The Day Called Monday

No Worries

Music for this chapter
The Downfall Of Us All by A Day To Remember
Scars by I Prevail
Paranoia by A Day To Remember

I pulled over in an alley way a block away from the warehouse. There was no one here so my car would be safe. I knew Jonas had cameras around everywhere so i took care of that ahead of time. I watched carefully as Damien and Harley for out of my car followed by Pam. Jonas didn't have goons because he had cameras around this part. So he thought. We made our way down the alley way towards the entrance of his building. I had my bat in my hand and my gun in my holster. My mom had a gun, a knife and brass knuckles. Damien had his usual gear on, which was a hanging noose, pistol, shot gun, tear gas and two grenades. There was no telling what Bruce had for weapons in his belt. 

We headed to the warehouse where Jonas was. I loaded my pistol and Damien loaded his shot gun. Pam walked quickly. Her snake green steletoes tapping the ground with her every step. We approached the building as quietly as possible. We waited for Bruce to give his signal. 

Suddenly Damien fell to the ground, a slow stream of blood escaped from the bottom of his skull. "Damien!" i yelled, feeling panicked. More blood started  to rush from the stream coming from Damien's head. His skin was pale, like all the blood has left his body. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head and his body was limp. Pam patted my shoulder. I turned around to face a mob of Jonas's goons. They were big bearly men. They weren't much for looks and they didn't look like they had a bunch of smarts, street or book. One of the goons was drooling, like they were a dog and their owner just sat a whole turkey in front of them. I looked down at his hand. He held a smoking pistol. The pistol he held just killed Damien. 

"Monday?" I heard Pam asked. I was staring at Damien. "You okay Money?" he asked. It took me a second to respond. I looked around for a moment and noticed a big muscular shoulder trying to hide behind the storage container in front of the warehouse. "Get down," I whispered. "There is a whole mob of goons around that corner about to attack us." I said. I stayed standing. Was that a vision? I thought. I held my bat at the ready, my pistol was still in my holster. I saw the goons shoulder tense up. He knew i was approaching him. I held my bat up ready to swing. The goon turned around to face me. I swung my bat to hit him. My bat came in contact with his face. His head twisted and i heard a bone break. A bullet wizzed past my ear and hit the next goon in the head, dead center of his forehead. I took another swing at a different goon. This one was bigger than the last one. One swing didn't take him out like i would have liked. I had to hit him again. My second swing put him on the ground. I pulled out my pistol and aimed it at his head. i pulled the trigger and as soon as the bullet met his skull blood splattered. Pam walked up behind me and started caging the goons in with vines and weeds. The goons looked extra surprised at this one. A grey smoke started to enclose the goons in the organic cage. One by one the goons fell down, passing out on each other. Jonas emergered from the smoke. He started clapping and laughing that evil laugh. "That was getting boring!"