Scene 32
Now…
Marshall POV
"He is ready." I heard someone say.
I was on the floor, someone had one of those small flashlights pointed in my eyes.
"He is stable. He is ready for the next scene sir." Said the same voice.
"Good, bag him up and put him in the van." I heard another voice, it sounded like the director.
I was then covered with a wool bag. I was picked up by my arms and I felt something against my back, it felt like the barrel of a gun.
"Move it." Someone said.
I walked forward, they turned my shoulders every so often to change the direction I was walking. Then someone put their hand on my shoulder.
"Wait." He ordered.
I stopped then I heard a creaking door. I felt him push me forward, then I tripped on something hard and I fell on my face on hard, cold metal.
"Ha ha!" they laughed.
"Watch where you are going!" he laughed again as I felt my feet get raised up and put on the same floor I was on.
"Get your ass up." I heard a familiar voice say as I felt him raise me up and sit me down on a chair. He took off my mask and I saw it was Private Dick.
"Here," He said gruffly as he handed me my Smiley mask.
I grabbed it and got the two metal straps. I put them behind my head and connected them.
I raised the mask and it covered my face, I can see though the glass eyes on the mask. They were foggy so I quickly wiped them.
The mask wasn't like a cloth or wool kind, it felt like it was metal. I heard once that one of these guys said that this mask is bullet proof; I don't want to test that out.
"You make look scary with that mask on, but all you really are is just a stupid Mobiun fox." Snapped Pvt. Dick.
I felt a snap in my head, everything slowly went red.
I lunged at him, grabbing his neck.
"Get off!" he yelled. He kicked me away, knocking me to the bed of the van. I lunged again, this time punching the side of his face. His eye glass cracked as he was now knocked down. I jumped on top of him and began to punch his face repeatedly, each blow more powerful than the last.
He then somehow, pulled me in and head butted me. I felt my nose crack, I grabbed it in pain.
I then felt a sharp pain in my ankle. I looked down and saw he took his knife and jabbed me in ankle. He grabbed the handle of it and twisted it.
"AH!" I screamed. I fell down and he got up.
I looked at my ankle and saw the blood squirt out. I then looked at Dick, he stood above me and pointed his M14 at me.
"Fuck what they say! Im going to kill you right now!"
CLICK!
He pulled the trigger, but the gun jammed.
"Piece of shit!" he mumbled.
Without hesitation, I took the knife that was in my foot and yanked it out. I quickly lunged at him, and pushed him into the side of the van.
I proceeded to stick the knife into his neck, and repeatedly stab him. Blood quickly gushed out onto the wall and floor, and also onto my clothes. With the last stab I shoved it in, and quickly yanked it out of his neck. Creating a long cut, almost decapitating him.
"Get ready, we are almost there." He said.
Suddenly, everything went to normal. I was back sitting down, looking at my hands.
That was a vision? What was that about? Why did I do that?
"Did you fucking hear me!?" he yelled.
"Get fucking ready!" he followed.
"Huh?" I said.
The truck then screeched to a halt.
"We are here, Mr. Mathers, time to kill."
I opened the door and stepped down.
"Catch." Dick threw me a small handbag.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Director said you might need it." He replied as he closed the door.
"This is probably the last scene you need to do with the East. I need you to assassinate their leader, Lucas the giraffe, British guy trying to be tough in America, so he joined a gang, did stuff, etc. and now he is the leader."
I looked in the bag and saw a picture of him, despite being giraffe, not real tall.
"There is also a hammer in there, make due of what you want with it."
I looked inside again and pulled out a small claw hammer with a metal head and wooden handle.
"This is the gangs' main base, the "Cube", some techno night club."
I was at the back of the building, so I couldn't see what it looked like, but from what I did see, it was shaped like a actual cube.
I saw a dumpster that had its door closed, and above it was an air vent.
"Mr. Mathers, go up there, that should get you in the club."
I climbed up onto the dumpster and reached up to the air vent. I used my hands to try to open the vent, but I couldn't get a grip on the edges of it.
I then grabbed my hammer and using the pane (the 'sharp' end) I pried it open as if I was using a crowbar.
I took off the vent cover and climbed inside, my feet gripped onto the wall as I pulled myself in.
I got in the vent and crawled. It was one of those metal vents. It was small, and cold. The AC was on, so it was even colder. Crawling my fastest I reached another vent. I looked inside the flaps and saw that it led into a storage closet.
I was just about to jump down but the door opened.
A East member walked in and looked at the shelves.
"Damn, where is alcohol fluid at…" he mumbled.
He turned around and look at the other shelf, I then proceeded to open the vent.
I went in feet first and landed behind him.
"Huh?"
He turned around, but as he faced me, I bashed in his face with my hammer. His face caved in as he fell onto the floor.
"Nice!"
I quickly picked the bits of his brain and skin off my hammer.
"Take his jacket, it should provide some sort of disguise to get through the crowd of ravers."
I carefully took off his jacket, trying not to get blood on it. I took off my jacket and put his gray one on.
"Keep the mask on."
"Why?" I questioned.
"People will think you are raving with them, and there is live stream camera in there so keep it on!"
"Wait." I said
"How can this be live stream? There is no connection to Wi-Fi!" I said.
He was silent for a few seconds.
"It's the future! Leave it at that!"
"Alright…" I mumbled.
I opened the door and I saw that I was right near the huge crowd of people. Techno music blared out from 20 foot speakers. People were dressed in skinny jeans, tang tops, dyed shirts etc.
The typical rave get-up I guess. Almost everyone had one of those glow sticks and glow necklaces. The DJ was playing the music, mixing and scratching the records for the crowd. The bar had blue neon lights on it. The bartenders were serving drinks to the crowd.
I never been to a rave before, but I knew…
Black cargo pants and a grey sweater stick out the most.
I stepped out of the room and closed the door. I made my way to the crowd.
"Lucas's office is in front you, just keep going. You should see some East members standing by a steel door."
I walked into the crowd, that is when I heard the music the loudest.
Wild for the Night by A$AP Rocky featuring Skrillix
[Verse 1: ASAP]
Wake up feeling blessed up
Pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up
Riding in that Testa... rossa, nigga catch up,
Sipping on that syrup till I'm messed up like yes sir
So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same
We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers
We walk around with lasers, you probably own some tasers
Lame niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimpin hoes
You could tell by my paystubs
My niggas getting right, smoking weed with dirty sprite
Going wild for the night Fuck being polite
Finna wild out for the weekend
Me, myself, and I my three friends
Nigga feeling froggy, then leap in, ASAP niggas finnna sneak in
Middle finger to the critics, me and my nigga Skrillex
You know we finna kill it, ASAp we the trillest
You don't really want that Glock boy
You don't really wanna feel them shots boy
You a B boy, I'm a block boy
I'm a D boy, I'm a hot boy
Six shots got me feeling like Pac boy
Party all night, shit don't stop boy
Drunk as fuck and I'm ready to fight
Wildin' for the night, fuck being polite boy
[Hook: Birdy Nam Nam/Skrillex]
Wild for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going...
Wild for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going...
Wild for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going...
Wild for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going...
I continued my walk through the crowd. I took glances around me, wondering if people would see my mask. No one did, because the lights were so dim, and the glow sticks glowed oh so much.
I then felt a tap on my shoulder.
Instincts would've told me to get my hammer and turn and bash whoever was behind me face, but something stopped me.
"Psst, yo! You!" he said.
I turned around and saw a East member, hoodie up. I couldn't see his face, but I think he couldn't see mine.
"You, man, can you do me a favor? I uh… sold all my X. Can you go to Lucas and get me another bag?" he asked me.
I looked at him and he was kinda jittery. His right sleeve was rolled up and you can see where he was injecting heroin and ecstasy.
"Why should I man? You don't even sell it." I told him.
I thought if I acted like I knew him, my cover won't get blown or anything like that.
I turned around and continued to the office.
[Verse 2: ASAP]
It's the weekend and I'm creepin with my niggas
Drunk and disrespectful, calling women bitches
I don't mean no harm but won't you and your friends
Meet us in the cut and we can do the business
God my witness that I only wanna kick it
And yo girl just said they with us
So we rolling in them Benzes
Won't you pour it up and stop the babysitting?
She got drunk as fuck and swallowed all my kids
Back to the Mac, tats on her back
Ass so fat, hit that from the back
When it clap from the back, she clapping it back
She flat on her back and it's back to the track
Fuck yo pack, ASAP where it's at?
Fuck nigga act, get clap lay flat
Fuck yo dreams, leave a fuck nigga dreaming
When you sleep and you won't come back from the nap
Benjamin 3 stack, it's a fact, she lives in my lap
On my aw aw cat (OutKast), daddy fat, stacks bitches on my sack
And you know them smokin' bitches rollin' and reefer got me open
Wilding to the morning with my homies, tell em where we going
Then, for some reason, the room went quiet and I heard a gun cock. Like the sound when it makes when you take off the safety.
I turned around and he had a 9mm USP. Pointed at me.
"You... Your gonna go to Lucas, and get him to give you more of the stuff." He said nervously.
His arm was shaking as he held the gun.
My heart raced as my vision narrowed on the guy and the gun.
I quickly grabbed the barrel of the pistol and pulled it out of his hand. I grabbed his hand and twisted it back, breaking his wrist.
"Ah!" he screamed in pain as I let go. He grabbed his wrist as he looked at me.
I then pistol whipped the side of his head. He fell to the floor.
My eye sight went back to normal as I looked at him.
He was knocked out, not dead. I saw his chest moving up and down.
No one noticed what happened, they were too busy dancing, or too high to care.
I quickly turned around and continued to the door.
"Nice son, you actually have a heart. You let him live. But hey, you got his gun."
I looked at my hand and I still had his gun.
I'm no stranger to fire arms, but this was the first time I held one with live ammo.
I used to go shooting ranges and fire fake, or rubber bullets at dummies and targets. But never an actually bullet.
I put it on my belt and continued to the room.
When I reached it, I saw two East members. They were leaning on the wall.
I reached for the steel door handle and one of them said.
"Hey… Lucas doesn't want you in there…" he said slowly.
"He has some… business…" said his partner, smiling.
These guys were high. I knew the smell of fresh smoked grass.
"He is with some…"
He started to say but fell asleep.
"Dude…" his partner started to say.
"We are so baked…" he said as he fell face first into a bowl of Cheetos.
I never got the munchies… or acted like that when I was high.
Must be the different weed I bought. Anyways…
I opened the door and saw Lucas. He was sitting in a swivel office chair, his pants were down. He had a grey female hedgehog between his legs.
"Damn girl… feels good…" he moaned.
I then, awkwardly, knocked on the wall.
"Sir?" I asked.
He then quickly looked at me, the girl who was blowing him stopped and looked at me.
"What do you want? And where did you get that mask? New trend with the crowd?" he asked.
His British accent was obvious. But you can hear it in him that he tried to sound more like…
American gangster like.
He then looked at the girl.
"I didn't say stop bitch. Keep going."
"Sorry Lucas." She replied as she continued.
I rubbed the back of my head and turned away awkwardly.
"Yes sir." She said slightly reluctant.
She then wrapped her mouth around his member and continued.
"Ahhh…" Lucas moaned, then he looked at me.
"If you want man, you can have her after I'm done."
I shook my head no and replied with a small, fake chuckle, "No thanks sir. I don't like sloppy seconds."
He nodded then asked, "So, why did you come in for?"
I opened my mouth to speak,( which you couldn't really tell anyway cause of my mask), but he raised his finger, motioning me to be silent.
"Ohh… fuck girl... I'm close."
I almost immediately turned around and let him finish.
After I heard him grunt. I turned around and saw the hedgehog wipe her mouth.
"Thanks girl. I will call you if I need another release." Said Lucas with a smirk.
I saw her put on a fake smile as she said, "Ok honey. I will be available."
As she walked past me to leave I heard her mutter "I hope someone kills that asshole."
Already planning to do that.
"Great, now that she left, you can kill him. But make it gruesome."
As I refocused back on Lucas my vision went tunnel, and I don't what happened, time slowed down.
I looked at the room. I could shoot him multiple times in the head, which can be bloody, and the music outside is too loud so they cant hear the shots.
Or I can rush him and beat his head in with my hammer. I could also get near him and beat his face in, and maybe gouge his eyes out, with my hands.
Or I could pick him up and shove his head into his TV that he has in the corner of his office.
I looked at his desk and saw a glass bowl. It was empty expect for a few pieces of Jolly Ranchers (Grape flavored), and for some weird reason, a condom wrapper was in it too.
I could hit his face with that. And then beat him, shoot him, or anything after that.
(A/N: This is based on random chance. I chose his death by random draw.)
I made my decision
I walked up to him and said, "Sir, I got something to show you."
"What is it?" he asked. His pants were still down, and I still saw his member. He really isn't very big in the meat department…
I put my hands on the desk and…
I grabbed the bowl, and a quickly as I can, I smashed it against his head. The bowl broke into a bunch of pieces, as small glass shards went into his face.
"Ahh!" he screamed as he grabbed his face.
I then grabbed my hammer and swung at him. The flat end hit him in the side of cheek. I heard his jaw crack. As I finished my swing, I then swung at his cheek again, but with the two sharp teeth at the end of the hammer. The teeth got stuck into his other cheek, the one I didn't hit.
I got on top of the desk and put my foot on his chest. I proceeded to pull on my hammer, pushing with my foot, trying to rip it out.
His cheek gave way as my hammer ripped the entire right side of his cheek.
The teeth on my hammer had his flesh and a few teeth attached to it.
I then looked at him. He was trying to scream, but he was in too much pain. he just sat there, crying in pain. His tears mixing with his blood.
I then upholstered my pistol, and aimed at his head.
BANG BANG BANG!
I fired three shots. The first one went straight into his head, killing him. The second went into his eye, and the third went into his neck.
I stood there, looking at him.
The smoke from the barrel was rising.
"Nice… the people at home are going to love this."
I dropped the gun on the floor and turned around to leave.
I didn't want to stay for long. I didn't want anyone to come in and see him, well they could, but I wanted to be far away, or at my new "home".
"Wait, , stop."
I stopped walking.
"What?" I asked.
"Go into his closet, there is a camera. Mr. Mathers, I want you to get it, and set it up In front of him."
I looked around and saw a wooden door with "Closet" scribbled in it with grey marker.
I used to live in the ghetto, and that makes signs in the ghetto look like white people signs.
Nonetheless, I went and opened the door. I looked and saw the camera. It was one of those that are used on TV shows. It was on a silver colored tripod.
I grabbed it and pulled it out of the closet, the tripod scrapping against the floor.
I then picked it up and set it in front of the corpse of Lucas.
"Turn it on."
I pressed the "Record" button, then a I saw a big flash of light.
"What was that?" I asked.
"It is a video stream. Anyone on the internet can see the body, until the camera is touched again."
"Ahh… I gotcha." I replied.
"Mr. Mathers, there is a exit in his office. You can leave through there. The van is already outside."
I walked to the exit and opened the door.
I saw the van with the back doors open. Dick was sitting inside, waiting.
"Sit your ass in here now." He commanded.
I then grabbed my hammer, and rushed him.
"What the fu-!" he started to yell. But I bashed his face in with my hammer. His nose broke first, then I heard his skull crack. His flesh and blood soon landed on me and my clothes and mask.
"Hurry up! I aint got all night!" he yelled again, raising his gun at me.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry." I said as I stepped in.
I sat down across from him as he stared at me.
What was that vision? Ever since last night, I have been seeing all these things that can happen.
Why was I able to pick out what I can use to kill Lucas the second I got in front of him? Why did I only hear the gun cock when the guy pointed it at me?
I don't know what's happening…
Maybe I'm just relying on instincts now to survive….
Survive…