part one here
the cold night outside the baithouse reveiled dim lights comming from inside.
as he listened intently to dustinz story, more was revieled,
' when i woke up, the lights were all smashed throughout the house there was blood on the door and the words WEVE GOT YOU all across the walls'
i managed to get out safely, but it was a long trip to help without anything to travel by i had to walk, it was snowing and all i had was a bottle of jack. she said.
it kept me going, but who took cl? who could have done such a thing she moaned weakly.
he new nothing of what to do except to make sure she had a good nights sleep, he grabbed some blankets from the upstairs rooms, and made her a bed on the couch, he turned on the heater and watched her fall asleep. as soon as she began to breathe more heavily he picked up the phone and called Broken to tell him they wouldnt be opening today, she would have to stay here until the weather had changed for the better, this must be kept a secret he thought.
it rang twice before broken answered the phone.
yuck? what the FUCK DO YOU WANT AT THIS TIME 'O NIIIIIIGHT
he explained his story.
it took broken a while to respond, 'okay only because shes a mod, use my superduperultramegamod ring under the bar to bulletproof the shop'
he hung up.
yuck did as he was told then settled down with some jack and coke, although it was 4:30 in the morning, he needed it.
EDIT: by 6:30 the drunken yells from outside began to fester....drunken members wanting in, they pounded on the windows and doors, in confusion not knowing what was going on.
yuck wasnt in the mood today, he imediately reached behind the counter and pulled out brokens dusty shotgun. he flung open the door, there stood, mr newbie, descent and i take offence, with 3 quick fires they all lay in a crumpled heap on the door step. But it wasnt over, in the corner of his eye, there stood a leering shadow making his way towards him,
he wasnt in the mood for questions so e fired two shots. one to the stomach and one to the head.
oh shit
there laying a bloody mess was the now late broinwashmonkey...an accidental shot and he had taken out the wrong number, in his hand was a shiny meat cleaver. he wondered why bwm would try to kill him..... he hadnt realised at the time of the shot that he had a knife, but it was lucky he did shoot. S.C.U.M. wasnt going to be happy that hed just killed one of their producers.
he locked the door and stayed inside, leaned the shotgun on the desk by the door and continued to wait for broken......about an hour later his phone went off, it was a sms from max power and it said: yuck, ive just seen havok and hes in a rage, him and his scum buddies are heading for the baithouse, looking for revenge, they already dislike you, dont get in their way im comming to try and stop this problem.
he stood there frozen, havok was a mod and could open the doors to any place in wtf. Broken wouldnt be there for another hour and max power wouldn't get here before them, he had no chance against the whole of S.C.U.M. he wrote a note to them and left it on the counter, it read:
you foolish scummy bastards, i killed your precious bwm, you wont find me here but i invite you to stick around and see what happens
he heard something hard hit the door, he had to get out, he sprinted or the back door and launched himself out into the cold, there were no means of escape except and old quad with barely any fuel. it would get him about 2 miles away, thats all he needed. he jumped on and roared away, they've alreadly entered the baithouse he thought, and sure enough as he began to turn the first corner the back door burst open and there stood havok, an expression of incredible anger on his face......
the cold night outside the baithouse reveiled dim lights comming from inside.
as he listened intently to dustinz story, more was revieled,
' when i woke up, the lights were all smashed throughout the house there was blood on the door and the words WEVE GOT YOU all across the walls'
i managed to get out safely, but it was a long trip to help without anything to travel by i had to walk, it was snowing and all i had was a bottle of jack. she said.
it kept me going, but who took cl? who could have done such a thing she moaned weakly.
he new nothing of what to do except to make sure she had a good nights sleep, he grabbed some blankets from the upstairs rooms, and made her a bed on the couch, he turned on the heater and watched her fall asleep. as soon as she began to breathe more heavily he picked up the phone and called Broken to tell him they wouldnt be opening today, she would have to stay here until the weather had changed for the better, this must be kept a secret he thought.
it rang twice before broken answered the phone.
yuck? what the FUCK DO YOU WANT AT THIS TIME 'O NIIIIIIGHT
he explained his story.
it took broken a while to respond, 'okay only because shes a mod, use my superduperultramegamod ring under the bar to bulletproof the shop'
he hung up.
yuck did as he was told then settled down with some jack and coke, although it was 4:30 in the morning, he needed it.
EDIT: by 6:30 the drunken yells from outside began to fester....drunken members wanting in, they pounded on the windows and doors, in confusion not knowing what was going on.
yuck wasnt in the mood today, he imediately reached behind the counter and pulled out brokens dusty shotgun. he flung open the door, there stood, mr newbie, descent and i take offence, with 3 quick fires they all lay in a crumpled heap on the door step. But it wasnt over, in the corner of his eye, there stood a leering shadow making his way towards him,
he wasnt in the mood for questions so e fired two shots. one to the stomach and one to the head.
oh shit
there laying a bloody mess was the now late broinwashmonkey...an accidental shot and he had taken out the wrong number, in his hand was a shiny meat cleaver. he wondered why bwm would try to kill him..... he hadnt realised at the time of the shot that he had a knife, but it was lucky he did shoot. S.C.U.M. wasnt going to be happy that hed just killed one of their producers.
he locked the door and stayed inside, leaned the shotgun on the desk by the door and continued to wait for broken......about an hour later his phone went off, it was a sms from max power and it said: yuck, ive just seen havok and hes in a rage, him and his scum buddies are heading for the baithouse, looking for revenge, they already dislike you, dont get in their way im comming to try and stop this problem.
he stood there frozen, havok was a mod and could open the doors to any place in wtf. Broken wouldnt be there for another hour and max power wouldn't get here before them, he had no chance against the whole of S.C.U.M. he wrote a note to them and left it on the counter, it read:
you foolish scummy bastards, i killed your precious bwm, you wont find me here but i invite you to stick around and see what happens
he heard something hard hit the door, he had to get out, he sprinted or the back door and launched himself out into the cold, there were no means of escape except and old quad with barely any fuel. it would get him about 2 miles away, thats all he needed. he jumped on and roared away, they've alreadly entered the baithouse he thought, and sure enough as he began to turn the first corner the back door burst open and there stood havok, an expression of incredible anger on his face......
