The group burst violently through the front door of Jacob's safehouse. Immediately, Tyson threw himself at the fridge and yanked it open, tearing the door from its rusted hinges. Jacob frowned.
"Sure, help yourself, fat cunt."
Tyson tried to reply, but his mouth was too full of frankfurters and pink SLURPERTM to form a coherent response. The rest of the group had made their way to the dirty lounge in the living room, where they sat. Jacob patted the seating proudly.
"Stole this one off a disabled man, I did."
Lucas attempted to turn the TV on, but the remote exploded and the TV cracked. The loud bang from the remote drew the attention of the neighbour, who shouted loudly;
"YA'LL NIGGAS BETTA SHUT THE FUCK UP 'FOR I COME ROUND THERE!"
Jacob marched angrily to the window and opened it.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BLACK PIECE OF SHIT!"
In a fury, he grabbed a wooden cross from his side table, set it alight and hurled it through the neighbours window, setting his carpet on fire.
"OH SHIT NIGGA!"
From where he stood, Jacob saw the neighbour sprint out into the commission's driveway and into the street, where he was run down by a police car. Hodge stood up and growled. "For fuck's sake Jacob, we're trying to HIDE from the cops, not draw their attention!"
At this, there was a knock at the door.
"Shit."
Jacob motioned towards the bedroom.
"I've got some guns under the bed, go!"
The group did their best to arm themselves and returned to the living room, taking up positions and hiding behind pieces of furniture. Through the door stepped a police officer of african american descent.
"Hey, is everything-"
Before he could finish, half of his head was blown to smithereens by a shotgun blast that originated from Ryan, who was fuming. From outside, the other police began shouting orders and started to surround the safehouse.
From the bedroom, three officers entered and combat rolled through the door. Hodge snapped around from his position behind the door and punched one of them in the back of the head, breaking the back of his skull and giving him a concussion. With his S&W 500 revolver, Hodge shot another officer fifteen times in the chest, thirteen times more than he needed to. The remaining officer panicked and ran for the front door, but not fast enough as Jacob caught him by his arm, dragging him into the bathroom. Lucas did an unnecessary combat roll into the kitchen and fired his Beretta 98 through the window, hitting a patrol car in the fuel cap and turning the vehicle into a large fireball that incinerated at least fourteen nearby cops. Somewhere in the room, a voice announced loudly;
"MULTIKILL!"
From the bathroom came an officer's corpse, crashing through the door, tearing it off it's hinges and sending it through the front door, killing another officer via head trauma. Jacob smashed through the bathroom wall into the kitchen, wielding what he called his 'toilet shotgun', which he then used to murder another officer that was crawling in through the window, hitting him in the chest and blowing his spine from his back. A stray round struck the oven's gas pipe and burst it open, beginning to fill the air with pure gas. The remaining officers fled from the building as it flared up. The group scrambled out of the abode, through windows and self made holes in the wall. The gang flopped onto the asphalt as the police retreated from the area. Ryan looked around in a panic.
"Where's Tyson!?"
The building exploded in a massive fireball, destroying the surrounding gardens and police cars, turning the entire housing commission into a fiery wasteland. Tyson's remaining shoe flew through the air, like a meteor. It slammed into the pavement and exploded, causing a small crater. Ryan looked at the burnt rubble that was once the housing commission in shock.
"Tyson's fucking dead."
From the flaming jungle, a voice came.
"Wait a minute ya fuckin cunts."
Tyson, wearing a pair of booty shorts and no top, crawled from the manhole present in the centre, covered in shit and slightly burnt.
"I got into the sewer system before the house exploded!"
Ryan looked at him, confused.
"How the fuck did you get into there?"
"Down the shitter, obviously!"
"Oh. Of course."
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Tyson sniffed.
"Alright see you guys at school then."
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Tyson VS Life - Book One - Drug War
Mystery / ThrillerFollow the story of Tyson, a special young boy on his crusade for justice as he seeks to destroy the drug trade tearing his school apart. Surrounded by his friends, he'll go on a soul searching journey, facing those who wish him harm and allies of t...