Euphoric :The Hangover Part III (Phil Wenneck)

Chapter 3

(Y/n) groaned as she hit the ground, landing on her side and coughing up the dust that was inside the bag over her head. Squinting when it was ripped off, she looked around her to see that she and the guys were all on the ground in a desert surrounded by windmills. She never liked windmill farms, they always creeped her out. The sun was bright against her adjusting eyes, but she looked around frantically when she heard Phil's voice.

"Please, this is a huge mistake!" he spoke, and (Y/n) found him on the ground as she was pulled up beside Alan, who was whimpering next to Stu and Doug. "You got the wrong guys!"

"Nah, I got the right fucking guys!" they heard a familiar voice, and looked up to see Black Doug aiming a gun right at Phil's head. "Get him up. Pick him up. Put him here." Black Doug said, gesturing next to (Y/n).

"You're Black Doug! That's Black Doug!" Alan exclaimed once he saw the familiar man's face.

Doug 2 was even less amused with the term than last time, and held the gun up to Alan's face as he snapped, "Shut the fuck up with that! Shut the fuck up!"

"Oh, my God. It is," Stu gaped, and spun angrily towards Alan. "Alan, tell me right now, why is Black Doug kidnapping us?"

"I said don't call me that shit no more!" Doug 2 spoke higher, his gun aimed right at Stu's head, who cowered at the weapon in his face. "It ain't Alan's fault."

"Thank you, Black Doug," Alan said, and that was it for Doug 2.

"Oh- Motherfucker!!" Doug 2 exclaimed, his hands up to his head in disbelief as he pointed the gun at Alan.

"Doug 2! He's Doug 2!" (Y/n) spoke, but nothing seemed to calm this man.

"Bitch, no it ain't!!"

"Doug!!" Phil called him as he watched the gun begin to aim for (Y/n). "Just Doug, okay?" Doug 2 seemed content for the moment, holding his weapon out at all of them. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because," a loud, deep, gravely voice came from behind the cars, followed by a large, intimidating man with sunglasses and a designed scarf. "I told him to. I'm Marshall. And whether you know it or not, we all have something in common. And it all started four years ago when this moron," Marshall pushed Doug 2's gun down before starting towards Alan, "sold the wrong drugs to this dumb fuck. You have no idea the chain of events that were set into motion that night in the parking lot of a fucking liquor store."

(Y/n) scrambled her head for a memory she had long forgotten, and suddenly remembered where she had heard the name Marshall. Four years ago in Vegas, when they had accused Doug 2 of selling Alan roofies instead of ecstasy, he had said something about someone named Marshall being pissed off about his mix up. (Y/n) didn't have to assume or guess that this was the Marshall he was walking about. The man radiated authority, and seemed like an actual crime boss with actual connections, and a real tendency to kill people.

"Marshall... You're Marshall," Stu repeated, remembering the same day as Marshall turned to look at him. "You brought us out here because of that?"

Marshall laughed, although he didn't seem very amused by the statement as he approached Stu. "You're not here because of that. You're here because some Chinaman I never heard of strolls into my town and takes one of my guys off the street," Marshall said, getting angrier and angrier with each word.

"Mr. Chow?" Phil recalled.

Marshall pointed at Phil with his cigar hand, saying, "Yes! Yes, Mr. Leslie fucking Chow. You introduced a virus into my life."

"Holy God... what did he do now?" (Y/n) questioned, and Marshall looked at her hatefully.

"He fucked me in the ass," he growled at her, and she stepped back a spell, knowing Phil was glaring daggers at this powerful man.