January, Wednesday 13th. 32XX
Cyber City College Campus, Cyber City
Lunchtime
With the knowledge of the danger he's in, today's turning out to be an anxious one for Akira. With his watch still at the shop to be repaired, he's taken to checking the time on either the clocks hung on walls around the campus or his phone. That and looking over his shoulder every once in a while in case one of Anton's guys might try to jump him at the campus.
It was difficult to properly concentrate on his classes with the looming threat shrouding over him as though it's peering over his shoulder.
"Something wrong?" Fiona asked, approaching Akira. Having noticed his anxiousness.
"...I'd say nothing's wrong but you would only just see through it." Akira looks up at a clock on a nearby wall before sparing a glance to the vixen. "I'm looking at that clock and bracing for the worst. Wondering what's waiting out there the moment I leave the campus premises. Will it be more street thugs ready to clobber me to death..."
He returns his gaze back up to the clock; "Or is it just the anticipation that makes me believe something will happen but actually, it turns out to be nothing? Worries unfounded."
"Fear of the unknown… A common fear among those who are uncertain about their future or the world around them…"
"Or dying without ever knowing the full results of your efforts. Dying is easy but never seeing the effects of what you've done before it is a whole different story and the idea of your posthumous effects leading to misfortunes for the living after death is worse than knowing what they'll entail." Akira said to her. "Guess that's what being a mortal is about. Do your best and hope for the best."
Fiona nodded in agreement, then smiled. "Right on~"
She said this while holding her fist out to fist-bump with Akira. The wolf responded with a fist-bump of his own accompanied by a nod. Choosing to humour her there.
"...If the odds looks to be stacked against you, what would you do?" He turns his head to her.
"My personal belief is that if you're gonna go down, you go down swinging. Get as many of them on the way out as you can."
"Mmm. I suppose—"
"Akira. Fiona." The wolf was so focused on his current dilemma and Fiona picking up on his anxiousness that neither noticed Migu Veruca had came over to them til she spoke up. "How are you two doing today?"
Unlike the previous times she went to greet them at the campus, she was lacking the mean girl aura Akira had come to associate with her from their first meeting and she referred to him by his actual name instead of a derogatory nickname. The absence of a smirk is the most telling difference about her today.
"What do you want?" Fiona responded, giving Migu an accusatory look. "Can't you see the grown-ups are talking?"
"Discussing how you die without knowing if you made a positive or negative impact for others. As well as you saying to bring down as many of your enemies as you can on your way out. That's what you both were on about?"
"Cut to the chase Migu." Akira cuts in, not having the time for her games today. "Tell us what you came to us for."
"It's about Anton." Migu told the two. "Let's talk somewhere in private."
Fiona looked at Migu a moment as if questioning the lizard girl's sanity, then spoke after a long stretch of silence; "…I know a place."
The vixen would lead the other two to a storage room at the campus where no one else can bother or eavesdrop on them.
"...Here. Now, what is it about Anton you wanted to tell us?" Akira spoke up after they arrived at the room. He's willing enough to hear her out.
"The drugs his gang sells on the streets? He gets paid by the folks who made them and he pays them a cut of the earnings."
"Go on..."
"The extortions going on over in Geno City? The Mayor's in on the scheme to push his housing scheme while he discreetly pays him off to harass the businesses there that won't accept his offer til they go bankrupt." Migu told them. "He's why the police department hasn't looked into the ongoing extortion epidemic."
"How do I know you're not making this up?"
"Because of this." Migu takes out her phone and plays a recent recording she made. "I caught this just this morning when he was on the phone to him."
"...How soon you need my gang to put some more squeeze on the businesses of Soucie Street?" They'd hear Anton's unmistakable voice coming from it. Fiona listened closely to the recording, but found it hard to hide her disgust while Anton chatted away to Fumfer in the call.
Akira kept an impassive expression on as he listened to the four minute exchange. Now proven right in his view on Fumfer, he knows that with this evidence; the housing plan and the extortions are definitely linked without a doubt.
"...Right, right. I'll see to it then. Bye." The recording ends after Anton ends the call.
"That motherfucker..." Fiona said with a disgusted expression; "Both of them are bastards. Alright, we'll definitely put that to use. Is there anything else you got for us?"
"I know for a fact that Anton would tell Krouch about what his rivals gets up to and gives them up to him in exchange for his continued protection from prosecution." Migu told them. "Anyone who Anton views as a threat to him or his business are all given this treatment by him."
"Basically snitching on his rivals to keep a monopoly on crime. A faux pas in gang culture." Akira commented. "Just as I suspected and it'd make sense for Krouch to be making those arrests himself as they would help with his good PR by busting a bunch of high-profile criminals in the slums of Cyber City."
"Well, that practice of his is clearly coming to an end soon." Said Fiona, then looked to Migu. "So, why the change of heart?"
"Why? Because I want to see him get served a humble pie."
"What changed?" Akira questioned before adding; "You're wearing more makeup than usual."
And he was right. Migu was wearing more makeup than normal, being caked in it. Fiona noticed very quickly, having the experience to put the pieces together. "…He hit you, didn't he?"
"Why do you care? I'm giving you the dirt you want on him and you always wanted me to get clobbered!" Migu replied defensively.
Fiona shook her head. "If I beat you up right now, it'd leave a bad taste in my mouth. Look, I've been around girls who'd been knocked around and I can tell whenever they're trying to hide their bruises—"
"Well, you're not the one who has to see their own family slowly falling apart and seeing someone you look up to becoming a complete stranger to you!" Migu snaps at Fiona. "You never have to constantly try to prove your worth to your own mother and never be good enough for her tall expectations, have that one sibling who gets to be the designated punching bag of the family or be looked down upon as dirt trash by well-off snobs no matter where you go!"
As Akira listened to her emotionally-charged rant, he came to a realisation. This wasn't just a one incident breaking point. This is her years of bottled up frustrations unleashed and Fiona had just burst that dam open.
"You hated me from the moment we met and you damn well know it!" She went on, eyes starting to water. "I'm someone you wanted to see get put in her place because she's a mega-bitch incarnate, someone you'd take special joy in seeing them getting served by karma or be lying dead face down in a gutter because her big mouth had pissed off one too many people!"
"This is what you've been wanting; to see the smug look wiped off my face and me making an ass out of myself for being a royal bitch to you and him all this time!" The female lizard shrilled, looking up to the impassive Fiona as she drops down to her knees and voice cracking more by the minute. "Well? Where's the gloating you like to wax on me, huh? Say something... Say something, will ya? Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you!"
Migu then pathetically wails her fists at Fiona's torso, causing as much damage as a peeled banana against a human's flesh. "SAY SOMETHING FOR FUCK'S SAKE, SAY SOMETHING! SAY WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND ABOUT ME DAMN IT!"
Fiona was silent and impassive for what seemed like minutes as if waiting for Migu to calm down. Once Migu was slightly calmer, she spoke up; "…You're right… You were someone I had wanted to see put in their place but the way you are now… The way you've been put down… It's not the way I ever wanted… I wanted you to experience karma but not like this…"
She knelt down beside her and hugged her close, taking the lizard girl by surprise. "I want you to know I'm not just some gloating, self-important slut like you labeled me as… I'm someone who'll show empathy to others as a doctor, especially to those who have been through absolute hell…"
With just those words, tears poured from Migu and she soundly sobs into Fiona's shirt. She'd rather the vixen would just kick her while she's down rather than this. Fiona continued to comfort Migu, rubbing her back to sooth her as she cried. Doing so in an empathetic and kind way rather than a snarky and facetious way. In light of Migu's venting, Akira got an insight on the situation with her family and the disconnect from Anton's perspective to her's.
Just like the case with Tatiana Tiger and further adding onto the idea that the cognitive copies based on real people are how Anton views the people around him in his Palace which accounts for the more exaggerated personality traits encountered there. The female lizard would eventually calm down from her crying and was sniffling now. Letting off a few hiccups as the tear-stains reveals the bruise on her cheek from the night before.
"You're helping us because I'm associated with Manic, correct?" Akira would ask Migu.
"He's obsessed with*hic* him. Always has*hic* been from day one..." Migu told him. "It's why he targets*hic* the people on Soucie Street or you because*hic* he knows it'll get a rise out of him. He considers it his business to make him suffer whenever he can. That includes*hic* keeping Tatiana close to him even though he doesn't think much of her because he knows that's twisting the*hic* knife for him. It's why he hasn't sold her off to a brothel already according to him despite commenting that she's got the body for it."
"How old is she now?"
"Nineteen."
"Legal age. It would be easier for him to sell her off if he ever got bored of her…" Fiona then looked directly into Migu's eyes. "Migu, listen to me. If there's anything else you know about Anton even if it's the smallest, most venial crime or act; now's the time to tell us."
"Before you tell us more, I have one question." Akira asks Migu. "Manic used to have a friend from middle school. A friend that came out as trans and one that later took their life because of something he said. What did he say?"
Migu shuffles her feet uncomfortably upon hearing that question, indicating she knew exactly who he's referring to. "I-It's not what he said that made her took her own life... It's what he did to her before that which made her do it. He... He said if they're that confused, he'll help "fixed" them before he... He made the "fix" and said very vile things afterwards because they didn't respond well to his "fix". That's what I overheard him say to Hud when he asked him about it."
Akira's eyes widen. If Manic knew what Migu just told them, he'd have lost it on the implication of her statement.
"...W-When he made an apology to her family about what happened to her at the private funeral, his words were hollow and insincere. Only saying them to save face when he got into hot water over it." Migu added shakily. "I-I remember seeing him grinning to himself whenever her family left and uttering to himself that another one bites the dust for Manic..."
Fiona was silent but Akira could tell just by looking at her that she was trying her best not to lose her temper; her low opinions of the already insufferable leader of the Hooligans now went even lower in light of Migu's statement. "…Alright… Now, I'm pissed. This guy is gonna fucking pay…"
She then looked to Migu and added; "And you're gonna help us do it. No ifs, ands, or buts."
"If it means bringing his empire down to the ground, so be it but only because I want to get back at him."
"You do know this would have an effect on you and the rest of your family as well." Akira pointed out. "Your mother included."
"Mother's the reason we turned out the way we are. She only keeps my twin Tod around for his DLA money and could care less about what happens to him... Anything to humiliate her, I'll gladly provide..." The lizard replied darkly before leaving the storage room.
Fiona watched Migu leave, then looked to Akira. "Well, Akira. Whatever your plan is, I'd say now's a good time to start getting it ready."
"Fortunately, that's exactly what me and the others are going to do once I'm done here." Akira said in acknowledgement. "Thanks to a text I got, the Jebroni Gang were definitely hired by Anton to try to take me out and you as well. That... What we just learned today and among other things are all the more reason we're getting on it sooner than later."
"Then try and get it done soon. Don't keep me waiting. Believe me, I wanna see Anton go down as much as anyone does."
"With how my situation's looking right now, I've got no other choice." Akira said to her. "If what she says is true, then he needs to be stopped. We should be heading back to class and act like normal students up to nothing."
"Let's just keep a low profile for now until we're ready to pull the trigger."
Akira and Fiona would leave the storage room together. The wolf's anxiousness for what'll come next when he leaves the campus remains active but the act of kindness Fiona showed to Migu helped diffuse the tension just a little.
Gazebo Street, Geno City
Lunchtime
Little John got early in the morning and brought the four Persona's equipment on over to an alley where they'll pick them up later when Akira's out of college, discreetly hiding them somewhere only Manic would find. Making sure they're in a place that neither Esco's officers or the Hooligans would stumble upon.
He supports the four's Metaverse endeavours but had his own concerns for two of them: Akira and Manic. The brown hedgehog couldn't shake off the subtle sombreness that belies Akira's courageous demeanour, seeing it in his eyes.
Whatever had happened to him before coming to this city; it's been haunting him for years and the wolf had no plans of making much friends with college work being his priority til plans changed. He just hopes the wolf can pull through in the end.
Manic on the other hand is a different matter. Though he doesn't show it, he can sense the green hedgehog's determination to see this through and bring down Anton. That's a good motivation but he knows that revenge is something he's always wanted against the Hooligan leader ever since he had his life ruined at his hands a few years back and the Metaverse is the perfect tool for it.
He also knows that even without the revenge element, he would have still go after Anton in his adopted father's honour by toppling a criminal down from their throne of decadence. Always continuing to search for the one who killed his father in his personal spare time, hoping to find a name or identity attached to the gunman who shot Farrell in the head. Whatever Manic does in the Metaverse, he hopes he makes the right decisions that his friend won't regret in hindsight and he'll support him all the same.
Once he got the bags hidden away, he cautiously heads off on home back to the hideout.
Manic and Little John's Hideout, Geno City
Lunchtime
Two minutes after coming to the hideout and sitting down with Jean, Little John perked up when Manic got a text from Cortez.
Cortez: I'm down at Rockwell's. You got some time to spare before Akira gets out of the campus?
"Who's texting you now at this time?" Little John asks from the couch.
"Just Cortez. He wants to meet me at Rockwell's... Although, admittedly I'm kinda hesitant to go back there immediately after beating up some of Anton's thugs there... You... You think it's safe to do that?"
"Derek's got a gun and if it's something important, then you should go. Just don't let yourself get tailed." Little John replied. "You know where to look for those bags whenever evening rolls in."
"Yeah, I do..." Manic replied, sighing a moment, "Alright, I'll head out. Call or text me if something happens, the minute it happens."
"Stay safe." Little John tells him. Manic nodded, leaving the hideout while also keeping a low profile.
Hooligan's Hideout, Geno City
Lunchtime
Anton was sitting up in his office speaking to a few of his guys including his advisor when his phone buzzed. He took the call and answers it. "This better be important. I've got other matters that requires my attention, you know?"
He listened away to the speaker on the other end, hearing what they have to say. As the call went on, Anton's lips quirks into a shark-like grin with an accompanying dark glint in his eye before eventually ending the call and when he did so; he let off a dark cackle to himself.
Manic quickly hurried to Rockwell's, managing to make good time getting there, though still kept his head on a swivel while doing so. Cortez would emerge from the gent's before sitting with Manic over at a table; letting the hedgehog sit at a spot where he wouldn't be easily identified at a glance.
"Good of you to come over at this time." The badger said to him. "Johnny won't be in for a bit til evening as he's with Patty and Monica checking on Tod Veruca at the moment."
"I see. So, what's up? Something come up?"
"You know Marc, the leader of the Jebroni Gang?"
"Yeah. What about him?"
"Just heard word on the streets is that he's dead now or so I hear."
"Dead, huh? Well, that seems ominous..."
"He died while in police custody and the only fatality from his gang no less. Probably done so to stop him from outing Anton's involvement in the attack by my guess."
"Understandable. I've had this really bad feeling all day... Sounds pretty out-there, doesn't it?"
"You've said something about that yesterday too last time you were here..."
"...Coffee Jean?" Little John asks Jean from the hideout's kitchen.
"That would be nice, yes."
"Okay." Little John nodded as he works away in the kitchen. "One cup's on the way."
"Thanks." Jean said with a smile. "You and Manic have been so kind to me lately... I'm very grateful for it."
"You're family to the both of us, more so Manic's case." Little John turns to her. "As far as he's concerned, you're like a mother to him. He never knew his own mother other than the fact she had left him in a basket at the doorstep of a slum couple's house. You were close with Farrell beyond owing him for saving your life and you were the only person outside of his crew who believed he was framed for the drug possession charge."
Running a hand over his face. "You gave him a shoulder to cry on when you broke the news of Farrell's death to him."
"I suppose that made me feel guilty when I fell into that depression after I got framed myself... Anytime I took a hit of heroin, my guilt weighed down upon me even more because I had felt like I had failed Manic... And once the drugs kicked in, I... I felt... I felt nothing... Or at least, I felt like I didn't need to care or worry anymore... Like I could just lay about and not worry about the world around me... Lost in my own hazy illusion..."
"You and Manic were both screwed over by Anton and Krouch. They both crashed your lives and they both walked away from it scot-free." Little John gently assures her. "Even now, him getting awarded and praised by the folks over in Cyber City while living in a good house is still infuriating to this day. He got his undeserved reward for being a shitty just like Anton instead of getting their deserved comeuppance for what they've done. What happened with you is a prime example of what injustice looks like."
He sighs to himself. "Folks like him in the department are why we're not fond of the police ourselves. On the other hand, folks like you and Keilee show us that there's good people who are just trying to help protect and serve the public like they're supposed to instead of protecting their self-interests. It'd be easy to just say all people in uniform are corrupt scumbags and leave it at that but it'll be ignoring the shade of gray that exists too..."
The stout hedgehog then held a stern expression. "Me, Manic, Akira, Johnny and Cortez will do everything we can to get justice for you; even if it means putting ourselves at risk to see it done. We will bring them to justice one way or another because that's something which should have been done years ago. The Phantom Thieves of Hearts would have done the same if they existed today."
Jean nodded, giving Little John a smile. "Thanks, Little John and bless your heart. Manic's and Akira's too..."
"When your name gets cleared, Cyber City will recognise you as a true hero. Not Krouch who pretends to be one." Little John smiled back. "It'll be worth seeing that stuck-up ass in office get a metaphorical black eye from it when we bring Krouch's corruption to light. Igotta ask though and you don't have to answer it if it's too much of a sore spot for you but what exactly did you uncover about them in your investigation that made Krouch act against you the way he did? What was it that got them nervous about you poking around and why they haven't gotten rid of you? It's just that our investigations into Anton's activities made me think abo—"
He abruptly stops when he heard a bunch of footstep rapidly approaching the entrance before a gang of thugs suddenly bursts into the hideout. Ones belonging to the Hooligans.
"Get out of here, hurry!" Little John barks to Jean, tackling the first goon that got close as he wasn't left with any time to be able to alert Manic about the intrusion through his phone and he did it to allow the female skunk a chance to make her escape whenever he throws the first goon into his friends. "Run!"
Jean went wide-eyed with terror but nodded. The sudden appearance of the Hooligans at the hideout is a scary one for her.
"R-Right!" She quickly runs to escape through the back entrance to the hideout which led into the alley behind it.
Little John fought off the thugs that were intruding in the hideout and hoping she got away safely while he keeps them busy. With his sumo-training, he proved to be quite a fighter despite his stature and those who were calling him a chubby fatass before were eating their words now after they felt the impact of his physical prowess through his mobility.
When he saw Ryder and D. F among the invading party, he went one step beyond on them; remembering what they said about her through Akira's accounts. He dodges a punch from Ryder before delivering a firm and powerful kick to his gonads that resulted in an unpleasant fleshy sound to be heard before grabbing the electric kettle off the makeshift kitchen counter to strike him in the head with it.
As soon as D. F got near him, Little John struck him with a palm thrust to his face and dazed him for a moment. Allowing the stout hedgehog to pull on his tracksuit pants and boxer to see his junk... Before dumping all of the recently boiled hot water from the kettle right onto that area. D. F cried out in pain, his screaming echoing throughout the hideout.
"Shit, shit!" Ryder shouted, quickly drawing and deploying a collapsable baton and charging at Little John, aiming to strike him with it. Little John uses the emptied kettle to hit the baton out of Ryder's hand before grabbing him by the shirt and ramming him headfirst into D. F crotch to add further salt to his pain. Then smashes the kettle against them to knock both out which would make the item break in half afterwards.
He pulls out his phone and tries to hurriedly ring Manic to warn him when Hud Veruca calls out to him; "Ah ah ah. I wouldn't be doing that if I were you fatass..."
The brown hedgehog took on a look of horror when Mad Veruca brought in Jean from the same way she had escaped earlier and holding a switchblade to her throat. Two goons having her restrained by the arms.
"Especially with her life on the line..." Hud oiled smugly to Little John as he steps into his field of view, smirking proudly and real smug-looking with him having the upperhand. "Drop the phone or it'll be another funeral your boy Manic will have to attend."
Seeing no other option with her life on the line and the intruders having the upper hand here, Little John hesitantly puts down the phone.
"Kick the phone over to us." Hud ordered as the hedgehog kicks the phone over to him and the extremely smug lizard picks it up soon after. "That's a good boy."
"Let her go." Little John demanded. Hud wags his finger at him in a patronising manner.
"Now now... There's this thing called exchange." Hud said to him in a patronising tone like he's beneath him. "Exchange is what you do when you want something from someone and you have to trade something you have to get what they have, okay?"
Jean trembled and whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she paled with fright.
"...What do you want?" Little John growled. Not liking where this is going.
"We like to know where your friends are at." Hud replied, hands on his hips. "The odds are looking rather poor for you right now because of what happened yesterday but my brother's willing to spare you if you consider our offer."
"What offer?"
"In exchange for Manic as well as the evidence you have against my brother..." Hud gestures to a few thugs holding up the files Manic and Little John had compiled over the years in the Hooligans' seizure of anything valuable in the hideout. "We'll let bygones be bygones and a place with us where you could earn all the doughs and hoes you could ever want."
"Don't do it!" Jean exclaimed, begging him not to do it. "Please, you've worked so hard to gather that evidence... Don't let it go to waste—"
"Shut the fuck up cunt!" Hud went and punches Jean in the face. "Women like you have no say in this discussion!"
Jean yelped from the punch with the blow leaving her dazed for a moment while also bruising her left eye severely. She seethed a moment as her vision was blurry before refocusing again. Little John glares at Hud hatefully for striking Jean. "No Deal. I'm not giving them up for assholes like you."
"Fine..." Hud gets out a knuckleduster. "We'll just have to persuade you by other means then."
"How about you let her go and then I'll talk." The hedgehog tells him. "It's me you want."
"Mmm... Boys, let her go." Hud orders the thugs with the snap of his fingers. The goons holding Jean relented and lets go of her.
"Go." Little John tells her, knowing she doesn't want to abandon him to these no-good thugs. "Get out of here. Please."
"I... N-No, I..." Jean pleaded, tears in her eyes, "John, I can't leave you!"
"Jean... Don't make this any more difficult for me." Little John said, holding a grimace on his face. "Go."
Jean glanced at the Hooligans, then at Little John as if thinking a moment. She sighed, then ran off like she couldn't bear to see what would become of Little John.
"There. Now talk." Hud turns to Manic, the hedgehog now being restrained by some of his men and walked over to him. "Where is Manic?"
"He's... He's..." Little John started, looking down at the floor. "He's clapping some nice booty cheeks right now. Something you'll never get unless you liked to get pegged by your mommy instead."
The stout hedgehog had a cheeky grin on him while Hud was just about to blow a fuse in anger. Then the lizard took a deep breath and chuckles to himself, looking down at him. "Figures that you weren't going to talk with your irritating loyalty to him. Shame really, you could have been a useful as a bodyguard and you could have been with your other friends too."
"Friends? If they're choosing to stand by the likes of you and your brother despite knowing what scumbags you are..." Little John snarled, letting his disdain for them show. "Then they're no friends of mine. Just a pack of gutless cowards siding with the stronger pack for power and wealth. None of you had any honor in you to begin with!"
"If that's your final decision then..." Hud then glances to the entrance. "Bring her back in boys."
Little John bears his canine at Hud in anger as Jean was brought back into the hideout by BB. "You lying, cowardly bastard!"
"Compliments of my big brother." Hud smirks at Little John before punching him with his knuckle duster. "Francis, Grant... He's all yours."
"Thanks." Francis beamed as he and Grant proceeds to start beating on the brown hedgehog. "It's karma time bitch!"
"This is what you get for messing with the natural order of things!" Grant added. "This is payback for yesterday and we're putting you a fat bastard like you in your place for getting too confident!"
Hud turns to BB holding Jean. "Take her to the couch and hold her down there face down, ass up. Some of you here give him a hand."
"You got it boss." BB said with a grin as he dragged Jean over to the couch to do so while some of the others helped him out.
"Stop, please!" Jeans screams but even she wasn't strong enough against the number of gang members holding her down in that position. Forced into a sex position against her will.
"Let Mad have a go with her first." Hud ordered as Mad hops onto the couch behind the ex-cop while Little John's efforts to try to rescue her were denied by Francis and Grant. "He's in need of some good release today."
"Hehehe..." A drooling Mad rips open Jean's leg-wear like a predator getting at their prey til he sees her exposed privates with his drooling saliva getting onto her and lecherously looking her over while getting very aroused at his helpless victim. "I looove me a good woman in a police uniform. Shame you're not dressed in one~"
"No... No, please..." Jean pleaded, fearful of what was coming up next and knowing of Mad's horrific treatment of women. "Please, just let me go... I'll stop investigating, I promise..."
"Heh. As if." BB said with a wicked smirk, smacking one of her cheeks and forcefully holding her tail up. "We don't like coppers very much and we like snoopy coppers like you even less. You were fucked the minute you starting snooping around against us and now you're about to be literally fucked~"
"Alright boys. Hold him and make Large John watch." Hud ordered Francis and Grant to hold Little John up before forcing him into watching what they'll going to do to Jean. Hud looked to Mad, nodding and grinning to him with a rancour laugh. "Go for that ass bro. Raw-dog that skank nice and good!"
"Jean~" Mad's grin grew wider, deranged and sordid; enabled by his peers as equally wretched as him. "Here comes the Love Train~"
"JEAN!" Little John cried out in unabashed horror with tears in his eyes, forced to be a witness to the Hooligans' depravity while unable to stop them from carrying it out...
To Be Continued...