Not Another Bottle

Chapter Ten

Let's just get right into it, shall we?
Jason's POV
I bet this will destroy him, she's more than likely dead, if not broken. I'm not going to underestimate the fucker though, he can fight, and this will drive him crazy if it doesn't kill him. Haha, I have to say, this is the most fun I've had in a while sence we accidentally killed that old man. Who knew crime was so much fun?
"Alright boy!" I said calling attention to my men "I just wanna start off with a congratulations, you assholes did a hell of a job!" They clapped and cheered and tosted. "You guys raped the shit out of her! But, but... be warned, oliver, oliver is someone to fear. He can kick all your teeth in one by one in a matter of mire minutes if he was in a good mood. I've never pissed him off that bad, I don't know what to expect, so let's assume the worst. Be ready, and be willing."
Oliver's POV
There it is, Jason's hideout. Alright, how do I want to handle this? I could go in quietly and pick then off one by one. No, I want this to be a bloodbath. I get out of the car and go to the truck full of wepons, I prop up the false bottom with the sawed-off shotgun I have in there. What to choose, what to choose. They probably don't have guns, it'd be unfair if I did, I'll take my brass knuckles, karabit, and butterfly knife, oh and a dose of M99.
I go up to the door, alright how do I wanna make my entrance? I look around, hmm... bingo. A mail man, I approach him "Hey buddy, how'd you like to make a quick 20 bucks?" I told him he had to knock on the door of the hideout, of course I didn't tell him what he was doing. When he knocked on the door, it was answered by a guy with a baseball bat, ready to swing. "Oh um, sorry, rough naborghood ya know? What did you need man?" A random goon asked. I pushed the mailman away, handing him his money as he ran. "You're lives" I said,I stabbed the man under the chin with the curve of the karabit. Another came at me, and with the butterfly knife in my left hand, I reached over and stabbed him as he came sprinting at me. Body after body was dropped, there was blood on the cileing, blood on the floor, blood on the walls. These guys are no challenge, they'd probably get there ass's kicked by a regular guy. Then came the others, I could tell, these guys were trained, good, I need a challenge, I was getting board. I closed the butterfly knife and stored in my pocket. There I am, karabit in hand, 1v3. I don't know what dissiplen there traind in, or how good they are, but worst comes to worst I have my ground game. I aproch one, I slice behind his left knee, then his right, next I bring the blade up and slit his throat, then knee him in the chest a single time, and finally ending it with a rapid hook to the eye. With 5 lighting fast movements, the man is unable to stand, he's bleeding out, and blind. The next one quickly attempted to disarm me, I punched him in the face with the finger hole on the karabit as a single brass knuckle. As he staggered, the other one was successful in disarming me, I was at least able to knock it away so the neither of us had it. I drew my butterfly knife and did the most complex opening I knew how to do. He swung at me from the right, I went for a takedown and as he was on the ground I stabbed him multiple times. I left the knife sticking out of his chest, one more to deal with. I put on my brass knuckles and prepared for him to be a ready opponent. A ready opponent he was, he had a good, strong, quick kick, that I didn't see coming. He tried for it again, but I was ready, I cought it and took him to the ground. He flipped me over and I was on my back as he attempted to hit my face, only hitting my wrists and forearms. I finished him with a triangle choke, didn't need the knuckles I guess.
I pick up a cain one of them was using as a weapon. "Jaaaaasooooon" I called playfully. I walked down the hall, slowly, taking my time, as I walked you could hear the clatter of the Cain hitting the hard floor echo in the acoustic building. There were bars on the windows, inside and out, I dragged the cain along the bars, letting the clattering sound waves bounce off the walls, floor, and cileing. There were empty beer bottles everywhere, reminds me of home. I picked up three and put them on my fingers, I clacked them together and said "Jason, come out and play-e-ay" in a high pitched voice. I found him, but he doesn't know that, I'll give him a little suppise when I get close enough. I stated the melody of "singing in the rain" by Gene Kelly "do do do do do da do do do da dooo." Close enough "I'm singing in the rain..." I kicked him in the ribs I had broken last Friday, as he was hiding behind a box on the floor. "Just siiiiinging in the rain.." I struck him with the cain when I said rain. "What a glorious feeling..." I slapped him across the face when I said feeling. "I'm happy again, I'm laughing at clouds, so dark up above, the sun's in my heart, and I'm ready for love." I stuck him many times, with the cain, with my hands, with my legs, then and only then, did I lift him up and pined him against the wall "Let me tell you what's gonna happen, your going to die, and it will look like a suicide, a mass murder suicide." I took him out to see all his men, bloody, beaten and dead. I shoved him down into a pile of corpses. "This? This is why you don't fuck with me Jason." He looked from side to side, panicked and scared. "There dead, you killed them!" I pulled out my butterfly knife from the dead guy's chest. "As surely as I am going to kill you..." I raised the knife above and behind my head, ready to end his life, but instead, made small cuts on his wrists "ow fuck!" He said in pain and confused. Someone is behind me, I can sense them. I streach my arm behind me and with a flick of the wrist my gun sleave fead me my wather ppk and I put 3 rounds in the guys chest before he even realised I had a gun. I know I said I wasn't packing heat, but I always carry that gun there. I stuck the gun under Jason's chin, and pulled the trigger. I took his hands and touched them to the gun, guess I'll need a new one. Good thing I got that one off the gird, it won't trace back to me. I took my knives, left other ones of the same kind in there place. Made sure I didn't level any evidence, we're good, I'll be on my way then.
Good thing that was done in the evening, would probably have gotten cought if it was during the day. I'm going back to sanctuary and taking a long and hot shower.

Well that's it for now, let me know what you think, have an idea? I'm open to hear you out, just leave a comment and I'll read it. Later.