Screw You - Dallas Winston x female!OC **COMPLETE**

No More Walter

Dallas angrily made his way down the street, determined to find Walter. 

If I were that little twat, where would I be right now? Dallas thought to himself. Dallas decided on going to the place where Cynthia saw him last; the club.

Dally easily found the location she went to and stepped inside. 

"WALTER, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Dallas yelled over the loud music. Suddenly, Dallas and Walter made eye contact. A smirk spread across Dally's face as Walter made a break for the back door.  

"That mother fucker," Dallas muttered to himself as he chased Walter out the back door. Walter continued to run around to the front of the club and down the street. Thinking he lost Dallas, he turned into an alleyway. 

"Hey, you piece of chicken shit," Dallas said as he cornered Walter at the end of the alleyway.

"Waitin' until I was out of the way before you went and took her for yourself, huh?" Dallas said. 

"Yeah, and it felt great," Walter said. "You should've heard her moan like the slut she is." Walter taunted, the space between them slowly becoming less and less. "Gotta say, you picked a goo-" was all Walter had a chance to say before Dallas punched him square in the jaw. 

"Ah, fuck!" Walter cursed as he hunched over in pain, holding his nose as blood poured from it. 

"Get your hands off your face!" Dallas demanded as he yanked Walter up, making him stand straight. "You can't fight with your hands covering your face!" Dallas snarled, then punching him in the stomach making Walter fold forward. 

Dallas picked up his knee and collided it with Walter's face. "Ahh!" He cried out as he fell back on the pavement. "Get the fuck up, I'm not done with you!" Dallas growled, kicking Walter in the ribs. "Get up!" He said as he brought his foot down on Walter's stomach. "Don't you curl up like the worthless worm you are!" He yelled as he kicked Walter's limbs away from one another as Walter tried to curl in a ball once more.

"Get up you mother fucker!" Dallas yelled even louder and kicked Walter in the head, enjoying the pain-filled scream Walter let out. 

After a few more kicks to the head and stomach, Walter was able to get on his feet again. Dallas threw his fist towards Walter's face, but Walter dogged it and wrapped his arm around Dally's neck, punching him in the ribs a few times. 

Dallas finally was able to get out of Walter's grasp and punched him in the jaw once more. While Walter was still dazed from the blow, Dallas landed a kick to Walter's stomach, sending him flying backwards and onto the ground. 

"You pathetic fuck! How can you even live with yourself?" Dallas yelled and jumped onto Walter's ribs, hearing several satisfying crunches and snaps as Walter screamed out in pain. "You deserve every bit of this!" Dallas sneered. "GET UP!" Dallas yelled, grabbing two fistfuls of Walter's blood-stained shirt. 

Walter didn't move; he couldn't. Dallas let Walter fall back to the ground and his head it the hard cement ground.

Dallas stood between Walter's legs, raising his knee up and bringing his foot down on Walter's crotch, grinding his foot into it deeply. Walter couldn't manage any other noise other than pained gasping. Dallas brought his foot up again and brought it back down even harder, continuing this process for several minutes. 

Dallas took a few steps so he was standing over Walter's torso, sitting down on his chest, watching as Walter gasped and wheezed for words. Dallas grabbed Walter's hair, looked him in the eye and grabbed his switchblade, flicking it out centimetres away from Walter's face. "You're not gonna put that thing anywhere near Cynthia ever again unless you want it cut off, got it?" Dallas threatened, moving the blade behind him, pressing the tip to the crotch of Walter's pants. 

Feeling that Walter didn't get the message, he dug the knife into Walter's right thigh deeply. "Augh!" Walter grunted in pain as the blade dragged through him. "Stop!" He cried out, trying to stop the hood who sat atop his chest, but his aching body screamed in waves and twangs of pain.

"STOP!" Walter screamed again, this time a bit louder. 

"Did you stop for Cynthia?" Dallas hissed, twisting the blade making Walter scream.

"Fuckin' thought so you pussy ass man-whore." Dallas spat, pulling the knife out of Walter as he got up. 

Walter thought Dallas was done with beating him up, but he realized he thought wrong when Dallas reached to the waistband of his jeans and pulled out a gun. 

Dallas clicked off the safety lock and put the gun right against Walter's head. 

"Say goodbye you mother fucker." Dallas said and pulled the trigger.