Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. Sorry I took long to update. It wasn't about school if that's what you're thinking! That's not even on my mind right now! XD It's just that, believe it or not, this chapter was so hard to work on! That's why my homie, Palestinian Eyes, helped me out on it! If it wasn't for her, my story would've sucked! XD So yeah, we worked on this chapter for days. So I hope all our hard work paid off! If you don't like it...please don't kill me. XD
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Cindy McPhearson wasn't the type to admit her feelings aloud, especially when it came to people she cared most about. This fourteen year old girl was quite a tough cookie.
Today was different, however. The young blonde tucked a loose strand of hair to the back of her ear. Her eyesight was focused on the ground; evidently trying to avoid the young Jamaican-American teenager beside her that had saved her life a few hours ago.
Conflict isn't something she liked dealing with and Joshua Keenan Caesar was currently her biggest struggle yet. The boy had a soft spot for her, which she failed to notice in the past couple of years. Cindy had her mind set onto the younger Freeman, as if she was under a complete spell that only allowed her thoughts to be centered on him. However, this spell had been broken the moment JC had taken a bullet for her. She realized how selfish she was acting in the past and it was time for a sincere apology.
After the battle they had with those guards trying to stop them and despite the circumstances being quite unraveling, she was adamant on apologizing.
It's now or never, she thought.
He was walking beside her, staring straight ahead. She inhaled deeply and opened her mouth to speak. "Jay...?" she called out, faintly.
He turned his attention towards her, nonchalance sprawled across his face. This made it even harder for Cindy to speak. "Y-You know...what you did back there...I-"
"Aha! Now I got a good hold of you two gremlins..." Cindy was cut short by a security guard that stood in the midst of the hallway, blocking the duo from getting past him. Expecting the surprise, JC had already taken a fighting stance, glaring at the chubby guard holding a wooden cub in his right hand. "You ain't shit, fake hustla'. Come at me!" he yelled.
Cindy inwardly sighed at the outcome. Obviously her plan didn't go so well. Being annoyed at the guard, she balled her fists and ran towards him; punching him straight in the gut.
Without having the time to acknowledge the sudden attack, the guard crouched down in pain, holding his stomach. He dropped his cub, giving Cindy the perfect chance to grab it and started wacking him repeatedly.
"You stupid ass motherfucker! I was in the middle of a conversation!" she screamed at him with every hit. "Ow! Lady! Please! Stop!" He urged as he shielded his face with his arms.
As she was about to go for another blow, two strong hands had firmly taken a grasp on her arms, causing her attention to drift away from the guard and onto the person who had just stopped her from beating the guard to a pulp. She was breathing heavily as she glared at the young boy.
"Yo, C-Merph! Chill! You gonna kill him!" he told her as he stared worriedly into her aquamarine irises. This was his best friend, acting up right in front of his eyes.
He knew something was up...
This wasn't intended at all. Cindy had been bottling away her frustration and the guard was just a good target. She hadn't noticed that he was now lying down in a state of unconsciousness. Her breathing had calmed a bit and her vision began to blur as she heard his voice once more.
"C-Merph...Cindy...what's wrong?" JC asked, using her real name.
He sat her down away from the unconscious guard as he crouched down to look at her. She furrowed her eyebrows and showed a glint of sadness; a rare moment to be seen from the vivacious blond.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. JC had never seen his best friend act this way. Putting his stubbornness aside, he brushed her hair out of her distraught face. "Jay...Josh...I'm sorry," she whispered. JC sighed at the apology. "Cindy-"
"Naw, let me speak. I ain't been myself lately. I guess all this time I been hung over Reezy just cuz he got my back and all. I guess it sorta escalated from there. I never realized that I had you there all along and I'm sorry for bein' a real bitch." "You ain't no bitch, Cindy," he replied, honestly.
"I am. At least, I been actin' like o-"
She was taken by surprise as her words were cut off by his lips. But Cindy didn't care. It was about time she let go of the past and moved on. She kissed him back ever so passionately...almost ignoring the fact that they were in the midst of a jeopardy.
They momentarily broke away to catch a breath. Just as JC was about to go in again, Cindy noticed a silhouette approaching from behind him.
Her eyes widened as she screeched, "JC! Look out!"
The twosome swiftly parted ways as a chainsaw came crashing down in mid-air. Luckily, they had managed not to get hurt. They turned their attention towards their attacker: he was a tall and morbidly obese dark-skinned man with a prosthetic right eye. His hair was thinning and stood firm at the sides of his scalp. He wore a small, tightly-fitted pink blouse that showed part of his stomach. JC and Cindy had already recognized the figure that stood in front of them.
"Uncle Ruckus?!" they both shouted in unison.
"That's right! I can't have you two lil hoodlums lurkin' up in Mr. Wuncler's secret facility!"
"You fat ass! The fuck wrong witchu'? A chainsaw, nigga?!" JC spat as he stood up with his hands balled into fists.
He smirked as he replied, "You ain't seen nothing yet, lil coon!" He then turned towards Cindy. "As for you, I apologize. But you hangin' with a nigga, I have no other choice but to eliminate both of y'all for trespassing!"
Reading each other's minds, Cindy and JC ran towards Ruckus who only repeatedly began to move the chainsaw in front of him. The duo had stepped back in their tracks hurriedly, causing Ruckus to burst out in impish set of laughter.
"You think you can stop ol' Uncle Ruckus?!"
JC stepped in front of Uncle Ruckus and swiftly ducked against his every attempt at amputating his head off. Uncle Ruckus lifted the chainsaw in the air as this gave Cindy the opportunity to throw a low-line kick at the back of his knee. This caused Ruckus to stumble quite a bit, letting his arms loll towards the New Yorker.
JC had managed to dodge the expected blow and back-flipped out of harms way. The chainsaw had been dropped, brattling ever so loudly on the floor. With a smirk, the younger Caesar managed to throw a roundhouse kick towards Ruckus's face, causing him to go unconscious.
"Hell yeah! That's how we do it in Brooklyn, sucka!" he spat out in victory.
Cindy had taken a hold of the chainsaw cautiously and managed to turn it off. Throwing it aside, she went over to her partner and smirked at his achievement. "Nice going, JC," she said, smiling at him. JC smiled back. "You too, C-Merph."
The blonde girl put her elbow on his shoulder just like she always does. "So...we cool?" JC rolled his eyes while he smirked. "Lil mama, you always drive a nigga crazy," he replied, "But in a good way. We always be tight."
The duo gave each other dap before they went in for a memorable hug.
"Let's head upstairs. The others might need our help," Cindy suggested. "I'm way ahead of ya," JC responded.
He took her hand as they run upstairs.
"Dead ass, man. You better stop this shit."
"The fuck you talkin' about?"
The never ending bickering between Michael Caesar and Cairo Harrison was evidently augmenting. Much to the point where anybody could not place the two in a room without a blood-shedding intifada breaking out. The question of it all was:
Was Faith Walker thinking straight when she had left the two to work in union?
"Man, you know what I'm talkin' about. Ever since you came to Woodcrest, you been actin' real shady. I seen you trynna get real close to Fae. What's your business with her?" Caesar questioned. "You don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about," the Chicagoan spat out.
After the battle between a few guards, Caesar and Cairo were currently patrolling the area, ensuring that no one had gone up to harm or stop Fae, Gabby, and Layla from getting to the Freemans. So far, no one had appeared. Fae had given the two boys 9mm pistols as she suggested that security might be a bit more intense on the upper floors than the first.
However, the place remained intact. There were no outbreaks...except the one Caesar and Cairo were about to start.
Caesar had been watching Cairo ever since he decided he would join in on this mission. Maybe it was all just a ploy to get closer to Princess, he thought. But Caesar wouldn't let this happen. He knew that his homeboy, Huey, had a thing going on with her, despite being too stubborn to admit so. Caesar always remained loyal to his best friend and vice versa. He wasn't about to let his old rival from Chicago come and distort everything. It's enough that Huey was not there and God knows if he was alive or not.
Caesar only hoped for the best.
"I ain't stupid, Cairo." Cairo sighed in defeat and spoke up. "What do you want from me, Caesar?" Caesar furrowed his brows together for a moment. "Why did you come through with this?" he asked.
Cairo paused for a moment. He wasn't sure how to respond to that question. Yes, he had a bitter fight with Huey about six years ago. He thought by moving to Woodcrest he would get his vengeance, but after hearing the news that his childhood companion, and once best friend, has been kidnapped alongside with his family, his conscience would not leave him alone. He felt guilty about the whole feud with Huey. That's when he heard about Fae's plan to get them back. So he solemnly, at first reluctantly, agreed to accompany her as they began their search.
"I'm not evil, Caesar," Cairo said. "Hard to believe that..." The New Yorker muttered underneath his breath in response.
Cairo glared at Caesar, causing the Brooklyn boy to roll his eyes and speak. "You have been bound to get some kinda twisted revenge on Huey. First, you come up into his house. Then, you try to steal his girl. Why the hell should we trust you? For all I know, you could just be working for the Wunclers themselves." "That's the past and it's done with. I ain't trynna have no beef with Huey. All I want is not to see him die cuz of some fucked up shit that he had nothing to do with in the first place," Cairo explained.
Caesar stood aloof. Maybe he's telling the truth for once, he thought.
"I don't even want his girl no more," Cairo informed as he smirked. Caesar scoffed. "So you wanted her before?" he inquired. "Only to make him angry. But then I realized that she was so determined on finding Huey, I figured she must've had some sorta connection with him way before I came into town. So I left that alone."
Caesar raised an eyebrow at his sudden comment. "Huh...you ain't as bad as I thought you would be." Cairo shrugged his shoulders. "That's cuz you were dead-set on kicking my ass whenever you saw me." Caesar chuckled and lightly punched his shoulder. "I still oughta kick your ass, nigga. Until you fix your feud with my homeboy, that's when we cool," he stated. "Yeah, yeah. I will," Cairo promised.
The sound of heavy rustling up the metallic staircase was to be heard, bringing them back to reality. Without hesitation, Cairo and Caesar had both ran towards the staircase and aimed their guns towards the unknown personnel.
"Who the hell do you think that is?!" Cairo whisper-yelled. "I'unno, but we gon' find out," Caesar replied as he stared onward.
Two figures emerged from the bottom of the staircase. Just as Caesar and Cairo were about to bust a cap, they heard one of them utter a plea...
"Nigga, is you crazy?!"
Well, more like an insult...
"Josh, the fuck? You know you woulda been in serious trouble right now. Sneakin' up on niggas and shit," Caesar told his brother before he one-arm hugged him, "I'm glad you a'ight, though." "What are you two doing here?" Cairo asked the younger teenagers.
"Well, we just beat Ruckus and some other guard's ass downstairs. We thought y'all needed some help," Cindy explained. Looking around the empty hallway, Caesar stuttered, "Uh...well..." "There ain't nobody here, ain't there?!" JC yelled. "Nobody came through. So what?" Cairo uttered, rolling his eyes.
Cindy scoffed. "While you guys were doin' nothing, JC and I were fighting for our lives! We coulda had our heads cut off by that crazy ass Ruckus and his Texas chainsaw massacre type of shit." "Did you say Ruckus?" Caesar questioned. "Yeah nigga, is you deaf?!" JC responded.
The dread-headed teenager crossed his arms and asked, "What the hell is Ruckus doing here?" JC shrugged his shoulders. "How the hell are we supposed to know?" Caesar's eyes widened in realization. "If Ruckus is here, then there's a big possibility that-"
Suddenly, the four of them had heard a shriek from upstairs. This wasn't any shriek, though. Caesar had immediately recognized the voice.
"Layla..."
Swoosh.
The brunette ducked; avoiding the guard's punch. She had managed to defeat three of the unknown security guards thanks to her and Fae's daily KenpÅ practice. Besides, these guards were easy to knock down if she knew their weak spots.
Stepping aside, she sent an axe kick towards the blonde security guard's neck. He immediately fell to his knees and towards the ground, unconscious.
Smirking to herself, she dusted off her pants with her hands and walked away from the man. That's it? she thought to herself. The Arabian girl pondered as she waited in complete silence for the next attacker to show up. However, she was left with absolute quietude. "Hmph," she groaned, questionably.
What she hadn't been aware of, was that a tall figure had been standing behind her as she walked towards the staircase; he carried a gun in his right hand. Layla thought about going upstairs to see if her friends were in trouble, but little did she know was that a tall, black man was about to make his move. Once she turned around, she shrieked in surprise at seeing another guard that was bigger and stronger than the other ones she fought with.
"Don't worry...this'll be quick," he told her, smirking while he cocked his gun.
She was stuck in a dilemma. If she were to turn around, the man would definitely shoot her in the back. But if she tried to attack him, it would also result in no avail. She closed her eyes as she waited for the bullet to come striking through her. Layla Khaled was not afraid of death. Out of all those years she spent living in Gaza, death was merely a setback.
She heard the gunshot being fired and she finally opened her eyes. However, the sight in front of her left her in a complete daze. The tall, black guard had fallen to his knees, his hands drenched in the crimson color of blood that seemed to be oozing from his chest. His eyes widened in horror, and his mouth agape; speechless.
Moments later, the precarious guard had fallen face forward, giving the young Palestinian a clear view at the shooter. It was none other than the vivacious Michael Caesar. Only instead of his casual smile, his face was sullen. Sweat glistened across his forehead; breathing heavily.
"Are you all right?" he asked as he approached the distorted brunette. She nodded, not taking her eyes off the man. Her mouth opened to speak, but she only hesitated. "You...killed...him..." "I had no other choice. He was about to kill you!"
Cindy and JC had ran across the room towards the duo. Cairo had crouched down on one knee besides the limp body and checked for a pulse. "Yeah...he's gone," he assured. Layla's anxiety increased as she realized the consequences that could arise from this horrible incident. Caesar could always claim self-defense, but everyone knew that the Judicial system was corrupt.
"Caesar, you do know what could happen because of this?" she asked, clearly worried about him. "I do and I don't care," he replied as he stared reassuringly into her hazel eyes, "As long as I know you're okay."
Michael Caesar was best known for his feud with the NYPD, possibly the world's most corrupt police department. He had some doubts about what he just went through, but he would have the girl in front of him alive and well than gone.
Layla smiled at the heroic actions the New Yorker proclaimed for her. "Thank you..." She hugged him while he hugged her even tighter. This was something Layla would never forget. She wanted this moment to last forever...
"I'd do anything for my peaches..."
Then, the moment was over.
The Brooklyn Native laughed as the Arabian girl repeatedly hit him for the nickname he gave her. "I told you to call me Layla!" she exclaimed, "God, you're the biggest idiot I ever met." "But you love this idiot," Caesar told her, giving her his usual smile. Layla looked away from him, trying to hide the blush that was forming around her cheeks.
Unknown to the twosome, JC made a gagging noise, causing Cindy to laugh while Cairo rolled his eyes. "As much as I love to see you two continue with your weird flirting," he spoke up, sarcastically, "We got lives to save here and a dead body in front of us! Let's go!"
Caesar laughed. "A'ight, then. Let's save our homies!" Hearing the New Yorker's order, the five teenagers ran upstairs.
Just when the plan was going in order, this happens.
As the alarm ring throughout the lab, scientists frantically run around the room, inspecting where the intruders, and most of their subjects, have disappeared. The certain trio hid under a table with a white cloth over it as they observed the chaos erupting.
"I wonder how they knew we were here," Shani told them. "If I'm wrong, they probably caught Fae and the others when they were upstairs," Hiro predicted, "We have to get out of here!" "But we can't leave! We need to get the rest of these people out of here," Jazmine reminded, "What about Fae and Gabby's grandmother?"
"Jaz, you don't understand. They know we're here. If we continue to set them free, we will surely get caught!" Hiro insisted. Jazmine huffed angrily as she looked towards her Indian friend. "Shani, what do you think we should do? Should we stay and save these people or leave and save ourselves?"
Shani froze at the sudden side she had to take while the two teenagers stared at her, waiting for an answer. Shani was not the type to handle under pressure. She never liked to take sides nor wanted to hurt anyone's feelings, especially her two new friends she gotten along with. On one hand, Jazmine had been nice to her ever since she came to Woodcrest. Every time she saw her, Jazmine always had a smile on her face and being an only child, the mulatto girl was like a sister to Shani.
However, on the other hand, Hiro never showed any type of being a bad guy. Though they were distant at first, Hiro and Shani had been getting close throughout this whole mission and Shani didn't mind one bit. In fact, she would love to get to know the Japanese-American more after this was all over.
Shani took a deep breath. If she wanted to be taken seriously, she had to speak what was on her mind; even if she had to agree with one person over the other. "If I have to be honest...I would stay here and continue to help these people." Jazmine was happy with the choice while Hiro looked at Shani dumbfounded. "Shani, I-"
"Please understand, Hiro. I get what you're saying is reasonable, but we can't just leave those innocent citizens to face their death. We're here for a reason...so we can save lives. We're doing very well so far. We mustn't give up now." Shani gently took the teenage boy's hand. "I know we can do it if we work together as a team."
Hiro stared at the girl he met for a while until he sighed. "All right. Let's save these people," he agreed, "Shani, you go to the other room and try to get Fae and Gabby's grandmother out. Jazmine, you go to the other side and open a couple of tubes to the right. I will go to the left to open the rest of the tubes." "How are we going to open all the tubes on time?" Jazmine questioned. "By using these," Hiro stated, pulling out his gun.
The mixed girl tensed up as Hiro reassured, "Don't worry. We won't harm the people. The glass is somewhat thick, so we're going to break it using our weapons." "Is it safe?" Jazmine inquired. "Only one way to find out," Hiro responded, "Let's go!"
The trio separated discreetly into their position before any of the scientists could spot them.
Hiro crouched down as he concentrated on taking a shot at one of the tubes. Hoping for a successful result, the Japanese-American pulled the trigger, causing the glass to shatter. Knowing the freedom they have gotten, the foreign people begin to make their escape while the scientists tried to prevent them from leaving.
Hiro smiled at his accomplishment as he begin to shoot more at each of the glass tubes, increasing more of the ex detainees to flee. Smoke arisen throughout the room, causing the scientists to cough abruptly. The duo managed to hold their breath until the smoke subsided. The mulatto girl nervously pulled the trigger at one of the glass tubes; making the glass shattered. Jazmine relaxed a bit as she observed more people running for their lives.
Just as the air had been cleared, Shani came out of the lab, holding hands with the Walker sisters' grandmother. Hearing her panic in Spanish, Shani told her, "I'm sorry. I don't understand, but all I can say is you are safe and you can leave."
Isabella Perez exhaled, full of worried as she said, "You must not be here...too dangerous for you." Shani looked up at her sudden translation, then smiled at her in reassurance. "Please, don't worry about me. The most important thing is you're okay. Fae and Gabby will be so happy!"
Isabella looked confused at the English nickname her granddaughters had been known by. "Fae...and Gabby...?" she repeated. Before the timid foreign girl could explain, a scientist spotted her. "Aha! Got you now!" he called out to her.
Shani gasped at the sudden capture. "Leave! Now!" she told Isabella; not wanting the foreign woman to be taken yet again. Isabella was hesitant to leave Shani, but viewing the young girl's insistence, she quickly run out of the lab. Shani took off to the other direction, but not long before the scientist roughly grabbed her arm.
"You're not going anywhere! Let's see what's going to happen to you once the Wunclers finds out you're trespassing!" he threatened. Shani continuously hit and kick the man to break her free while she screamed at him in her language: a habit she's been doing for quite some time when she gets angry. The man dragged her to who knows where, ignoring her hits. Suddenly, a voice spoke up behind him.
"Let...her...go."
The scientist turned around, seeing Hiro pointing a gun at him. Before he could concede this situation, Shani harshly kicked him in the shin, causing him to let go of her. "AH! You little brat!"
Just when he was about to grab her once more, Hiro shot him in the leg, causing him to scream in pain; falling to the ground. Gasping uncontrollably, Shani run towards Hiro and hold onto him tightly; burying her head in his chest. The Japanese-American wrapped his arms around her, waiting for her to calm down. "It's okay. I won't let anybody hurt you," he promised.
The young boy spotted a couple of scientists coming towards the mulatto girl from behind. Hiro pointed his gun at the last tube as he yelled, "Jazmine! Hold your breath!"
He instantly pulled the trigger to the glass the teenage girl was going to aimed and smoke had been appeared. Holding their breath, Hiro and Shani looked towards the spot Jazmine was standing in while the foreign people begin to run, hoping the girl will make it through the smoke.
Fortunately, the mixed girl came running out of the smoke while she held her breath. As she run towards them, Hiro ordered, "That's everyone. We need to leave now!"
The Japanese-American grabbed both of the girls' hands as the three of them run out of the lab, leaving the mess they created in the room. Just as they left, Ed Wuncler I and Ed Wuncler II came in the lab, completely distraught at what they observed.
Noticing the younger Wuncler's incensed face, the scientists slowly backed away as Eddie screamed throughout the whole room, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"
While all of this was happening on the bottom levels, the top level was eerily quiet.
Fae and Gabby continued to stare at the man that was supposed to be their family while the Freemans try to take this new information in. "This man...is your uncle?" Granddad spoke in shock. Arturo shrugged his shoulders. "Funny how that goes, huh?" he said, "Art-Walk was actually short for Arturo Walker."
Noticing the silence from the two girls, he said, "What? No hug for your uncle?"
Fae slowly narrowed her eyes. "Uncle Arturo...I don't know how to ask this." "I do! What the hell is you doing up in this bitch?!" Gabby exclaimed. Arturo shook his head. "I should be asking you the same thing! What the hell are you two doing here?! How are you involved with all of this?"
Fae scowled. "The Freemans are our friends. We're saving them from the Wunclers," she explained. Arturo raised an eyebrow. "Wait...these people...are your friends...? You've gotta be kidding me." "Naw, man! We trying to help them out! What you trying to do up in here?" Gabby repeated.
The foreign mobster hesitated, as Huey challenged, "Tell them...or I will." Fae looked at Huey, then back at Arturo. "Tell us what?" she asked, a bit suspicious. Arturo took a deep breath. "It...ain't easy for me to say this," he admitted. Gabby stared at him confused. "Yo, Uncle Artie. What you mean? What's going on?" she asked. Observing the older man's expression, the older Walker shook her head. "No...don't tell me you're actually-" "Sorry, girls...but I'm working with the Wunclers," Arturo confessed.
Gabby looked distraught while Fae's scowl deepened. "Unbelievable..." she said, "Ten years. For over ten years, you haven't seen us in Maryland, but once you finally come back, you happen to be associates with the Wunclers...of all people!" "Faith, I never asked for this. I was just doing what I've always been doing. You wouldn't understand," Arturo reasoned, "I didn't want to hurt you two."
"You already have," Fae stated. "Dammit, Uncle Artie. We do understand where you coming from!" Gabby said, "We've been knew you is a notorious mobster in Italy. We wasn't that slow when we was little. It was pretty obvious!" "Look, I apologize you have to see me like this. I know I haven't been in contact with you two nor your parents, but-" "Our mom is dead." Arturo looked at the sisters' sorrow faces. "Yeah...so I've heard. I'm sorry I wasn't there when that happened. I didn't know," he apologized.
Gabby shook her head. "Yeah...you and our other family members didn't know," she said. "Girls, can we please talk about this somewhere else? If those Wunclers find you here, they'll kill you and I'm going to have to regret that until the day I die," Arturo told them. Fae scoffed. "As if we're afraid of the Wunclers. It's you that we have a problem with! You knew that they were after the Freemans and testing innocent people down there?" Fae inquired.
"I swear, I didn't know," Arturo insisted, "I'm just the person who just gave them drugs. I ain't got nothing to do with kidnapping people." "Then that means you didn't know that they kidnapped Abuela Isabella?" Fae informed him. "Girls, I-" Arturo paused at the sudden statement. "Hold up...did you just say Abuela Isabella? Mi mama is down there being tested by these freaks?!" he asked, getting angry.
Gabby crossed her arms. "All cuz of yo' wack ass associates you working with," she concluded. Arturo rubbed his temples in aggravation. "Why do I even bother? First, these white people forced me to come here. Then, they start bringing my products here in a dusty, old ass factory. Then, they're making this fucked up chemicals for no damn reason. Not to mention, kidnapping teenagers and an old man, bringing old ass people to beat up anybody for them, almost killing my nieces throughout this whole night, now all of a sudden, they brought my own mother into all this?"
Riley thought for a moment as he said, "It does sound fucked up now that you mention it." Arturo sighed, defeated. "You know what...fuck this. I'm done. I'm never working in this town again." He turned to look at Fae and Gabby. "If you want to free your friends, be my guest. I won't tell anybody if you won't," he promised. Gabby smiled while Fae continued to cut off Huey's ropes. "Ay, thanks Uncle Artie! Dad will be hyped once he knows you came back!" she said.
Arturo scoffed at that statement. "Sure. Once he hears about all this, Vince will be very ecstatic," he commented, sarcastically. As Fae continued to cut the ropes, she said, "Sooner or later, this will all be over and we never have to remember it."
"Haha! Yeah right, nigga!"
Everyone turned towards the entrance, seeing Stinkmeaner and The Hateocracy.
Stinkmeaner slammed the door shut, as he said, "Why y'all gotta leave so soon? We never had the decency of whooping yo' ass!"
How was it? I hope you like it, because another chapter will be more craziness...yet again! :D