Just før Fun

Chapter 2

Casual Genocide

Tøny: "I said sit the FUCK down!

Tøny grabbed a lady in yellow by her hand and forced her back in her seat.

Matt: "Listen up people! If any of you try to pull a stunt again, my friend right here wouldn't hesitate to take you straight to bullet town all together, y'hear? He'd love to do that actually."

Tøny waved his shotgun around.
People were hardly able to breathe out of fear.

Matt: "Alright Danny, I think we reached an understanding with these fine people, let's go to the head of the plane."

Matt and Danny started walking towards the door to the pilot's area while Tøny kept watch of the passengers, thinking of something to do, to keep himself busy.
Looking at one of the passengers holding a crying baby in her hands, he suddenly had a bright idea.

Tøny: "Hey bitch! Your dumb fetus is being too loud! I'm gonna have to shut it up!"

He tried to nab the baby out of the mother's hands with his left hand, while holding the shotgun in his right.
The mother held the baby as hard as she could while they both cried.
She begged Tøny to stop, to let go of her baby.

"I'll calm him down!" She screamed.

"Please stop! Don't take my baby away from me!" She cried.

All the while in this commotion, some smart ass man decided it'd be a good idea to try and take the shotgun out of Tøny's hand while he was distracted.
Tøny, whilst shouting at the lady to let go, and struggling to pull it out of her grasp, realised the man was creeping up on him and shot him straight in the head one handed, without letting go of the baby's foot with his other hand.
The man's blood splashed all over the passengers, some of whom were children, immediately starting to scream and sob, followed by the women soon after whilst the men, with blood having been splattered all over their faces, were still in shock.
No one else would dare even think of such idiotic acts after that.
Obviously, Tøny knew what he was doing.
He was skilled.
Surprised by the woman's will to hold on, he pointed his shotgun right at the baby's little head.
Tøny: "Let go of it, or I'll shoot it's head right off into your chest!"

The mother had no choice but to let go.

"Please don't hurt my baby boy! He's only ten months old! Please have mercy! I'll give him milk! He'll be quiet! I prom-m-mise." She cried and gagged.

But Tøny wasn't actually bothered by the baby's cries, he was bothered by the baby's existence. So he, who was now successfully holding the baby in his left hand by the back of his little shirt, had other ideas.
Tøny looked at the baby in disgust through his mask.
He started pounding the baby into the floor.
The woman rushed at him to make him stop.
Tøny hit her hard to the head with her baby.
She fell to the floor, feeling dizzy.
He continued to pound the baby into the ground until his little head was nothing but a pile of flesh and blood.
Tøny let go of the now dead baby.
The mother who had regained consciousness, kneeled in shock.
She crawled towards her baby and hugged the little headless corpse, screaming "WHY?!" in terror, as she sobbed.
A young man in shock from what he saw before his eyes, turned towards Tøny in his seat, although he didn't dare to stand up as he knew he'd get shot immediately.

"We complied with every demand you made sir! Why must you cause such unnecessary harm?" He asked.

Tøny: "Adrenaline."

Tøny laughed out loud at his own awesomeness.
The passengers judged him in disgust.

Tøny: "Alright dipshits, nobody move a muscle! Not one fucking muscle! If I come back and realise any of you has moved even as little as a single inch! I'll fucking shower your family in these bullets! Before I shove my entire gun down your throats and shoot your insides right out your ass, y'hear?!"

Tøny slowly backed up towards the front of the plane.
He started banging on the pilot's door and shouting.

Tøny: "Hey! What's going on in their, retards! I'm losing my temper here! I have no patience for this shit! What's next? We jumpin' or what?"

***

Matt kicked the pilot's door open, immediately shooting both pilots dead.

Matt: "Aight, how do we fly this thing?"

Danny: "I said I've flied before, I didn't say I was an expert pilot. Gimme a minute."

After a couple minutes of figuring things out, Danny changed the course of the plane and put it back on autopilot.

Danny: "It's done."

Matt: "So it's heading to the twin towers now, right?"

Danny: "Yes, where else? We have less than three minutes to get off this plane before we're Thanksgiving turkeys."

Matt: "You think the buildings are full of people right now? Will at least a thousand people blow up?"

Danny: "Well this was Tony's plan after all. He would never plan something out if it didn't involve wiping out at least a couple generations. Y'know him."

Matt: "Yeah, you're right. Plus there are at least a hundred people on this plane alone."

Danny: "Look we don't have time for small talk right now, we really need to get out of this thing."

Sounds of slamming started coming from the door.
Along with sounds of Tøny shouting.

Danny: "He lost his temper already?"

Matt: "To be honest I'm surprised he hasn't killed all the passengers yet. Unless he somehow managed to kill them all with one shot."

Danny: "Let's just get the hell out of here."

Matt opens the door.

Tøny: "What took you so long?!"

Matt: "What took you so short?"

Tøny: "Huh?"

Matt: "Why didn't you shoot more people?"

Tøny: "They'll be toast soon enough anyways."

Matt: "So you are taking therapy under my nose."

Tøny: "Maybe I'll break your nose and your funny bone."

Matt: "Now that's pure comedy gold right there."

Danny: "Guys, We have forty seconds."

Matt: "You got your chute on big boy?"

Tøny: "Of course I do."

Matt: "Then let's jump the fuck outta this plane! Gerald is waiting for us with the van in that alleyway as planned."

Tøny: "This plane better not miss the towers Danny, or I swear I'll—

Danny: "It won't. Now let's go!"

The crew successfully jumped out of the plane and made their escape discreetly.

***

News presenter: "there have been reports of people claiming to have seen three men in the sky near the explosion, wearing different masks with parachutes that had the same symbol on them described as the letter Ø, who supposedly jumped out of the plane, right before it crashed into the towers, to then disappear behind buildings. We asked the police for any identified suspects, but it seems that if there were any survivors from the attack, they left no trace. Escaped or not, whoever these terrorists were, they knew exactly at what time to attack, as thousands of natives and tourists lost their lives along with an estimated total of at least six thousand people injured. The terrorists not only meant to destroy the buildings but had a massive thirst for blood as well. Now whether there were political reasons behind the attack or not are yet to be known. My name is Margaret Watson and this has been—

Stanley turned the TV off.

Stanley: "Arrgh! It's them! I know it's them! Who else?! How the FUCK do they do all this?! They must be backed up by powerful people, they MUST! Who is planning all this, just WHO?! And why?! What in the world could be their motives?! It can't just be violence, it can't! None of this makes any sense! I'm going FUKCING crazy!"