Scene 36
That night…
At the Junkyard…
No POV
The junkyard was alive and busy. Not due to the trash the trucks brought in, but to the gang that calls this place "home".
The Association of Supreme Supremists, or A.S.S.
"WOO!" yelled one member.
These were Neo-Nazi, KKK, and the Skinheads of Mobius.
A bunch of redneck, drunk, junkie, and crazy white people, who believe they are the "Master Race".
They all crowded around a burned down garbage truck, loud heavy metal music blared out from speakers, the members drank and partied as the music got louder.
"White power!" one member yelled, dressed in KKK attire.
"White power!" the other members yelled.
Their clothes ranged from KKK, to shirts with swastikas, to wearing hockey masks and shirts printed with slogans like "Drive out tainted blood", "White Power!", "God Bless Mobius!"
The speakers thumbed with the heavy metal, they banged their heads back and forth to the music.
BANG BANG!
The music stopped, the turntable that held the music had two nails stuck inside of it.
"What the fuck!" asked one member.
"Who did that?!" yelled another.
"We did!" shouted a voice.
Everyone turned around and saw them, the "Jury".
A vigilante group, know for beating up (and sometimes killing) Chaos City's criminals.
They wore "armor".
Their "armor" was basically scrap metal from the junkyard. From pot and pans, to cut car doors, to something as strong as the metal plating on vehicles, to basic stuff like rusty chains to make chainmail.
"What the fuck for!" one KKK shouted.
"Too fucking loud!" yelled a Jury member.
Soon, they were yelling and screaming at each other .Fists were in the air, cups of beer were thrown.
"You said you wouldn't bother us if we just protested!" yelled a A.S.S member.
"You said you wouldn't hurt us!" yelled a Jury.
"What the fuck do you mean!?"he asked again.
The Skinhead walked out of the crowd as they stopped yelling.
He had on a hockey mask, no shirt (which exposed a incredibly fat body) and torn jeans.
On his stomach and chest was tattooed "Fuck Off!"
"You know damn well what we mean!"
The Jury member approached.
He had on black metal plating covering his legs and body, and a black tinted football helmet.
"Jake has gone missing, we haven't seen him since our treaty." He replied.
"So, we have nothing to do with this/" replied the A.S.S member.
"You guys did something!" yelled the Jury.
The skinhead got in his face, "Your lucky your Nazi friends are behind you…" replied the Jury member.
"Shut up!" boomed a voice.
The gangs stopped talking and looked towards the voice.
On top of a broken down police car, stood a echidna.
He had on green army cargo pants, boots, a camo jacket that was puffy (Indicating body armor), a bandana covering his face, a camo beret, and sunglasses hiding his eyes.
"Just what I the fuck are you two fighting about!" he said as he stepped down and walked towards them.
"Who the fuck are you!?" they asked.
As he got close to A.S.S member and the Jury member, he grabbed their necks, and raised them up.
"What the fuck!?" they struggled to say.
CRACK!
Just by moving his thumbs on his large hands, he snapped their necks.
He shook off the Jury's helmet and let if fall down to the floor.
BASH!
He collided the heads of the two dead members.
BASH!
He did it again, leaving a gash in the side of their heads.
BASH!
This time, their heads exploded in blood and brain, covering nearby members and the echidna in blood.
The A.S.S and Jury raised what guns and nail guns they had.
"Don't bother trying to shoot me!" yelled the echidna as he dropped the lifeless bodies.
Guns could be heard cocking, humans and Mobiuns in camouflaged outfits, ghilie suits, and other soldier attire emerged from the trash heaps that circled the two gangs.
Their guns were drawn as they aimed their weapons at them.
The two gangs dropped their weapons and raised their hands.
The echidna looked at the gangs and folded his arms around his chest.
"Jury! Leave now!" he yelled at the armored gang.
They jumped back, then quickly ran out of the park.
He then turned to the A.S.S.
"Ok you limp-dicked faggots! I got something to tell you."
He paced in front of them.
"There is a killer out there that you all need to be on the lookout for."
He took out a picture of Marshall in his Smiley mask.
"If you kill him, you will all get paid." He followed as he gave one member the picture.
He passed it around.
"How much?" one member asked.
"Enough." He replied.
"He looks easy." Said a member.
"I bet he is a Mobiun." Said another.
"He is! I bet he is black too!" yelled another.
"And Jewish!" added another.
"And he is Mexican!" another added.
"And Catholic!"
"I BET HE IS A MOBIUN, BLACK, CATHOLIC MEXICAN JEW!" someone screamed.
Soon, the entire gang was yelling in agreement.
"Wipe out the tainted blood!"
"This world is only for the pure!"
"For the Aryans!"
The began to chant, 'For the Aryans!' repeatedly.
"Good, make sure he suffers!." Said the echidna .
"He will!" the gang replied.
"Good. War Dogs! Lets move!" he ordered.
The soldiers got out from their positions and followed the echidna out of the junkyard.
As they left, he got his radio.
"Its done sir."
"Good…"