Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 28. Showdown ( Chapter 28 )

Still unaware of exactly why he had been called in, Shane found the front door unlocked and stepped right in. Tony hadn't really sounded as thought he were panicked by anything, so it couldn't have been the big of a deal. Then again, Tony was probably very relaxed when he called, judging by the activity he had been performing at the time. Shane could hardly believe that Tony was shameless enough to talk to someone on the phone while doing it, that just wasn't the type of person he was. Then again, maybe Nathan was changing him, Shane couldn't decide whether he liked the changes or not.

 

Tony was just coming down the stairs, buttoning his pale pink shirt as he skipped steps. He wore a cocky smile, loving the way Shane had so obviously not been amused by the manner of his phone call.

 

“Hey, glad you could make it,” His hair was sweaty and he just looked dirty, Shane just glared. “Marty says we're gonna have a final showdown with Randy's cunts for custody of Mr. Arazel, we're gonna kick their asses,” He stated proudly. Shane wrinkled his nose, he didn't like that word, it was the only word he couldn't stand, he just didn't like the image it put in his head every time it was said. But wait… a showdown?

 

“Custody of who?” Shane raised an eyebrow. The name `Arazel' wasn't familiar to him.

 

“My boyfriend, that's his last name,” Tony smiled, once again, proudly.

 

“You mean your voluntary pedophilic sex doll?” Derek stepped into the same hallway, grinning as he cocked his gun. “Honestly, he doesn't ever leave your bedroom, or bed for that matter,” He said. This was mostly true, but Shane didn't give a shit anyway, he just wanted to hear more about this `showdown' business.

 

“Only `cause Marty's a dick,” Tony glared defensively.

 

“Well thank you Tony, I'm flattered,” The sarcasm was apparent as Marty came into the room, tucking his own gun in the back of his pants. “Shane, you're gonna need a gun or something, otherwise you're good as dead,” He changed the subject. Shane just stood with an asking expression, he didn't want a gun, he didn't want to shoot anything. In fact, originally him being there had been a mistake, he wanted to go home and fuck around with Jason all day, figuratively speaking.

 

“I'll get Tom's old one, I don't think Lily would've taken it,” With that, Derek was up the stairs. Tony groaned for reasons only he knew and then stomped into the kitchen. Shane watched him, glaring, all of the sudden he was acting like a child who hadn't gotten his cookies, and for what, who knew?

 

“Tony hates these types of things,” Oh, apparently Marty knew. “He tries to like `em but he's not really a killer, neither is Derek, and neither is Don… dunno about you. But this is why I'm concerned about how long we're gonna last,” Marty sighed. “None of us are really cut out for this `cept me, maybe you, after all you didn't hesitate to hit me on the head with that candlestick,” He chuckled under his breath. “But anyway, Randy could be here any minute, so I guess it doesn't matter right now.”

 

“Well, I don't want to disappoint you but I don't see myself as a killer, really, at all,” Shane stuttered. Definitely not a killer, he may have been a lot of things, a lot of negative things, but a killer wasn't one of them.

 

“Neither did I,” Marty shrugged suggestively. Shane just rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Derek who was hopping down the stairs.

He wasn't a killer.

 

“By the way, just in case we all die horrible deaths today…” Marty was standing at the edge of the hall, about to go in the next room. “I knew you were one of Derek's whores as soon as I saw you, I'm not a moron,” He smiled and waved and then was out of site. Shane pouted at the spot where Marty had been, but no longer was, this upset him for some reason. Derek didn't seem to give a shit, and just shrugged it off, sticking the handle of the gun in Shane's face for him to take it.

 

“You know how to use that right?” Derek asked.

 

“Yeah,” Shane said, uninterested. He'd never really used this type of gun, but he'd seen enough movies, and he'd used a rifle in the war.

 

“Aright, good,” Derek smacked his ass. Shane gave him a daring look, Derek just grinned wider. “Just in case we all die horrible deaths today…” and then Derek's lips were on his. Shane didn't have time to push him away because he didn't linger very long. “Now I have to do that to everyone else in this house, `cept Don, he's ugly,” Derek sung as he walked into the kitchen. Shane thought vaguely about warning Tony but instead he just stood against the wall silently, not even bothering to wipe the Derek spit off his mouth. Only a few moments later there was a loud “Eew what the fuck!” from Tony in the kitchen. Derek looked victorious as he stepped back into the hallway, licking his lips and heading for the living room where Marty was.

 

“Derek,” Marty said as soon as Derek came into the room. “I want you to…” Marty couldn't finish because all of the sudden Derek was kissing him. “The fuck…?” Marty said calmly, stepping back. Derek just gave him a goofy smile and shrugged. “Yeah… I want you to go upstairs and watch for them, when they get here, stomp,” He said.

 

“Fine, I was just gonna confess my undying love for you but I'll go play look out instead,” Derek scoffed sarcastically.

 

“Good boy,” Marty shooed him. Derek continued to glare at the floor as he left, all he wanted was to freak the guy out, Marty was impossible to freak out. Shane was still in the hall way, leaning against the wall, thinking over what he was about to do. He didn't acknowledge Derek as he walked by, as Derek hardly looked at him before going out the front door.

 

“Tony, you stay in the kitchen,” Marty came out of the living room and grabbed Shane's arm. “Shane, I want you right here when they get here,” Marty placed Shane right around a corner from the door. “Just tell me if you hear them start coming this way, but what ever you do, don't shoot Randy if he comes by,” He said.

 

“Why not?” Shane asked, otherwise being obedient.

 

“Because that's my job,” Marty replied simply and then he was back in the living room. Shane sighed, finding the whole thing rather silly, but then again, killing people was never really something considerably silly. More like insane.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The knowledge of pulling into that driveway gave Paine a sick feeling in his gut. He was hoping the car ride would last forever so he wouldn't have to go through this, but now they were there and his mind was just screaming I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Over and over again. He'd always been somewhat paranoid, but now that he was facing a life and death situation it was ten times worse. And what made the whole idea even more unbearable was that Randy seemed so content, so willing, Paine was going to throw up.

 

“Here we go,” Randy said and then opened his car door, making a mental note of the fact that the car was not in the driveway. However, he wasn't going to take any chances by assuming they weren't home. Paine stayed in the car for as long as he possibly could without being noticed, and then finally, once everyone else was out, he got out as well.

 

“Everyone be quiet, if we don't take them by surprise we have no chance at all,” Randy made that announcement in a whisper and then slowly reached for the doorknob. It was unlocked, Marty had probably done that on purpose just to show off his cocky confidence, Randy snickered. He came into the house in complete silence, followed by the others who kept quiet as well. They were all ready with loaded guns, ready to shoot anything that moved. Paine could only think about how much he hated this bullshit, Marty had always been an okay guy to him, after all they were cousins. None of this made sense to him and he hated it, hated Randy for it, but he kept that to himself, as always.

 

Randy made signs that told Jade and Roy to go upstairs and another that told Paine to come with him. He was immediately obeyed and the other two went up the stairs as He and Paine slowly crept down the hall. It really did look empty, maybe Marty had gone back on the decision, but he hardly saw that happening. Marty loved this kind of shit; no way he would leave his house unguarded just to avoid it.

 

 

 

 

 

Shane heard them coming all right, straight towards where he was, and in a bit of a panic he hurried into the living room to tell Marty, who was behind one of the couches. He didn't use words, he just nodded, hoping Marty would get the picture and he did. He then motioned Shane to sit next to him.

 

“Where the hell is Derek!” Marty whispered in a barely audible (even to Shane) but obviously angry voice. “He was supposed to give a signal when they showed up!” Shane stared at him letting the situation register for a moment. Oh that's right, he saw Derek leave right before Randy showed up, he hadn't really thought about that when it happened.

 

“He left,” Shane replied bluntly.

 

“What!” Marty was still whispering, but in a way it seemed like he was trying to yell, how the hell does that work? “Fucking prick, I'm gonna kill him,” He grumbled. Before he could say anything there was a loud gunshot and the vase right beside Marty's head shattered.

 

“Fuck!” He yelled, moving away. “This is not what I had fucking planned!” He was behind a couch… a fabric couch and Randy knew he was there. How the hell do you shoot someone who's only ten feet away from behind a couch without getting shot yourself? Shoot without looking and hope you don't miss, that's how, but that's fucking stupid.

 

“I'd hope so,” Randy's voice reached his ears and Marty let out a low growl, Shane just sat idly, hoping Marty would tell him what to do. “Because if this was how you planned to beat me then I was giving you way too much credit when I said you have the IQ of a Shih Tzu,” Another shot went off and this one hit the picture on the wall behind them, causing it to crash to the floor. Now Randy was just teasing them with his shooting skills, he probably could've killed them both at any time.

 

“Show off,” Marty mumbled. Then again, he supposed it was a good thing that Randy was taking his good old time, because Tony would be coming around to save the day any minute, hopefully.

 

As soon as Tony heard the guns go off he started into the hallway. He could see Paine and Randy, Randy in the front facing away from him. He grinned at the way Paine was just standing there silently; this was going to be way too easy. Keeping low he snuck up behind his target with a towel in one hand, knife in the other. As soon as the second shot went off Tony put the towel over Paine's mouth and the knife to his throat so he wouldn't dare make any noise. Paine looked horrified and froze, not even having enough time to gasp before he was being pulled backward. Tony shushed him once they were far away and then shoved him into the bathroom.

 

“If you make any noise what so ever I'll come back here and kill you,” Tony said firmly, yet he was whispering. He then shut the door and grinned widely, feeling like such a badass. Paine decided to shut up, he wasn't about to risk his own life for this bullshit, and he felt safe locked in the bathroom. He had it made, if Marty's side won, he could just join them, and if Randy's side won, he'd just say he got locked up and threatened. And yet all he had to do was sit there and wait, thank you Tony!

 

 

 

 

“So who's all back there with ya?” Randy stepped into the living room, ignoring, or not even noticing the fact that Paine was no longer behind him. “Tony, Derek?” Randy suggested just a few random names as he walked slowly in. In truth he didn't know if his bullets would go through the couch at the distance and it didn't seem to be hurting anything to get closer, Marty and whoever were just sitting back there.

 

 

 

 

Shane was fixed on finding a way out of this, looking around for anything that could help, the TV was there, the fireplace, and there was a space between the second couch and the wall only accessible by crawling under a table. That's it! Shane signaled Marty to be quiet as he slowly made his way over to the table. Marty watched him curiously, realizing what he was doing almost immediately. The space between the couch and the wall kept him out of site, and lead straight to the doorway, it could work, and Randy would never even know.

 

Shane knew he had to be quick, and once he'd snaked under the table and was behind the other couch, it got easier. He crawled on his feet and hands, holding his gun in one of them, keeping as silent as possible.

 

“Damn, are you just gonna sit back there, this is way too easy,” Randy started walking a little faster, getting somewhat suspicious. Finally he was right next to the couch that Marty was behind, and was just about to press the gun to the cushion and shoot. But he heard something, the sound of papers falling off a desk. He whipped around immediately to see Shane, who had knocked a stack of blank notebook paper off a desk, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

 

Marty mumbled the word “moron” under his breath.

They both raised their guns at the same time, but only one shot went off. Shane was hit in his lower chest before he even got a chance to aim. As soon as Marty heard it he pounced, flying over the back of the couch and tackling Randy to the ground. Taken by surprise, the gun flew out of Randy's hand and hit the wall. Marty had him pinned to the ground with his own gun in his hand, trying to point it at his cousin's face but Randy had a hold on it and was pushing the mouth away.

 

“Shit,” Randy cringed, realizing his was losing as the gun got closer and closer to his face. How, he didn't know, he'd always been stronger, but in this case Marty had the advantage, a better grip on the weapon. In desperation he through the other man off of him and against the wall, and then scrambled to his feet to get his own gun. Marty's gun slipped from his hand and hit the wall perpendicular to the one he fell against. He looked at Randy who was after his own gun and decided he didn't have time to get it. He shot up to his feet and took a poorly planned leap forward, landing on Randy's half-standing back. Randy collapsed onto his stomach and flailed beneath the other man. His hand was inches from the gun, but Marty was pulling him back… if he could just reach it…

 

“Son of a…” he was suddenly yanked back and flipped onto his back. “Bitch!” Marty screamed, punching him in the face as hard as he could, over and over again. Randy let out painful cries and tried to cover his face, but Marty just punched his hands, which hit his face. There was nothing he could do, Marty was pissed, and he was losing consciousness with every blow. Finally the punching stopped, but instead he felt wet… wetness on his lips. At first, with his eyes sealed shut, one of which swollen that way, he didn't know what it was. But the feeling became familiar and he realized… Marty was kissing him! His cousin, his own cousin had just kicked the shit out of him and now he was kissing him… and now his tongue was in his mouth! Randy wanted to curse or scream, but he couldn't do anything, all he could do was lie there.

 

Then it was over. Marty had stabbed him straight in the forehead with a pocketknife and it was over. Marty stared down at the man below him in pure hatred as the blood gushed out around the blade and dripped down his face. Just for his own fucking enjoyment Marty ripped the blade out of the dead man's head and slit his throat as well.

 

“That's for Tom, asshole,” He growled. Then he was on his feet, quite aware that it wasn't over. He looked at Shane a moment in pity, he was just lying there, lifeless, it didn't take much for Marty to decide he was dead. He sighed and picked up Randy's gun, which was conveniently near by. He shot Randy in he head, right next to where he'd stabbed him.

 

“And that's for Shane,” He shrugged.

 

“You bastard!” There was a female voice from the doorway and his head snapped up. “Put the gun down, put the fucking gun down or I'll shoot you myself,” She stepped into the room. Marty swallowed and raised his hands, bending down slowly to assure that he was going to listen. He didn't care anymore, not that much, Randy was dead, Shane was dead, and now, that was it. Jade stepped into the room, ignoring the dead Shane on floor and simply stepping over his legs. She was completely dumbfounded when she tripped, the gun going off and hitting nothing but the wall as she fell flat on her face. Marty was a little shocked as well but had his gun on her in a moment, before she even had time to realize what had happened.

 

Shane lifted his head slowly, and in pain as he observed the scene before him. Exactly how he had hoped it would happen, starting from the time he decided to continue playing dead and trip her, that is.

 

“You shit, you're alive!” Marty exclaimed with a silly grin. Shane nodded, he may have been alive but he felt like dying, felt like he was going to die.

 

“I think you're buddy forgot where the heart is,” He groaned. “And that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” He chuckled, referring to the kiss followed by the stab/slit/shoot.

 

“I thank you,” Marty said. “We're gonna have to get you to a hospital soon,” He said on a more serious note. Jade was lying on the floor, staring at it, hating her current position and knowing there was nothing she could do about it.

 

“What about her?” Shane asked, trying his best to sit up.

 

“Oh,” Marty looked down a moment at his older sister and then shot. Shane would've jumped out of his pants had he not been unable to move when he saw the bullet hit her back.

 

“Holy shit, why'd you do that!” He said in the most surprised voice he could.

 

“Because…” Marty grinned at him throwing the gun away. “She's a pain in the ass,” He then stepped over Jade's body and to Shane.

 

“You didn't have to shoot her,” Shane scoffed.

 

“To late now,” Just after that Tony came into the room with Nathan by his side. He was about to gloat about his victory on the second floor, shooting Roy in the leg and locking him in the bathroom as well, but seeing Shane lying there he completely forgot about the whole incident. He hurried beside his friend and kneeled, looking down at him and pushing his hair out of his face.

 

“Oh god Shane, are you okay!” He looked over dramatically horrified.

 

“Dunno,” Shane replied simply.

 

“We're going to the hospital, now,” Marty stated for the second time. There were no objections and Shane was limped to the front door, Tony holding him up on one side and Marty on the other. Nate was following close behind, just watching with a worried look on his face.

 

“Where are those other three? Where's Don?” Marty questioned before they reached the door.

 

“Don's dead…” Tony's voice trailed off. “Jade shot him just before she came down here. Paine and Roy are locked in the bathroom, heh, I don't think we should kill `em they've been good boys,” He said. Marty considered what Tony had said, even though he knew he was just being the saint that didn't want anyone else to die. “I don't think Jimmy came,” Tony finished. Just then the front door swung open and in came Derek with a bag of Taco Bell in his hand.

 

“Ha, I'm a dick,” He started laughing when he saw an injured Shane and two other angry faces. “I brought you guys some food, figured you'd be hungry and shit after shootin' peeps,” He took a bite out of his own soft taco.

 

“If I wasn't in a hurry I'd kill you, Don is dead thanks to you!” Marty pushed past him, ignoring the food. “If you would have been up there instead of shopping you'd be dead instead!” He yelled back as he continued to the car with Shane.

 

“You'd like that wouldn't you!” Derek scoffed and then turned to Nathan when he didn't reply. Nathan just stared at him blankly, hoping he wouldn't try to speak to him.

 

“Bite?” He held out his half eaten taco to Nate. Nate wrinkled his nose at it and rushed out to Tony. Derek shrugged, watching Marty come back toward the door as Tony helped Shane into the back seat of the car.

 

“I need you to call Jason Canton and tell him to get his ass to the clinic because I'm pretty sure Shane's gonna wanna see him, Tony should have his number. I'm driving Shane there, make sure Paine and Roy don't get out of the bathroom until I get back, then I'll decide what to do with `em,” Marty said. Derek simply nodded and shrugged, taking another bite of the soft taco.

 

“Next time you pull some shit like this, runnin' off like the dickhead you are, I'll kill you,” Marty pointed a finger in his face and gave him a promising glare, but Derek just laughed and waved, he found himself so very funny.

 

 

“Tony, take Nathan inside, and do something with those bodies, I don't care, bag `em and throw `em in the basement if you want,” With that he climbed into the car and shut the door. Tony nodded and backed up as the car started up and rolled out of the driveway in some kind of a hurry. He sighed once it was out of site, Shane would live, Tony would've been a wreck if he died, so he would live, he had to.

 

Tony felt Nathan's hand wrap around his own and he gave a half-hearted smile, squeezing Nathan's hand as he turned back toward the house.

 

“Can we visit him later?” Nate suggested. Tony nodded, definitely, when the bullet was removed and he was conscious and ready for visitors, they would go.

 

A/n- Ehhh… action scenes and lots shooting stuff is /not/ my thing… at all… if anything is `my thing' it's dialog… I don't do so well with fights like these, but bleh. What'ya think? Also, I picked up this idea from someone on Fictionpress, basically it's giving the readers sneak peaks as to what happens in the next chapter. So… I think Imma start doing that, for the rest of this story and then for the second book as well. So, sneak preview :D:

 

Jason yawned and stretched one arm into the air as he woke up. Today was the day Shane got out of the hospital, and for that reason alone, it was a damn good day. He rubbed his eyes and started to roll over to look at the clock… but he couldn't, he couldn't move at all. Becoming a little more awake he blinked and bent his neck up to see what was holding him down. Shane was there… on top of him! Hugging him around his chest like he wouldn't ever let go. Jason squirmed underneath him in confusion and poked his shoulder.

“Shane!” Shane made a sexy squeak noise and buried his face in Jason's back. “Shane!” Jason said a little louder. Shane mumbled something to himself and then looked at the boy beneath him. He smiled in greeting, his hair looking perfect like it had just been brushed, and his eyes bright and awake. “What are you doing… you…you're not supposed to be…” a finger was placed over his mouth and he stopped speaking.

“Shut up,” Shane growled, using the sexiest voice Jason had ever heard. His breath hitched as Shane inclined forward, lips parted, eyes shut…

 

Voila! …dunno… maybe a little too much…we'll see, the others will most likely be shorter xD. Much shorter…