Stace and K80 were tracking Cuntor and the mexican wankstain down. They were tracking Cuntor down via phone GPS, so they had a huge advantage over him. They tracked him down at a bar. Perfect.
The duo walked into the bar looking around for Cuntor. The bar had a few pool tables, red leather booths lining the wall, and, of course, the counter bar.
"Hey, what can I get you two ladies today?" The bartender asked.
"We'd like to talk to the manager." Stace responded.
"Okay. Dave, some bitch wants to talk to you." the bartender yelled through the back door. Stace almost smacked a bitch when Dave came out.
"How can I help you guys today?" he asked.
"We need your help looking for our friend Cuntor."
"Oh well, can you give us a description of him?" he asked.
"Copper hair, looking like an emo tumblr rat, tall." K80 answered.
"Ah yes. I remember, asshole didn't fucking pay. Left his phone here though." Dave answered.
"Did you see him leave?" Stace asked.
"No, he escaped through the window and dipped the fuck out of there. He looked nervous over something, he was pacing around and shaking like crazy before he ran into the bathroom."
"Thanks for the help." K80 said as the duo left and went into the back parking lot where the bathroom windows lead.
They ran to the brush and started looking around for any sign of Cuntor. That's when they found a medium sized plank of wood with some blood on it. A few feet away, they found the bag Cuntor had used when he was running away.
"Shit. You don't think Juan got him?" Stace said.
"Hope not." K80 responded.
They decided to venture further im the brush. It became more dangerous at this point. Larger roots, vicious animals, poisonous plants etc. That was until they found the quiet shack. Boarded up windows except for a small crack in one of the panels. From the outside, you could hear someone talking.
They wasted no time busting in. Before them, they saw Juan and Cuntor sitting next to each other.
Juan was lying on Cuntor's shoulder, asleep. Cuntor was stroking Juan's jet fuel black hair.
"Cuntor what the fuck is this?" K80 yelled.
"I stopped Juan." he said.
"Wait...is that Juan...dead?!" Stace exclaimed.
"No, just asleep." he said.
"Why do you suddenly care for Juan so much?" K80 asked.
"Shhh. Let him sleep." Cuntor said.
Stace yelled in his ear. Juan started screaming and freaking out once he got up before he realized Stace and K80 were there.
"What the hell is going on?" Juan asked.
"Stace and K80 are visiting you and me." Cuntor said.
"No, we're saving Cuntor and shooting you." K80 answered.
"Whatever. Just make me suffer. That's what I deserve for torturing Cuntor. Cuntor is fucking dead now. He hasn't even sleeped in 36 hours." Juan pleaded.
"NO!" Cuntor yelled. Cuntor pleaded with them, begging them to give Juan a second chance. He was a changed person. Just had to give him a week.
"Ugh fine," Stace sighed, "but he's staying in your room."
The group walked out the brush and to the truck where they all sat together. Cuntor and Juan sat in the back, still covered in dry blood.
"Cuntor?" Juan asked.
"Yeah?"
"Will things ever be the same."
"Not even close."
After that, the car ride was silent. They didn't even turn on the car radio. They just sat in the emptiness of silence. They rode for about an hour before they reached AIDSan's house. They gathered up their supplies and went inside.
"We're back." K80 and Stace cheerfully yelled as the traumatized and emotionless Cuntor and Juan walked in.
"What the fuck? Why is Juan here?" AIDSan immediately asked.
"Long story short, he's not an agent anymore. Goodnight." Cuntor said as he showed Juan to his room.
"What the fuck type of drugs are you on and where do I buy them?" Chile asked.
"Hey, don't worry, if things go bad, there's all how we treat disrespect in Hell Paso." Kianal asked.
Everyone had a mix of reactions and a huge argument ensued. Cuntor washed the blood off of him and Juan while the debate ensued. Juan started crying. Cuntor just watched. He couldn't do anything now except watch Juan suffer.
