Tyson VS Life - Book One - Drug War

Chapter 9: Guantanamo

Tom awakened groggily and observed his surroundings. He was still in his hideout, but now was tied to his chair. On the left he saw his brother in another chair, riddled with bullet holes and his stomach torn open, rib cage exposed. Tom remembered the shooting, but the ribcage thing must have been... Jacob stepped forwards and placed his hands on the table. "Alright Tom, we're gonna play a game of Bad Cop, Worse Cop."

Tyson glowered like the special child he was. "I'm the Worse Cop!"

he proclaimed, grinning like a fucking idiot.

"No you're not, you get to sit out while the grownups talk." Lucas said.

Tyson sulked over to the corner with Ryan. Jacob put his hands on the table again, this time slamming them.

"WHO'S IN CHARGE OF THE ASSPOL AROUND STANNIES?" he demanded.

Tom spat in his face, causing Jacob to backhand him across the jaw. He reeled back in his chair into Hodge's manly hands, which squeezed his shoulder blades to near dust.

Lucas stalked over menacingly. Tom smiled cockily; "What the fuck are you gonna do, you lesbian mushroom cun-"

Tom stopped because a knife had ended up in his hand. He tried to scream but Lucas slugged him the neck, cutting off his voice and oxygen.

"WHO THE FUCK IS IN CONTROL OF THE ASSPOL?" Hodge yelled into his ears.

"I'm not telling you shit!" he gasped out in between breathes. Hodge yelled again, but only into one ear as he had bitten the other off. Blood sprayed all over the skinned child rug. Tom whimpered.

"We don't have to abide by any rules, you know this yeah?" Lucas said smugly.

"What... What the fuck are you going to do to me?" Tom stammered.

Jacob threw his hand up. "Alright Tyson, you're up."

The ginger approached Tom slowly, unbuttoning as he went, revealing his WWE boxers, which soon disappeared. Tom began to scream.

"No! You can't! I'll do anything!" Tyson paused. "It's Mr. Moogoo! Moogoo is funnelling it in!"

Ryan gave a confused look. "Moogoo? Head of Education? Why the hell...?"

Tom began slobbering. "I don't know! That's all I got told!"

Tyson cocked an invisible shotgun, accompanied by his own sound effects. "Told by who? Who told you!?"

Tom continued his sad state of surrender. "It was over the phone! I don't know! Please!"

Lucas gave a signal and the crew backed off. Tyson zipped up his pants and Hodge let go of Tom's shoulders, spitting out his ear.

"Alright Tom, you've been very cooperative."

Lucas said as he pick up the box of Gus' firebombs before throwing them around the room. Tom began to panic; "Wait! I told you everything! Why!?"

Hodge shrugged. "Well, you're kind of a dick."

The gang left the room and Tom to burn.