Pretear Fan Fiction ❯ Manhunt: Blood Work ❯ Chaingang ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter Five: Chaingang

(10:55pm)

McNeil slowly traversed the long passage way. It had been around twenty minutes since he broke open that fucking gate, and there hadn't been a single gang member around. This gave him plenty of time to think.

The first thought was pretty obvious: How the fuck to survive this hell and get revenge on that prick, "The Director".

He imagined how he would kill him...Slowly, very slowly; slide a knife across every part of his body, letting him scream with pain. Let him slowly bleed to death right there... How wonderful that would feel.

NO! He couldn't think thoughts like that. Psychos thought like that, not sane people... But was he really sane? It was hard for him to judge: He thought himself sane, but then again he didn't know he was capable of killing people... Especially so sadistically...

His next set of thoughts was of what he would do when he got his ass out of this mess. Well, of course he would chill for a bit, and plan the next heist... He'd need a new crew of course, being that most of them were either dead or in jail...

He smiled, and didn't hear the movement of gravel perhaps twenty feet in front of him.

He then thought of his family...It's been awhile since he saw his mother and sister, but he thought of how good it would be to see them. All three of them, in the living room talking about the good old days when dad was alive...How great that wou-

A bright light flashed on, obscuring his vision. He stumbled back a few steps, and heard the cock of automatic rifles.

???: "Drop the fucking crowbar, and lay yourself flat on the fucking ground!" the unknown figure screamed loudly.

Fucking hell... Smooth move... He was set up... The cops did this. It would explain it all. They set him up to kill innocent people just so they could get him in jail longer... He wanted to believe this... But there was a part of him which knew it wasn't the cops.

???: "I said drop the fucking crowbar," he screamed even louder than before, "and get your fucking ass on the fucking ground! NOW!"

What else to do? He dropped his weapon, and laid on his stomach, face touching the floor.

One of the men walked up to him, and handcuffed him. He then felt the ass grab the back of his shirt, and lift him to his knees. And then there was darkness.

It appeared they didn't want him to know where he was going, so they placed what appeared to be a burlap bag over his head. He couldn't see jack shit, but he could hear them. They mumbled stuff, and then they lifted him and threw him into something... Most likely a van.

And it was a van. He heard it start up, and proceed to drive off, carrying him in the back.

After perhaps the longest ten minutes of his life, the van stopped. Minuets later, he heard the door open, and was dragged out of said van. He stood there, in the darkness...

He felt them cuff something onto his leg, and then felt them undo his handcuffs. Then they hit him in the kneecap, bringing him back down to his knees... And they then drove away, quite simply. He reached up with his now free hand, and removed the bag from his head.

He stood up, and looked at his ankle. It was a chain, about a foot long. At the end of the chain, was another man. He appeared to be Japanese, and was standing up. He didn't like where this was going already.

Director: "Aha, Vince! I thought you looked lonely, so I found you a playmate! McNeil, meet Lieutenant Hiro Yamada... He's an undercover cop, sent here to spy on me..."

Hiro: "Fuck you, Starkweather!"

Starkweather: "Aww, no fair! You told Vincey-boy my name! Boo hoo...Ahh well, I guess he would have found out eventually. Anyways, Hiro, meet Vincent McNeil. He's a convicted bank robber, and so far is my personal favorite actor!"

Hiro: "I don't give a rat's ass who the fuck he is! What the shit are you trying to pull?!"

Vince: "I'd like to know the same fucking thing."

Starkweather: "Well...I've set up a little game for you both to play. You both like games, don't you?"

Vince: "Fuck you and your fucking game!"

Starkweather: "I'll take that as a yes... Anyways, this is a REALLY fun game which I know you both will enjoy! Its simple too. All you have to do is go into the zoo, find a girl who is being held captive, and make it back here to the gate to your left. However, there are some rules to this game."

Hiro: "And what might they be?"

Starkweather: "1) At least one of you has to be alive when you reach the girl and reach this gate. If both you and McNeil are dead, the game is over. If one of you is dead, the game is still on. 2) The girl MUST be brought to the gate. I don't care about her condition. Her body has to make it back here. I don't give a rat's ass if she's dead or not, but it will be more kudos to you both if you bring her back alive. 3) If one of you dies, you have to also bring the other's dead body back here... And that's it!"

Vince: "You're one twisted fucker, Starkweather."

Starkweather: "Aww, that's not a very nice thing to say to your bestest friend in the entire world, now is it?"

Vince: "Go to hell."

Starkweather: "Vince, if we are to remain friends you have to start thinking with your head and stop saying such hurtful things."

Hiro: "Bastard..."

Starkweather: "See?! Now you're getting HIM to turn against me! I don't know what I would do if you weren't my friend Vince... But I'm willing to let your insults go by right now...Anyways, I have some...Shall I say, business to attend to, so you two have fun!"

Vince: "STARKWEATHER?!"

Silence... He turned off the radio, and there was no way to contact him...

Hiro: "This is just fucking great...I'm stuck with a convict."

Vince: "Fuck you! I'd rather be chained to Starkweather than you, you asshole!"

Hiro: "Just shut the fuck up...We gotta get going so we can get this done…"

They slowly walked into the entrance of the zoo, not knowing anything, which would happen from then on...

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Jon was standing in the shadows with his switchblade drawn. He slowly snuck up behind an Innocentz member, quite adept at silence from the sound of it- absolutely none, and got him in a headlock. Left arm darted out, wrapped around the other's throat, and yanked down hardly. The blade was, naturally, forced up against the man's jugular.

Jon: "Now, I'ma gonna ask you this just once, frijole: Got any black tar?"

Innocentz #5: "Yeah man! Is right over their in that bag o' mine! Please, don't kil- urk!" A sickening splatter gut off his voice, halfway between a scream and a gurgle.

He hated people who begged for their lives almost as much as he hated everyone else. I mean, they should pick up by the general attitude that they're not gonna make it out of the situation alive. He had simply stabbed the man in the jugular, and was soon showered in a spray of crimson. He smiled, and walked slowly towards the bag. He opened it, and sure enough: Enough heroin to last him for the rest of the week. Beautiful. Things were going his way...

Well... Almost his way. If it was up to him, he would have been the one to rape that fine piece of meat... Not those fuckers! They weren't worthy of the breath God graced them with, and that's why he took them out after the rape. Honestly now, people don't have the decency to share anymore. That, and what they were doing was morally wrong- now he himself felt exempt from all this, half-convinced that there was some form of hell, and half-convinced that after death came only eternal void.

During the rape, of course, he enjoyed a good beat-off, whilst he periodically drew the blade up and down his shoulders, switching hands with both tasks to do so. It was truly beautiful, this, this surreal mixture of pleasure and pain. They were meant to be enjoyed together, these two opposite extremes. Let him know he wasn't dead, like the rest of these cockers would be.

He reached into the bag, and drew the needle. Into his pocket went the blade, and out of it came a length of rubber tubing. He smiled some more, and prepared to shoot up.

Back in Stark weather's office, it was soon after the deaths of Graham, Wilson, and Smith... And he was hard as a rock... But that was not the most exciting thing...Cash was awake, and it was time for the real fun to begin...

(Next- A Man's Worst Friend)