramon goes to in Little Cuba." Randy said as he leaned on the hood of the car. He then pulled out a piece of chewing gum and offered his brother a piece, to which David declined. "About an hour ago I caught him jogging towards the gym."
"Wait, if you saw the guy why didn't you take him out? It would save us the trouble." David said as he got inside the car as the song ended.
"The guy is fucking huge. There's no way in hell I'm taking him on alone."
"Exactly how big is he?" David asked with some concern in his voice.
Randy finished checking his guns out and got back inside the car. His brother was still looking at him, waiting for an answer, and sighed. "Bro, the man is big. He makes Bolo look petite."
As soon as he got the mental image of just how Ramon could be, David's jaw dropped. "You kidding me…tell me you're fucking kidding me Randy!"
"I wish I was man." Randy said disappointed starting the car. "We can take him on though."
"I suppose," David shrugged. No matter how big of a person they are, they weren't invincible to a bullet to the head.
The Clover took off the same way it entered as it jetted out of the exit of the parking garage. Randy jerked the wheel a bit nearly hitting a teenage couple as they screamed in panic and jumped out of the way. David held on as watched Randy as they drove down the street. There was a bit of a difference when it came to them driving and shooting. David spent a lot of time on the gun range practicing and learning a few moves while using his gun to the point where they felt like an extension of his own arms, and when it came to driving, it was from playing one too many video games, and action movies. Randy on the hand couldn't aim great with a gun unless the person was right in his face, in which that would a be a fifty-fifty chance on who would get hit. His driving skills were all right when it depended on what car he was driving.
Randy pulled up to a stoplight, and looked at David who had his eyes closed and taking deep breaths. Randy raised an eyebrow. "Nervous?"
No response.
"David, come on, wake up." Randy said bumped him with his elbow. "Are you alright?"
David opened one eye looking at him. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just concentrating."
"On what?"
"On the what we need to do." David said opening his other eye and saw they were a few blocks away from Little Cuba.
"There isn't much concentrating to do man. Just kill him and leave. Plain and simple," said Randy smiling. "Besides, knowing you, you could do some serious damage."
"Yeah…let's do it." David said cracking his knuckles.
"Now, that's what I'm talking about." Randy grinned as he took his foot off the brake and drove pass the red light, causing several cars to crash into each other. The two brothers laughed as they can hear the horns, and several people cussing at them or to each other. Randy turned up the radio as Iron Maiden started playing 'Heaven is from here To Eternity'. The two of them then rolled down the windows letting the streets hear the heavy rock music as a message; the DePalma brothers are back.
They finally arrived at Little Cuba lowering the music down, and pulled up to the curb. The Clover came to a stop, and Randy looked around for a few seconds before turning off the engine.
"Why are we stopping?" David asked.
"We're walking from here."
"Aren't we just going to be out in the open, and bring attention to ourselves, if we do that?" David asked questioning his brother's motive.
"Yeah…your point?" Randy asked getting out of the car.
I give up, he thought. "No reason. Just asking." David said casually getting out as well.
"It's just a block ahead. The reason why I parked it is that the parking is full around this time."
"Who comes all the way here to a gym?" David asked.
"The kind of people that feel like going to one that's twenty-four hours open. Besides, I hear there's a small massage parlor. I could use a good rubdown if you ask me." Randy said playfully pushing him.
"Believe me Randy, I don't want to ask, let alone want to visualize you getting rubbed." David said making a face.
"Oh, grow up!"
"Whatever man, just keep a eye out for any Cuban Cartel. Last thing we need is to have a shootout with them, when you and I aren't even fully armed."
"Yeah, yeah," Randy complained. "Just make sure you got my back when we get Ramon."
"You already know I would. Just promise me the same thing." David said eyeing a light-skinned Latin woman bending over to pick up something from across the gas station. Her short skirt was rising up enough to give anyone that was looking a full view of her lime green thong in between her round thick ass.
Damn! That's nice…real… "Ugh!" David grunted bending over slightly. While he was walking and staring at the woman, he walked right into a fire hydrant.
Randy looked at him and what he was looking at. She was still bending down for a few seconds then got back up. He looked at his brother and started laughing. "And I thought I was the pervert."
David heard a few people comment about David walking into the hydrant, while some giggled. "Shut up," David muttered sharply straightening himself up. "I was only looking like anyone else was."
"Right," Randy continued laughing. "If you were staring any harder I think you were going to go pounce right at her."
"Shut…up." David said seething through his teeth, and continued to walk.
"Hey, come on, don't get uptight, I was staring at the bitch too!" Randy said laughing some more. "But at least I wasn't looking enough to hurt damn self. Look on the bright side…better to hit the fire hydrant, than walking into a moving car."
"Yeah I guess." David admitted. "How close are we to the gym?"
"Just across the street," Randy said they walked.
It was only a few minutes that the two finally arrived at the gym. The two of them looked at each other and nodded, preparing themselves for what was coming ahead.
"You ready?" Randy asked David who was wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Yeah," David said nodding his head.
"You nervous?"
David paused for a moment. "No." He said confidently.
"You were never a good liar bro." Randy said shaking his head as he opened the door.
"Yeah…I know." David confessed feeling a bit nervous as well.
The moment the two walked inside the gym, they saw how big it was. Several people were peddling fast on the exercise bikes, as well as the treadmills. People were working out on various machines, while some were around the juice bar and having small conversation. The two of them walked past the juice bar and saw the aerobics class working out in rhythm to C&C Music Factory.
"So, now what?" David asked as he sat on the exercise bike.
"Act natural, and keep a lookout for Ramon." Randy said as he went into his pocket for some change.
"How will we know if he's here to begin with?"
"Trust me…you'll know." Randy said guaranteed. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to flirt with some of these ladies in leotards at the juice bar.
"Try not to trip on your tongue on the way there from staring at them too hard." David scoffed.
"Don't worry, there's no fire hydrant for me to walk into like your ass did." Randy chuckled.
"Fuck you Randy." David spat as he started working out on the bike. He looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Several girls looked at him and waved hi at him giggling. David waved back and continued peddling at a gentle pace. He looked around some more and saw Randy walking over to the bar. He then looked over to the window seeing if anyone huge was walking and so far there was no one.
Randy walked over to David, drinking a smoothie. "Want some?"
David shook his head no and continued looking around. "Are you sure Ramon goes to this gym? I mean there could other places out here he could have went to."
"Of course not, besides, we can take that fucker down." Randy said smiling.
David nodded until he saw several men walking inside the gym. Including a very large man, which was 7'10 tall, and looked like he weighed half a ton…in pure muscle. Randy stared at him, while David looked in horror and mouthed the words, 'holy shit'. "Is…that him?" David asked gripping the handles of the bike tightly.
"That's him…that's Ramon." Randy whispered.
Ramon was a light skinned Cuban, whose hair was slicked back just like Luis, only that Ramon had kept it in a ponytail. He had several scars on his face that were visible for everyone to see. He also had scars on his arms as well as on his chest showing them off like medals of courage. He had on a pair of dark blue khakis including a black tank top that looked like it was a size too small on him, tucked in. On top of his head was a thin yellow bandana he had tied around his forehead.
Randy was right, David thought. He looks like a goddamn nightmare. He turned his head to talk to Randy but saw that he was running towards the locker room. Fucking pussy, he thought as he casually got off the bike and power walked to the locker room. When he saw Randy hiding, David walked over to him. "The fuck you doing leaving me there for?"
"We need to think of a way to fuck him up." Randy panicked.
"Wait, first off you were acting all hard and not afraid, and now all of a sudden, you wanna haul ass. I told you before, we simply put a bullet into his fucking head."
"Is that before, or after his crew fucks us up? All we have is three guns and perhaps a few clips of ammo, those sons of bitches, have Mac's and who knows what else." Randy shouted. "Besides, Ramon usually heads and lifts a few weights, and then heads towards the sauna for a while, how are we supposed to shoot him in there?"
David punched his brother in the shoulder and said, "Man, calm down! Fine…they got us stacked with more guns and a walking Cuban behemoth. Not a problem. We're just gonna have to think and be creative on how we're gonna kill em, especially, Ramon." David looked and saw a room with a word that was their saving grace.
Sauna.
"And, that's how we're going to do him in." David smiled pointing at the sauna room.
"By what? Opening his goddamn pores?" Randy asked.
David rolled his eyes, "No…just watch and learn. We're gonna wait here all right. And the moment he walks into here we lock his ass inside there, and have him suffocate from the heat.
"How long is that going to take?"
"Don't know," David, answered unsure.
The two of them sat around in the locker room waiting, and looking around bored. Randy looked at David and decided to talk to him.
"Hey, David?"
"What?"
"When you were in college down in Vice City, what did you even learn there?" Randy wondered.
The basic shit…that, and some computer classes." David said.
"Oh yeah…I remember you were always talking about computers and shit." Randy remembered.
"I still remembered when you got me that laptop for my sixteenth birthday." David said remembering how happy he was when he got it.
"I still remember the guy who I stole it from too." Randy laughed. "Butch Poundstone."
David laughed as well. "Yeah from that fucking bully that used to pick on me. Whatever happened to him?"
"Moved up to Liberty City from what I heard. Lives somewhere around Bohan." Randy said as he saw some of the women from aerobic class head to the women's locker room. "Hey, I'll be right back."
"Where are you going? We need to keep a look out for this guy." David complained.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna keep a lookout for him too…just over here." Randy said as he quickly moved away.
Fuckin' typical, David thought as he sat and waited. To pass the time he checked his guns he had on him and twirled them both. Twenty minutes passed away, as David still twirled both of his guns, only at a much faster pace. When he was finished he glanced at the entrance and saw Ramon. The man was so damn big he had to kneel down a bit just so he could get in.
"I'll see you guys in a little bit." Ramon said in a deep voice.
David sneaked away to another row of lockers and heard him whistling while getting undressed and grabbing a towel. Please Randy, hurry up and get over here, he thought, as he saw Ramon walk towards the sauna in his boxers. He turned the dial and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. David smiled and got up looking for something that could seal up the door, but to a surprise nothing would be able to hold it.
"Hey bro," Randy said cheerfully as he looked at David moving around looking for something. "Uhh, you looking for something?"
"Yeah, a broom, or a chair, or…"
"Or this." Randy said twirling a pair of keys around his finger. "I got it off the aerobics instructor."
David smiled. "Finally, all that flirting you do paid off." He grabbed the keys and tried out each one slowly. "By the way, how, or what did you do to get this?"
"I fucked her. Gave the blonde a workout of my own." Randy flashed a grin.
"Why am I not surprised," David said rolling his eyes as he tried the last key. He pushed the key in and turned it. It made a loud clack and the two of them looked at each other a bit surprised.
"You think he heard that?" Randy asked.
"I hope not," Randy muttered. "So now what do we do now?"
David glanced at him and leaned over to the dial. He turned it all the way and twisted the dial off breaking the plastic. "We bake his Cuban ass." David said as he glanced over at the small glass window. "We need to steam that place up more. Do any of those keys go to maintenance? Like a big water heater?"
"I think so, why?"
David tossed him the keys. "Head there and see what you can do about it. I'll stay here."
Randy nodded as he ran away leaving David in the locker room. He noticed that Ramon stretched his big arms and more steam was pouring out. This is going to be a while, David thought as he sat down on a bench, waiting patiently. His eyes drifted at the crew Ramon was walking with. There were six of them, all looking shadier than the next. He noticed the small bulges in their jackets, and realized each one of them was carrying a gun. Probably small caliber pistols, like a .32 or .380, David thought. His eyes darted as he heard Ramon opening the sauna door.
"The hell? Who the fuck?" Ramon struggled as he jiggled the door. He wiped the window and saw David. "Hey, man, you think you can get me out of here? It's getting a little too hot for me in here." David heard him a bit and slowly shook his head to which made Ramon plead. "Come on! Get me out of here, please! Help me out. This isn't a fucking joke."
"Who the fuck said I was joking Ramon?" David said grinning. "Surprised I know your name huh? Well, you can thank Marco for giving out the info about you. Oh! I forgot the bastard committed suicide after telling me everything." He laughed as he leaned back watching Ramon sweat it out inside. "But don't worry; you'll join him soon as well as Pablo, Luis, and every fucking member of the cartel."
Ramon was enraged. Using his upper body strength, he ran towards the door and rammed against it. The door made a loud boom, but it didn't open. He tried several times but to no benefit other than getting tired with each attempt.
"Yeah, that's it Ramon. Try even harder and tire yourself out a lot more. You'll make the job a whole a lot easier for me!" David said cracking up. He saw Ramon getting desperate ramming against the door to open. To add further insult to injury, David pulled out his car keys making Ramon think it was the key to the sauna. "Hey, Ramon, you need these?" David jingled the keys laughing. "Keep on knocking but you can't come in!"
"You sick you know that! You twisted Italian piece of shit! I'ma break your fuckin' face in when I get out!" Ramom bellowed.
"Yeah, sure, if and only if you can get out Ramon. By then, you'll be suffering heat stroke, or worse…I hope!" David said laughing more.
Due to David's laughter it attracted Ramon's crew as they walked over to the locker room and saw him laughing along with someone banging on the door. One person out of the crew looked at David and spoke to the rest in Spanish to which they all nodded that he was crazy.
"Is something the problem?" One of the thugs questioned.
David stopped laughing for a minute and looked at them shrugging. "Nah, just thinking of a rerun of 'Just the Five of Us.'. Remember, when that girl lit the couch on fire and the homeless guy puts it out by pissing on it?" David said faking a smile, until he heard the door to the sauna room banged on again.
"Yo, guys, he locked me up in here! Fucking asshole has me locked up! Kill him!" Ramon yelled loudly in Spanish so that his boys could hear.
"Ramon? That you man?" Another one of the thugs said looking at Ramon through the small window.
David drew out both guns quickly and rapidly pulled the triggers. In a mere three seconds, he managed to kill three of the six thugs. The other three ran out of the way, while everyone in the gym heard the noise and ran out screaming and panicking. David glanced at Ramon to see if was going to faint, but he continued to ram against the door. The sound of the door being rammed didn't sound loud, meaning it was almost time for him to go down from the heat. His mind went back to the task at hand when he saw one of thugs shoot at David narrowly missing his arm. He then scooted over to the lockers and blind fired with his Automag. He heard one of them scream as the bullet entered into his abdomen.
"Christ! He shot me! Get that guy man!" The wounded thug moaned out in Spanish as he crawled away. He tried to grab his gun but instead took a .44 AMP round to the skull. The remaining two thugs were shocked as they watched their friend die in front of them, and decided to kill David quick and easy. They then, ran over to the lockers shooting wildly at David.
David threw himself out of the way avoiding them and hid behind another locker. He slightly peeked and saw one of them walking towards his way with his gun extended out. A slight mistake, David thought. By the time he saw the gun, he moved under and twisted the thugs arm, bringing his own gun up to his back and pulled the trigger twice. Two .380 slugs went into his right kidney. He tried to scream but David pushed him against the wall forcing the gangster to drop his gun, and press the Beretta against the back of his neck. "Now do as I say, and I'll make this quick and painless. You understand me?" The thug nodded slowly, as David pushed him along. "Randy! Come on, man let's go!"
The last thug saw David and grabbed one of the dead thugs guns. When the two of them came into range, he fired. David dove out of the way and watched his wounded hostage become a victim of friendly fire. The thug took a bullet to the chest including one in the face and fell back hard on the cold ground.
"Your fucking dead man!" The thug screamed. "Come on out!"
David continued to hide moving around watching the guy go into hysterics and look for him. David slowly walked trying to see if he could get around him and put the hurt on him. He checked the Automag and saw that he was out. He ejected the clip and tried to catch it with his other hand but it slipped out of his hand and fell on the ground making a loud clatter. Shit, David thought as the thug jogged up to where he heard the noise. Not wasting any time, he quickly reloaded the Automag. As soon as he was done he turned around to make a break for it, but was too late.
"Gotcha shithead! Now…drop the guns nice and easy." The thug said smirking. David gripped onto both guns, letting him know he wasn't going to go down without a fight. "Oh you wanna act hard then? Well…consider yourself fucked!"
"Speak for yourself." Randy thug turned around and saw Randy holding two Jericho 941's, squeezing both triggers.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Eight .40 S&W caliber bullets went into the thug's thigh, chest, neck, arm, and head, sending him straight down to the ground as well.
David couldn't help but smile. "About time you showed up."
"Yeah well I saw you were busy, so I thought I'd make an entrance and save your ass." Randy said holstering his guns away.
David shook his head, not believing what he just heard. "You mean to tell me, that you were waiting to play hero when you could've just helped me kill them right then and there all along?!"
"Yeah."
"You dick!" David yelled.
"Eh, shut up, you're still alive aren't you?"
Before David could even answer, he heard a very loud boom as if someone had fired off a shotgun. But it was worse. Ramon busted the door off and finally got out. His entire body was red as he looked at David and Randy and popped his dislocated shoulder. David and Randy eyes were wide as saucers as the two brothers stared in sheer horror.
"Jesus, titty-fucking…"
"Christ Almighty." David finished.
"Your fucking dead asshole…YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD!" Ramon yelled.
"Randy…what do we do? Please tell me what fuck do we do?" David said as he actually felt his legs start to shake. He slightly turned around and saw Randy running away and, screaming like a bitch, leaving David to defend himself. "Oh, hell no." he said shaking his head.
"Oh, hell yes!" Ramon grinned taking a step towards him.
I don't even know if I should do the same thing Randy did, or just piss on myself, David thought as he saw Ramon take another step. Fuck it. He raised out the Beretta and fired a bullet into his chest. No effect. David cursed as he brought up his other gun and aimed for his head.
KRAK!
One hot .44 AMT hollow-point struck him in his skull. Ramon staggered back, giving David an opportunity to run out of the locker room. David sprinted out, not looking behind him and headed towards the juice bar. David turned around quickly and aimed both guns at the locker room. He quickly pocketed the Automag and grabbed a large glass bottle from the bottom counter. It was a bottler of cleanser. He tossed it up and down and began to walk away until he heard a pair of doors opening behind him.
"GOING SOMEWHERE…MOTHERFUCKER?!"
David turned around and saw Ramon once again, only this time in his pants, no shirt, and barefoot. David planted his feet and slowly twisted the top a little bit. Ramon walked up to him slowly. There was a gash on the side of his head leaking blood, but Ramon didn't seem to care less.
How the fuck did he survive that? He took a .44 bullet to the head! Ok big man…let's dance. "Hey Ramon!" David called out.
"WHAT?"
David saw there was a steel dumbbell near Ramon's foot and, grinned as he gripped the bottle of liquid cleanser. "Catch!" He threw the bottle towards Ramon's feet and watched it shatter around him.
Ramon looked puzzled at the bluish liquid, the dumbbell, and broken glass around and on his legs, then at David and, laughed. "You really think that's supposed to stop me?"
David laughed a bit himself. "No…but this might!" He moved his gun towards the dumbbell near Ramon's feet and fired off several rounds. The bullets struck against it making a small spark strong enough to generate a fire. Ramon stared down as he saw his lower self, catch on fire. David couldn't help but smile as he watched Ramon throw himself down and roll around on the glass crying out in pain. David ran off heading towards outside looking for Randy. "Where did he go?" he wondered as he jogged across the street. He heard several people running away and yelling what was going on, and some of them talking on cell phones. He knew damn well that they might call the cops.
As he looked around, he then saw Randy pull up to the curb near David. "Get in man!"
Before David got in he looked at Randy pissed off. "Where did you go?! Where the fuck did you go?"
"I went to get the car man! What the hell happened back there?" Randy said as he looked at the gym and heard the alarm for the sprinkler system set.
"Fuck all that! I'm wondering why was he standing after I shot him in the head!"
Randy laughed for a second and said, "Well, I forgot to mention. The guy used to be a solider, and he took some shrapnel right? So he got a metal plate in there…a bullet proof one."
David glared at him. "WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?
"I forgot bro, relax!" Randy protested.
"Forgot? FORGOT!? You don't forget shit like that Randy! AT ALL!"
"Whatever man! You at least killed the bastard right?"
Before David could answer again, he glanced at the entrance to the gym and saw Ramon walking towards them slowly. Randy stared at the man and spoke to David. "Now what?"
David quickly thought of the gas station they walked passed when they were walking to the gym earlier. Remember the gas station we passed by? Where I walked into that pole?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Drive over there." David said moving away from the Clover.
"What? What are you planning to do?" Randy said worried.
"Just do it…I feel like jogging." David said calmly. He moved away from the car and nodded at Randy. "Get moving!" Randy nodded and drove off, leaving David to fend off Ramon. "Come on big boy…you wanna kill me?" he yelled.
"Oh, I'm going to do more than that you sonofabitch."
"Well then…you're gonna have to earn it, you overgrown motherfucker." David said as he took off and started running.
Ramon looked at him and sprinted off after him. David dodged, pushed and shoved people out of the way as he continued to run away from Ramon. He glanced behind him and panicked a little bit.
"You know, for a big guy, you're fast man!" David yelled as he moved and ran even faster catching his second wind, and headed towards the street. Luck was on his side because of the traffic jam going on still. He moved through the rows of cars and towards the sidewalk, buying him a few seconds. He continued running shoving people out of the way yelling. "Get the hell out of the way! Move it damnit!" You're almost there David…just hang in there.
Ramon didn't care who was in the way; he ended up trampling over people as he gave chase. "YOU CAN'T RUN FOR TOO LONG BASTARD YOU'RE BETTER OFF SHOOTING YOURSELF! MAKE IT EASIER FOR ME AND YOU!"
David ignored him as he finally arrived at the gas station and pulled his Automag out. There were several cars around looking at him wondering what he was doing until he fired in the air several times. "Get the fuck out of here now!" He pointed the gun towards the clerk who was scared shitless. "Turn all the pumps on, and get out as well!" The clerk did as he was told as ran away. David could hear the sound of people yelling getting closer as he turned on all six pumps. He then pulled out each hose and shot some of them, letting gasoline spill all over the place. He quickly ran inside the store and snagged several matchbooks and, ran back out, only to see Ramon show up. He was well across from him and would have to run across the pouring gasoline to catch him. He heard Randy pull up a bit away from the gas station and looked at what David was attempting to do, honking the horn.
"End of the road asshole." Ramon said grinning.
"Wanna bet?" David said as he lit backed away quickly and started lighting the matches. As soon as he got inside of the car, he saw Ramon run towards him. The gasoline was all over him including the pungent smell of it, but he didn't care.
"HOLY FUCK! DO SOMETHING!" Randy screamed.
David lit more of the matches and then tossed them underhand into a small puddle of the gasoline. "DRIVE!" he commanded.
Randy shifted the gear into reverse as pulled back full force, at the same time the matches fell toward a puddle…a puddle of premium gasoline. The puddle straight away caught on fire as well as Ramon and the gas station, sending it into a large explosion. Bright orange and red flames went up, as David looked back and saw that Ramon got what was coming to him. Randy laughed and screamed in triumph, while David looked and was cautious
"Stop the car." David said still looking at the fire behind them.
Randy looked at him as if he lost his mind. "You kidding right? He's dead!"
"I just want to make sure. Stop the car." David asked as Randy stopped. David quickly got out and walked towards the blazing ruin that was once a gas station. He continued staring at it for a while breathing a sigh of relief. His eyes shifted when he saw someone moving from there a bit. The figure slowly stood up and walked very slowly out of the flames. David's eyes grew wide once more seeing that this guy was completely on fire. "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY!?" He screamed. How the fuck did he manage to survive? It's impossible, he thought as he looked at Ramon walking towards him. His hair, and eyebrows were completely burned off and, so were his pants. His entire body was covered in second and third degree burns. David shook his head not wanting to believe this was happening. "Enough is enough!" David yelled as he aimed both guns at him and open fire at Ramon, striking him in the face, head, chest, neck multiple times at his vitals. Ramon staggered a bit but continued walking towards him slowly.
"DIE! JUST FUCKING DIE! YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER!" David screamed at the top of his lungs while shooting at him some more. In a few seconds, both guns were empty, and he was completely out of ammo. He backed away a bit as he saw Ramon take one more step, and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Ramon was ten feet away from David, as he looked at Ramon's burning body. His arms were trembling as he put both guns in his pocket, and slowly backed away. He then looked on the ground and saw a pack of cigarettes and grabbed them. Lucky for him there was only one left. Probably someone dropped it when they ran off, he thought. He walked up to Ramon and kneeled down, lighting the cigarette from the burning body. "Thanks for the light." He said taking a long drag and got up. He walked towards the car, where Randy was shocked.
"Is he…"
"Yeah…I believe so." David said taking another drag. He then flicked it away and got inside the car, locking the door. "Lets just get the fuck out of here."
"Yeah, I heard that." Randy said as he started the car and peeled off. "I can't believe that plan of yours worked."
"That plan originally, was to have him suffocate and die in the sauna. What I just was plan B."
"Some hell of a plan David," said Randy as he took the freeway.
"What I wanna know is this…why the fuck did you run out on me when Ramon busted out of the door? You left me there to take him head on!" David yelled hitting his brother.
"I went to get the car." Randy said simply.
"Went to get…How the fuck you gonna leave your brother to get the car?"
"Well…it was part of my plan too!"
Frustrated, David said, "Whatever, just drive me back to the apartment. I need the rest…as well as a change of clothes."
"I hear that, you reek of gasoline man." Randy said laughing as he drove down the freeway.
David rested himself against the window and sighed. Two down…two to go. You're next Pablo.
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