Pretear Fan Fiction ❯ Manhunt: Blood Work ❯ Great Escape ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven: Great Escape

(11:45pm)

Starkweather sat about his monitoring equipment, as always. He was very, VERY pleased. Cash had been doing so wonderful. He had dispatched all of the hoods in the area they placed him at, and he was now moving towards the area of the Skinz. Very, very good.

He flipped a switch on the control panel, and the camera darted to view the death of the guard keeping an eye on Miss Heather Lockley... She wasn't very good at her job, and that was why she is in the position that she is in. Perfectly logical. Hiro was talking to her, it seemed. He didn't have the sound up, but it was recording. McNeil then cut her ropes, and by this point she had naturally drawn her attention to them.

Hmm... Looks like they would win this game easily after all... Too easily, in his professional opinion.

Well... Not if he had anything to do with it... But what could he do?

AHA! He came up with a brilliant plan. He did have one of his precious Cerberi stationed near the facility they were in, with tranquilizer rifle. Yes... And then release the ones the War Dogs didn't even know of...

It was a small group, but FAR more effective than any of the other gangs he hired to patrol Carcer... No... This group was perhaps on par with the Carcer SWAT, and was perhaps on par in terms of sanity with the Smilys... No.. .Maybe the Innocentz...

He picked up a phone, and pressed a button. After the first ring, the person on the other end picked up.

Cerberus Sniper: "Yes, Mr. Starkweather?"

Starkweather: "Fire."

Cerberus Sniper: "Yes, sir."

He watched on the screen as something hit Miss Lockley in the shoulder. She pulled it out, and then the drug took effect. She was soon stumbling around like a drunk, and Yamada and McNeil didn't know what hit them... He then flipped a switch, which released the Monkiez...

She was hit with some kind of dart. She would die, but she might pass out any moment.

Vince: "You alright?!"

Heather: "Yeah... But... I'm not feeling so good..."

Hiro: "Fucking hell! We're fucked!"

Starkweather: "You are if you don't move your asses."

Vince: "Starkweather! You prick!"

Heather: "Starkweather?!" She seemed surprised. Very surprised. "Mr. Starkweather, what's going on?!"

They hear a gunshot ring from outside, along with screaming... Screaming of men, and what appears to be animals.

Hiro: "What the?!"

Vince: "Wai-?! You know this fruit?!"

Starkweather: "Yes...She was my old secretary. Don't feel bad about yourself Miss Lockley. Its just you haven't been that great with your job recently. So, consider this you being fired." He let out a girlish giggle.

Heather: "NO! Please, no! Please!"

Starkweather: "Hehe... Anyways, like I was saying- a special gang just escaped from captivity... They were too defiant, so we had them locked up... But now that they are loose, they will quite effectively kill everything in sight."

They heard more gunfire, and of course more screaming.

Hiro: "They didn't escape! You let them out! Didn't you?!"

Starkweather: "Oh that's a low blow! How could you accuse me of such a thing? I would nev- hehehehehe" he started giggling madly, "hehe, alright. You got me. I did let them out."

Vince: "Asshole!"

Starkweather: "Anyways... From the looks of things, they will be there in about three minutes. So I suggest you get out of there. Ta ta!"

Vince: "STARKWEATHER!"

No response. He hung them out to dry again. When he looked back at Heather, she was on her knees, crying. Hiro had his hands on his head, walking around.

Hiro: "Fuck, man! What the shit are we gonna do now?!"

Vince walked over to Heather, and grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her up. He shacked her hard.

Vince: "Get a fucking grip on yourself! You can cry in depression about how Starkweather fucked you over later! But right now we gotta get the fuck out of here before the shit hits the fan!"

Heather: She sniffled, and wiped some tears from her eyes. "A- alright..."

Vince reached down and grabbed the .38, and put it in an empty pocket.

Vince: "Alright, now we go... NOW!"

Vince picked Heather up, and carried her over his shoulder.

Heather: "What the?! Put me the fuck down!"

Vince: "No time. Hiro, run! NOW!"

Hiro and Vince charge outside, and Hiro aims and fires ahead of them. It his someone in the head, and instantly drops to the ground. They hear loud monkey screams, and screams of bloodshed and death and other such less-than-pleasant makings of nightmares. It chilled Vince to the bone.

Jon had, meanwhile, reached the Zoo in about ten minutes time while getting a nice jog. He heard screaming being as it was by this point difficult not to, and became instantly overjoyed that he was there. Goody goody panty-shots, just in time. The fellow's vision, adapted to the dark from his time in prison cell corners, spotted someone running. And so, somewhat on a whim, he ran up and clothes-lined the other. Simply made a mad dash for the hapless victim, a rather belligerent-looking black man, left arm outstretched and ready for business. The other, feeling as if his Adam's apple were suddenly inverted, found himself rather hastily being lifted up by the collar.

Jon: "Well howdy there, stranger! Can y'all tell me what's all up in this hizzy?" A pause, and chuckling. "Hoo-wee! I'm totally like, jiving, mon amie."

War Dog #2: "Man! Let me the fuck go! Some fucking freaks are running around, killing everything! They came out of fucking no where!"

Jon: "No wait just a cotton picking minute." He let out a loud laugh. "Ahaha! Cotton picking... Heh... I crack me up, bigtime. Anyways, I don't take orders from Negro-types such as yourself. I'm still wondering how they let you out of the monkey house- probation, maybe?" He languidly drew the pistol from his pocket, and placed the barrel right on the War Dog's lower lip. "So lose the `tude, lest I cap yo' fatass, black-ass lip. I've got the advantage here, buddy- I can't miss from a mile away with a target like that."

It seemed the man just wet his pants, but Jon didn't care. That added to his excitement. He was afraid, and that's how the young man wanted it... Though now without question, he was going to have to go about killing this man, for making him look messy; and right before the party too! He had guests to see, and he looked like hell due to the fucking nigga piss! Really, it just made all the bloodstains look tacky now that it was there.

War Dog #2: "Man! Please, don't kill me! We were just supposed to kill two mothas who were gonna-"

Jon: "Wait...Back to the two mothers...Two people, you're supposed to hunt, right? Or were you just talking me up with your blackanese?"

War Dog #2: "Yeah man!"

Jon got even more excited... He could hunt those motherfuckers down... Or even better! Ka-booyah!

Jon: "Alright,do continue, old boy..."

War Dog #2: "Well, we were supposed to kill them when they tried to rescue this girl we got tied up in the main-" Fear apparent by now, as if it hadn't been for the previous portion of their cheery dialogue exchange.

Jon: "Hold up again, G Funk Money- or whatever your `homies' call you... A girl, you say?"

War Dog #2: "Yeah man! A girl!"

Jon: "Oh-ho-ho! What a grand night this is turning out to be indeed!"

He felt a sudden rush between his legs. If she was hot, he knew what he must do.

Jon: "Go on."

War Dog #2: "And then some fuckers just came out of no where and attacked us man! They fucking attacked us! Killing us off left and right. SCREAMING like freaking monkeys!"

Jon: "Sounds like a reg'lar jam-boh-ree! And since I'm in such a good mood, I'll give you ten seconds to get out of my sight. The surroundings are in your favor, what with it being night and all…"

Jon dropped the War Dog onto his ass, and he scrambled up.

War Dog #2: "Yeah, thanks man!"

Jon: "One..."

He turned to run, but instantly felt pain in his left kneecap. Oddly enough, right after he heard the familiar sound of cracking gunpowder. The round had, naturally, spiraled out of the weapon's barrel at some nine-hundred feet per second, and found home in the man's leg. It soon decided, however, that this property was unfit, anf therefore tumbled about while taking the liberty to shatter the bone more or less completely, and emerge from the other side in a shredded exit wound. The War Dog fell to the ground in pain, and was screaming various obscenities. Clutching his new injury with both hands, rolling about like a baby on fire.

Jon: "You see, I failed school, mon amie... So I only know two numbers... One and Ten...So that means: `Ten'. And do disregard the fact that I used the word `two' there, m'kay good buddy?"

He drew his switchblade, and walked slowly over to the helpless man.

Meanwhile, Vince and Hiro were mere feet from the gate. They were gonna make it. They didn't run into any one, which was very good indeed-

But something just jumped in front of them. It was a man, in a monkey suit. He was screaming like a monkey, and had a billy club with several nails in it. Like some child's toy gone horribly awry, really. Hiro raised his gun, and fired a shot into its face. Lucky thing they had pistols, eh?

They sprinted for the gate, and it buzzed open. This followed by running into the passageway, and shutting the hell out of that gate. There was another buzz, and a miniscule -click- let them know it was locked... Just in time, in fact. For four more of those monkey-like fellows reached the gate, just as they shut it. They breathed a bit easier, letting the adrenaline die down, and slowly went down the path...

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