Fan Fiction ❯ The Dwayne Wayne Chronicles ❯ The Dwayne Wayne Chronicles-Ch. 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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The Dwayne Wayne Chronicles-Ch.9

Creaig Dunton sat in his cluttered room, thinking about his life. His life had changed since he met Monica a couple of weeks ago. He would normally pine away for girls that he didn't have a chance of getting with. Since he'd hooked up with her, everything was better. His noise music was starting to catch on. The music was being played in prime time on a California radio station. PD and DP were considering signing him to a record deal. He didn't hate school as much. The damn freeloaders that lived with him along with his dad didn't annoy him that much either. He wished that they wouldn't eat so much and were a bit smarter. Creaig was surprised that they weren't on an episode of Jerry Springer. The 2 girls, aged 13 and 14 didn't go to school that much and the mom worked in a bar. The oldest girl was dating some dude that was 22 or something. Creaig knew that he was hitting that shit. Creaig smirked at the image of he and Dwayne kicking them out of the house and yelling "Trailer Trash!" at the top of their lungs. Creaig pulled on his black Whitehouse t-shirt, blue jeans, and black jacket. Creaig walked out of his room, went down the stairs and ran out of the house. Creaig closed the door and thought about some donuts at Dunkin Donuts. A day just wouldn't be complete without his sugar rush.

Johnny "Storm" Walker watched from inside his black Toyota Camry as Creaig got in his beat up beige car to go to Dunkin Donuts. Creaig drove off and Storm followed him. He had been watching Dwayne Wayne's friends for a week now and decided now was a good day for torture. His employer told him to kill Dwayne/Big Money and Tammy/Silk. She didn't say that he couldn't hurt their friends. He knew it would just be easier to kill those two and get out of town. However, it just wouldn't be fun if he just killed them immediately. He still had some business to take care of with Dwayne and Tammy's associates, PD and DP. Those two had fucked with him for the past couple of years, stopping him from killing some of his assigned targets. Storm smiled at the amount of money that was offered to him. The stupid bitch offered him 2 million dollars to kill those two. He could retire from the assassin/bounty hunting game with that kind of money. Of course, he wasn't sure that he wanted to retire. He was 30 years old and he'd been committing criminal acts since he was 11. Storm smiled as he thought about his first murder. It was a simple robbery on some old dude at his house. The old man tried to shoot him with his shotgun. It was unfortunate that he ended up dead on his back with three shots to the head. Storm smiled and said, "Today is going to be a good day."

Creaig went to Dunkin Donuts, got his donuts and drove to Monica's house. Monica liked to ride with him to school even though she could've used her car to get to school. Creaig stopped in front of the Johnson residence, a simple whitewashed house. Creaig smoothed his blond hair out, stepped out of the car and knocked on the door. Monica answered the door and kissed him softly on the cheek. The dup started walking to Creaig's car. Storm was parked behind a couple of cars. Storm stepped out of his car and said, "Excuse me."

Monica said, "Yes, sir?"

Storm sighed and replied, "My car is broken down. Can you and your friend help me?" Creaig looked at the blond-haired man with his all-black ensemble with slight distrust. Everybody knows that bad guys always wear black in the movies. Creaig chided himself, thinking that this was real life and that you shouldn't judge someone on clothing. He'd help this guy out and do his good deed for the month.

Creaig said, "Okay, I'll get my cell phone so you can call Triple A or something." Creaig went to his car to get the cell phone.

Storm replied, "Thank you."

Storm looked at Monica and thought that Creaig had good taste in women. She was looking fine in a white sweater, blue jeans, and black boots. He always liked the chicks that wore sweaters. It made it more interesting to unlock the girl's treasures. Monica definitely had a lot to offer with her tall and curvaceous frame. Storm pulled out a gun from his jacket and grabbed Monica, putting the gun to her head. She barely screamed before Storm pressed a pressure point on her neck. Monica crumpled in his arms in a state of unconsciousness. Creaig turned around and saw his girlfriend unconscious in the stranger's arms. Storm snarled, "I'll kill her if you come one step closer. Call your friend Dwayne." Creaig called his friend's number. He was worried that this maniac would kill her in front of him.

Dwayne groaned and answered the phone. The youngster grumbled, "Who is this? It's too early in the damn morning to be calling me."

Creaig's voice was strained as he said, "Hey, Dwayne. It's me."

Dwayne replied, "Hi, why are you calling me so early? I'm in my car on my way to school."

"Listen, someone wants to talk to you and I really think you should."

Dwayne replied with some unease, "Okay, put him on."

Storm grabbed the phone and said, "Hello, Mr. Wayne. My name is Johnny Walker. I have your friend Monica Johnson in my arms with a nice shiny 9mm pistol to her head. Your friend here has good taste."

Dwayne snarled, "What do you want?"

Storm smirked, "It's simple, you bring your lovely girlfriend Tammy, PD and DP over te the second apartment on Dorsett Avenue. I'll have your friends with me and we'll have a good old time until you guys show up."

"You don't have to bring them into this. If you want to fight me, we can do this right now."

Storm laughed sharply, "You're in no position to threaten me. Remember, 11:00 a.m. By the way, tell PD and DP I'm looking forward to seeing them again." Storm clicked off the phone. Dwayne's stomach sank as the phone went dead. First his grandma and now his friends were in danger. Dwayne smacked the steering wheel in anger as he called up Tammy to tell her the situation.

Storm looked at Monica with lust and said, "I'm going to enjoy this assignment." Creaig jumped out at Storm. Storm tossed Monica to the ground and shot him in the shoulder. Creaig winced in pain and fell down to the ground. Storm sneered and commented, "You shouldn't have done that." Storm pistol-whipped Creaig and he fell to the ground, unconscious. Storm picked Creaig up, opened the backseat to his car and threw him in the back. Storm went over and picked Monica up, putting her over his shoulder. Storm opened the passenger door and put her in the seat. Storm got in the driver's seat and drove off to his place.

PD, DP, Dwayne, and Tammy soon met up at the underground base at Pegasus Pavillion. Dwayne stood in front of PD and DP and said angrily, "This Johnny Walker dude is going to get fucked up for messing with my friends. He mentioned you two so I assume you guys have met before."

Tammy looked at the two men and asked, "What's wrong with you two? Both of you are shaking." PD grabbed a chair and threw it against Creeper's monitor. The chair crumpled and Creeper turned on. The computer asked, "What the fuck is going on?" PD glared at Creeper and Creeper turned himself off in fear. DP grabbed a pistol off the weapons rack and started shooting everything in sight except for Dwayne, Tammy, and DP. Dwayne looked at the duo in horror and yelled, "STOP IT!" PD and DP stopped wreaking havoc and looked at Dwayne and Tammy. Both were sweating profusely with effort. PD sighed and remarked, "Sorry, but this bitch has been a pain in out ass for a long time."

Tammy looked at the two businessmen in annoyance, "Destroying stuff isn't going to solve anything, now tell us who we're dealing with."

DP growled, "We're dealing with one of the most vicious bastard in the world."

PD chimed in, "Johnny "Storm" Walker is a bounty hunter and an assassin. He also does other illegal shit."

DP continued the tale; "We've stopped him from killing various world leaders over the years. The bastard has managed to kill other important people over the years. He's killed a British Prime Minister, an oil sheik, two Mexican presidents, and a couple of nuclear scientists."

PD said quietly, "I was in Brazil 3 years ago with a beautiful woman. She was smart, funny, and was beautiful. I knew that she was going to be my wife. Storm killed Gisele and left his name in her blood. He killed her to torture me." Tears spilled out from PD's eyes. Tammy walked over to PD and gave him a hug. Dwayne looked at PD with sadness in his eyes. He could understand how PD felt. DP remarked bitterly, "After he killed Gisele, he decided it would be a good idea to kill my girlfriend at the time Gisele." DP closed his eyes and crackling energy came forth from his hands. DP incinerated a table in anger.

PD composed himself, "I'm sorry about that. This man is an expert in martial arts, brawling, and has some ability in alchemy." DP growled, "Let's go already. I want to kill this bitch and be done with it." The quartet left the base, ready to eliminate the threat.

Storm backhanded Creaig in the face again. Creaig was tied up in a chair. Blood poured from the various wounds inflicted by Storm. Monica was lying on Storm's bed, still unconscious. Creaig croaked out, "I'm having a blast. Some guy kidnaps me and me girlfriend for no good reason."

Storm punched Creaig in the stomach. Creaig coughed and spat out some blood. The assassin smirked, "Oh, there's good reason for this, you fat fuck. I was hired by Jaci Valentine to kill Dwayne and Tammy."

Creaig responded, "Isn't she in jail."

Storm laughed, "Yeah, but you can't really shut down the mob. I wouldn't be surprised if she manages to get out of the prison she's in to reclaim her territory. Her dad isn't in the best of health in jail. Word is he's probably going to die in the next couple of days."

Creaig drawled, "So? Are you angling to be the next don or something?"

Storm kicked Creaig in the kidney. Creaig grunted as Storm continued his speech, "In any event, Ms. Valentine told me to kill Dwayne and Tammy. Did you know that your good friends are the infamous crime fighting duo Big Money and Silk?"

"You're joking, right? Big Money is like 6 feet and cut. Dwayne is 5"5 and moderately muscled. Tammy's too nice to be beating people down."

Storm punched him in the face and said quietly, "I don't joke about my work, Creaig. Besides, if I wasn't going to get 2 million to kill them I wouldn't step foot in this piss-ant town."

Creaig smirked despite his battered and bruised face, "I'm glad you're enjoying your stay in New Wales."

Storm backhanded Creaig in the face and remarked, "I'll enjoy New Wales a lot more in a minute."

Creaig asked, "What are you going to do?" Storm smiled and said, "You'll see." Storm turned Creaig around to face his girlfriend. Creaig saw that she was still unconscious. Despite the trouble they were in, he couldn't help but think that she looked peaceful on the bed. He was hoping that someone would save them from being killed. Storm had beaten the crap out of him and the bastard had no conscience about anything.

Storm walked over to Monica and woke her up, slapping her face lightly. Monica opened her eyes and groaned. Storm smiled, "Good morning, Ms. Johnson." Monica screeched, "What the fuck is going on here? My boyfriend is a bloody mess. Dammit, I'll kill you." Tammy swung a fist at Storm. Storm caught it easily and backhanded her in the face. Monica tumbled back down in the bed. Storm said easily, "C'mon, Monica. Just relax and you'll be okay." Monica tried to push herself off the bed, but her body wouldn't respond.

Storm commented idly, "You're going to be weak from the pressure point I hit earlier. You can't overpower me, so I'd suggest you just lay down."

Monica hissed angrily, "What do you want?"

"Simple, like I told your dumb ass boyfriend earlier my job is to kill Dwayne Wayne and Tammy Grabek. I'm getting paid 2 million for their deaths."

Monica scoffed, "Those two are normal people."

"That's what you think. Anyways, we still have an hour or so before they get here. I have a good idea to pass the time."

Monica drawled, "Is that right?"

A disturbingly sunny smile appeared on Storm's face as he said, "Sure, we're going to have hot passionate sex." Monica's stomach churned with bile at the thought of sex with this man. He wasn't ugly, but the problem was he was a bastard. Creaig strained against his bonds and yelled, "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

Storm snarled, "Shut up! You should be thankful I'm breaking her in for you. Besides, I'll kill him if you don't do it, Monica."

Monica remarked snidely, "This is how you get with all of your women, isn't it?"

Storm smirked, "You remind me of one of my former girlfriends. She has dark hair like you, talks shit like you and has a tight body like you."

Monica replied sarcastically, "Joy."

Storm backhanded Monica and said, "Don't take that tone with me, bitch! She and I were very happy. But she went on to work for the Golden Glocks and we drifted apart."

"I bet you drive all the women you meet to a life of crime to get away from you."

Storm shrugged and responded, "Whatever, take off your clothes or he dies."

Monica sullenly took off her sweater and pants. Storm took off his shirt and pants and threw them to the floor. Storm stood in front of her in a pair of boxers. Storm pulled off the boxers and was naked to his unwilling lover. Monica looked at his penis and drawled, "I'm surprised you even got a chance to have sex with that pencil you call a dick."

Storm punched Monica in the face and growled, "Bitch, I'm packing."

Creaig said, "You keep telling yourself that." Ticked now, Storm went over a grabbed a club from his dresser. Storm sneered and bashed Creaig in the head with the club. Creaig slumped over unconscious. Monica tried to run out of the room, but Storm grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Storm punched Monica in the face. Monica sobbed as Storm kissed her roughly on the lips. Monica bit his tongue and Storm again slapped Monica. Tears of pain fell from Monica's eyes as he took her bra off and mauled her breasts, sloppily tonguing them with his saliva and pinching them hard. Monica cried as Storm punched her again in the face. Storm hissed, "I wanted your boyfriend to watch, but I guess that wasn't to be." Monica cried as Storm pulled off her panties and roughly pushed himself into her depths. Storm grinned cruelly as he broke her hymen. Monica cried out in pain and Storm said, "Stop that crying now!" Monica continued to sob and Storm punched her again. The blows from Storm were starting to wear her down. Monica stopped crying, knowing that he would just continue to beat her and probably kill Creaig in the process. Time was endless as Storm degraded Monica in every position he could think of. Monica knew that she would never be the same again. Storm had taken her innocence away from her and nothing was going to change that. Storm pulled out of Monica and ejaculated his final orgasm on her stomach and breasts. Storm panted and said, "Suck it, whore!" Monica whimpered and Storm pulled her head to his penis. Monica sucked the rest of their combined fluids off his penis. Storm put on his boxers and pants and woke up Creaig. Creaig opened his eyes slowly and saw his girlfriend crying on the bed with blood on the sheets and semen on her breasts and stomach.

Storm smiled, "C'mon, she enjoyed every minute of it. She'll be experienced for you. Monica, get in the shower and clean yourself up. You have one of the best pussies I've ever fucked. I might come back to get you." Monica slowly got off the bed, grabbed her clothes and stumbled over to the bathroom. Monica closed the door. Creaig saw the empty look in Monica's brown eyes as she went into the bathroom. Creaig wanted to kill Storm. Nothing else mattered to him. Storm looked at the raw hatred in Creaig's blue eyes and remarked, "You hate me, don't you? Well, I live off the hatred of other people. My dad beat the shit out of my mom and me when I was little. When I turned 18, I killed my dad. I killed him with a machete, cutting off his arms, his legs, his dick, everything. Then I killed my mom a year later. She was glad that her husband was gone. However, she slowly lost her mind and pissed me off because of it. I had to put her out of her misery." Storm bent over to whisper in Creaig's ear, "I fucked her before I killed her, Creaig. Oh, that was sweet. To put my dick in the place that brought me into the world. I get goose bumps every time I think about it."

Creaig hissed, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The assassin replied, "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a perfectly well adjusted member of society." Storm looked at his watch and commented, "It's showtime. Hurry up in there, it's time to go." Monica came out of the shower with her clothes on and glared at Storm hatefully. Storm pressed a pressure point on Creaig's neck and he fell unconscious. Storm got a couple of guns and grenades and put them in his trenchcoat pockets. He pulled out one of his pistols, untied Creaig and slung him over his shoulder. Storm pointed the gun at Monica and said, "Go, slut." Monica walked ahead of Storm with a gun pointed at her back. The trio left the room in the building.

PD, DP, Big Money and Silk reached the rundown building on Dorsett Avenue. Storm was standing outside with Creaig over his back and Monica standing in front of him. DP saw the spark of life was gone from Monica and was incensed. He met Monica a week ago and saw that she was a happy individual without a care in the world. She reminded him a lot of Gisele. He made a note to himself that Storm would pay for what he's done. Silk saw Monica and her heart sank. Monica was one of her best friends and she didn't recognize the girl standing in front of them. She also looked at Creaig and bile rose in her threat at the beating he took from Storm. Creaig's face was battered and bloody. PD and Big Money were both thinking the same thing, to kill Storm. The four stepped out of their vehicles and walked toward Storm, Monica, and Creaig.

Big Money asked, "Is Creaig okay?"

Storm scoffed, "The bitch is still alive." Storm looked at PD and smirked, "Be a good boy and take him and his bitch away from here." PD picked up Creaig and led Monica to their car. He gently laid Creaig in the backseat and put Monica in the passenger seat. PD pressed a button above the CD player and a hologram of him appeared in the driver's seat. The car started and drove off to Pegasus Pavillion. Storm waved as the car the car went away, saying, "Monica can come back with me anytime."

PD snarled, "You sick son of a bitch." PD immediately blasted a Ghettoblaster at Storm. Storm dodged the energy attack and pulled his pistol out of his coat. Storm rolled on the ground and in a smooth motion, shot PD in his right leg. PD crumpled to the ground in pain, but he forced himself to get to his feet. DP shot a Ghettoblaster at Storm. The blast hit Storm and he fell to the ground. Silk turned her cane into a shotgun and tried to pump Storm full of lead. Storm rolled away from the bullets and stumbled into the building.

The quartet followed Storm into the building and didn't see him.

DP growled, "That bitch is around here. PD and I will go search the rooms to the left, you two go to the right." Big Money nodded and Silk said, "You guys be careful." PD grunted and went with DP to search the rooms.

Big Money said uneasily, "I don't like this."

Silk sighed, "I don't either, but they know what they're doing."

"Yeah, but those two aren't calm right now."

Silk walked to the hallway and replied, "True, but you weren't calm a month ago, were you?"

Big Money smiled grimly, "Point taken." Big Money followed Silk into the hallway.

PD kicks open a door and bellowed, "COME OUT, YOU FUCKER!" All he saw in front of him was cobwebs and old wooden boards. DP put his gun in front of him and opened another door a bit away from PD. An arrow flew at him, hitting DP in the stomach. DP fell to the floor, blood coating his lips. PD ran over to his friend. PD pulled the arrow out of DP's stomach. He took off his suit coat and ripped one of his shirtsleeves to make a tourniquet for DP's wound. He managed to stop the blood flow from the wound and felt for a pulse. DP's pulse was still there, but it was faint.

DP whispered, "Don't worry about me, go and kill Storm."

PD replied with tears in his eyes, "I can't leave you here."

DP hissed, "Damnit, go and do what needs to be done."

PD looked at DP and stated, "You better still be alive when I get back."

DP smiled slightly, "I will be, don't worry." PD reluctantly left him and went to check some more rooms. DP thought that he would have a hard time keeping his promise. He had a feeling that the arrow was tinged with some kind of poison that would kill him in a couple of hours. He closed his eyes and thought about his current girlfriend Leslie, his mom, dad and all of the places he'd been in the world. He always loved to visit Japan when the cherry blossoms were in bloom. For some reason, watching those flowers made him feel reborn. His mind turned toward his friend PD. PD was the best friend he'd ever had. PD was always there when he needed him. He didn't want to die yet; he still had so much left to do before his time came. Tears softly fell down his cheeks as he lay on the ground.

Silk yelled as an avalanche of old blocks crashed down a couple of feet away from her. She had barely managed to see the trap laid by storm. Big Money commented, "This bitch is making me feel like this is a fucked up mystery fun house."

Silk growled, "I'm definitely going to have fun taking his ass out."

Big Money replied grimly, "Okay, there are two doors left." Big Money picked up a big brick nearby and threw it at one door. The door crashed open and a gatling gun started shooting bullets at the spot Big Money was supposed to be standing in. The two walked past the gun and stood just beside the last door. Silk picked up a block and threw it at the door. The door crumbled open and a flamethrower blasted out a huge flame at the entrance to the door.

Silk remarked, "Damn."

Big Money smirked, "My trap was cooler."

Silk laughed slightly, "Shut up."

"Looks like nobody's home, Silk. He has to be down the other hall." A scream rang out and Big Money ran past Silk toward the scream. Silk followed at his heels.

Storm flew back against a wall. He had a big black eye over his right eye, his lips were puffy, his chest was bleeding from a gunshot wound and his leg was bleeding. PD was already limping from the bullet wound in his leg and was cut in the face. He was also bleeding from a bullet wound at his chest. Most men would be down on the ground, but both men were still on their feet due to sheer willpower and hatred. PD turned his gun into a sword and sliced Storm in his injured leg. Blood spurted from the wound as he fell to the ground. PD stumbled over to Storm and raised his sword in the air, looking to end it. Storm managed to kick PD in his injured leg and he fell to the ground. PD grimaced in pain as Storm crawled away. PD snarled, "Come back here and die."

Storm replied, "Not yet. Oh and did you know I fucked Gisele before I killed her."

PD yelled in rage, "FUCK YOU!"

PD crawled closer to Storm. Storm moved away from him and said, "Gisele is definitely in the top 5, although your young friend Monica has jumped ahead of her to number 4."

PD lunged at Storm, but Storm pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the stomach. PD's eyes widened in pain and disbelief as he fell back down with the knife in his stomach. Storm looked at PD and sneered, "You two could never compete with me when it counted."

Big Money stormed into the room and growled, "Come get some of me." Silk stood behind Big Money and called out, "Come on and fight us."

Storm said, "I would oblige you two, but I have to go." Big Money and Silk tried to get to Storm. Storm threw a grenade and smoke filled the room. Big Money and Silk coughed profusely. When the smoke cleared, Storm was gone. Big Money kicked a box in frustration.

Silk asked, "How did he get out of here?"

Big Money walked over to where Storm was lying earlier and he saw a trapdoor. Big Money groaned, "Here's how he got away. Is PD okay?" PD moaned and blood coated the knife. Silk pulled the knife out and replied quietly, "We have to get him out of here. I already had DP transported back to Pegasus Pavillion by Natasha."

Big Money replied, "Let's go." The duo dressed his wounds, left the building and put PD in Tammy's Porsche. Big Money and Silk got into the Porsche and drove to Pegasus Pavillion.

The duo reached Pegasus Pavillion and got him into the medical facility in the underground compound. Creaig was already standing there watching Big Money and Silk. Big Money asked Creeper, "How is Monica, PD, and DP doing?"

Creeper replied, "PD and DP both won't be in action for a while even with my capabilities and the healing deal from Natasha. The injuries suffered by those two were extensive. Storm just missed hitting PD in the heart with his bullet and the poison in DP's system nearly killed him. It was by the grace of God that Natasha got him here in time. Monica's injuries aren't that bad, but her problem is going to be more psychological."

Big Money sighed, "Thank you, Creeper."

Creaig looked at Big Money and Silk. Creaig asked quietly, "Is it true?"

Big Money replied, "What?"

Creaig growled, "You know what, just tell me are you Dwayne Wayne?"

Big Money sighed and replied, "Yes, I'm Dwayne and Tammy is Silk." Creaig walked up to Big Money and punched him in the face. Big Money fell to the floor and touched his lip. With a stunned look Big Money asked, "What was that for?"

Creaig looked at Big Money with some disdain, "Because of your secrets, my girlfriend doesn't want to come near me. I almost died today and I've got a feeling your guys couldn't take him out."

Silk said quietly, "Storm escaped, but we're sorry."

Creaig commented, "I'm keeping myself under control not to kill you. I might forgive you two, but right now I can't do it."

Big Money chimed in, "I know you're upset but hitting me isn't going to solve anything. I was afraid something like this would happen."

Creaig asked, "When your grandma had to go to hospital, that was due to one of your enemies, wasn't it?"

Big Money answered softly, "Yes."

Creaig said angrily, "You should have told me and Rob. Now that maniac Storm is going to go after Jessica and Rob. That dude doesn't play, man."

Silk sighed, "Well, do you want us to quit or something? We were chosen for this job. Believe me, it isn't as fun as the media portrays it to be. Sometimes, I wish my life was normal but it isn't going to be that way."

Creaig rubbed his temples, "I'm just so tired. My life was going so well. To my shock, my noise music is starting to get recognition across the country. I'm going to graduate eighth in our class. I was probably going to sign a record deal with PD and DP after graduation. Look at what's going on now. PD and DP are lying in there in serious condition and my girlfriend is scarred for life. When we left McDonald's last week, I thought we were going to take the next step in our relationship. I know we've only known each other for a couple of weeks, but it felt right. Monica means the world to me. Her parents came home and we had to stop. Now, that monster away her innocence and I couldn't do a thing to stop it. Who knows when or if our relationship will ever be normal again?"

Big Money said, "Your relationship with her won't be the same. I've seen how you two act around each other. Both of you can get through this. Just be there for her."

Creaig sighed, "Okay, I'm sorry I hit you earlier. But you two better take care of him or I'll do it myself."

Silk said, "We'll do it."

Creaig commented, "Now what?"

Big Money chimed in, "We have to tell Robert what's going on."

Creaig said, "I'll tell him tomorrow."

Silk said, "Thanks, Creaig."

Creaig commented, "I'll get Monica and I'll see you tomorrow at school." Big Money and Silk both nodded. Creaig got Monica and walked out of the mansion. Creaig picked up a cab and the duo got into the car and went home.

Big Money and Silk transformed back to Dwayne and Tammy. Dwayne lay on a couch and groaned.

Dwayne remarked, "Damn, this shit is getting harder. The only other time he's hit me was in 8th grade. It was the last day of school and I would usually get in his face, talking shit. We would slap hit and generally run around mindlessly. It was a strange way to start a friendship, but no one has said we were normal people. Anyways, he caught me in the stomach right in front of Ms. Weeks. Creaig ran away and I was curled up in the fetal position."

Tammy commented, "He had a strange way of showing friendship."

Dwayne smiled, "No big deal, I got up. I console myself by the fact that he would've got detention or worse if it would've happened earlier in the year. I almost lost four of my friends today." Dwayne sighed and continued, "It's been hard for me to make friends over my life. You know what I was like, still am to some extent. I went through life as a nerd, quiet and aloof. I remember when I was in second grade and I said that books were my best friends."

Tammy smiled, "Dwayne, you're never going to end up alone. You have Creaig, Rob, PD, DP, and me. You can't forget your grandmother or your mom. She is watching over you. It'll be okay."

Dwayne smiled and replied, "You're right. It will be okay." Tammy hugged Dwayne and thought that it was going to be hard to keep her promise to kill Storm. She knew that she was going to fulfill that promise or die trying.

Storm lay on a bed in his new headquarters, a spartan room near the New Wales riverbank. He managed to get into his car and drove to this place. Storm smiled slightly as he patched himself up. Storm had been stabbed in various places over the years and had been shot before. Sometimes he thought the human body had to have more than 12 liters available with all of the blood he's shed over the years. Storm said, "My good friends are probably dead right now. Even if they survive, they won't be bothering me for a while." Storm smiled and thought about how it would be nice to torture Dwayne's other friends Robert Benner and Jessica Griffin. He definitely liked what he saw of Jessica. She was one of those uptight Christian bitches who believed in waiting until marriage before having sex. Those were the best ones to fuck because the fear they exuded was delicious. Storm closed his eyes and he saw Monica's ass slapping against his nuts. He couldn't wait to get another shot at that tight ass. A beatific smile slipped onto his face as he fell asleep, erotic images (to him) flashing in his dreams.

End Chapter 9

Author's Notes

First off, I'd just like to say that I don't condone rape or incest. I really wanted to make Storm as much of a bastard as possible. I hope people did enjoy this chapter. The next chapter will involve Rob, Jessica, Black Prophet and his crew in a short role, and Black Rose will meet up with Storm.

Peace, love, and hair grease

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