Raising Hell.

How it went down.

Kay and the gang were hunting down some kid who threatened Lana, who was supposedly camping out in an abandoned hospital, which, of all places, was creepy as all crap. It was dark. It was cold. And Kay struggled with his broken leg.
   After finding the boy, surrounded by pentagrams and various sized "haha's" written all over the wall in red paint, they decided to try and kill the boy. He was tough though and fought back, laughing the whole time. Eventually, they got him pinned to the wall, and Kay began interrogating him.
  "Alright, kiddo, what's the deal?" Kay narrowed his eyes, questioning this boy. He laughed deviously, shaking his head.
"The deal's off, bucko. You made a mistake." He grinned, pulling his arm free and grabbed the gun from his pocket. Without hesitation, he'd aimed, and he'd shot...
    And now, Kay stand there in shock, his eyes blurring and pain running through his body. The deal... Kay pondered on this thought for a moment before his eyes closed gently, his head hitting the floor with a 'thud'. You fell backwards, bucko. Good job. A lot of impact on your shoulder, but luckily none to your neck. Well done, you're smarter than you look.

   The rest of the gang had some involvement in the aftermath. Guns, knives and baseball bats. It was sort of like an epic street fight from a film, but unfortunately, this kid was a lot stronger than he looked. You understand that you're going to die if you just lie here, right? Get up or something! Call out for help! Who gives a crap about sounding weak?! You are weak as dirt right now! Kay had tried his best to move but nothing worked, so in the end, he decided to give into his fate. He'd have expected his last thoughts to be something about his family or his friends, but all he could hear was the soft sound of a song...

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The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
"So if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascists."Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder.

( -If you tolerate this then your children will be next, Manic Street Preachers)

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What are you thinking about that song for? Kay, come on! Get up! But he couldn't. And just as the lights faded fully, he was informed that in fact, they're all dying and it was a set up by Lana to get satisfaction with being a useful member of the gang. Their ultimate downfall.