Mindless Self Indulgence (Fuck Off)

What's it going to be then, eh?

"So where is this place you were talking about?" I ask Kitty after a long, long time of walking around everywhere.

"It's just down this one street," She say pointing her bat almost hitting Steve.

"Watch it!" He yells.

"Sorry!"

"Is it big enough for all of us?" Sam asks?

"Oh, yeah. It's huge," Kitty exclaims, "it used to be some sort of a place that had stores everywhere but it got bombed and a bunch of people died..."

"It's a mall," Steve says.

"Are there still bodies inside?" I ask.

"I've found some," Kitty answers. "I tripped over it actually."

I start laughing at the idea of Kitty tripping over a corpse.

"It wasn't funny!"

"We're here I think," Brody says stopping.

"This is it," Kitty says.

In front of us is the nastiest building I've ever set foot in. The floor is cracked from age and there are plants growing everywhere. There's glass scattered everywhere for you to step on. The doors are all boarded up.

"Did you spend a lot of time here?" I ask.

"I don't know," she says as she starts beating at the boards with her bat. One breaks loose and then another and another.

"HEY!!!" someone starts shouting angrily.

"Were there people here last time you went?" I ask.

She stares at me wide-eyed. "No."

"A but ready for the old ultra-violent are we? just batting your way into my home." A man dressed in white comes into view. He has a sort of staff with him.

"Sorry," Kitty squeaks. "We need a place to stay..."

He gives us all a look. "You're a big group."

"These two just tagged along," I point at Sam and Brody.

"There is space, my brothers, but I need to see how trustworthy you are," he says grinning.

"What's up with your accent?" I ask. This guy was getting on my nerves.

"What's up with your accent?"

"Okay, okay just let us in," I barge past him but he puts his staff by my waist.

"Where are you going, my brother?"

"I'm not your brother! and-" I snatch Kitty's bat away, "you're going to let us in!" I wield the bat around menacingly.

"Are we ready for a bit of the ultra-violent?" he asks setting his cane up to attack.

"Yeah, we can be ultra-violent, motherfucker."

He smiles and tips his bowler hat to me. "The name's Alex," he says. "And yours?"

I stare at him for a moment. "Jimmy Urine," I say slowly.

"Ah, Mindless Self Indulgence."

"Yeah, so let us in," I wave the bat around.

"Come in, my brothers."

Inside there's music playing:

Hey ho, let's go

Hey ho, let's go...

"You have good taste in music," Lyn-Z says.

"Ah, yes. The Ramones are a real horrorshow."

He walks ahead us and turns around swiftly. "What's it going to be then, eh?"

"What?" Steve asks.

"Shall I lead you to your rooms?"

"Are you high?" Steve asks.

He contemplates a moment. "Quite possibly."

"So how did you get in here?" Kitty asks curiously. "You weren't here last time I was here."

"Oh, you see I was in prison for murder. And these men came in and experimented a bit with me like gulliver..."

"Okay?" kitty says begging for more.

"And that's about it."

"They experimented with your 'gulliver' so that's why you're like this?"

"It's not why I'm like this," he whacks his staff onto the ground. "I just can't do things."

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So experimental chapter...

I think I pulled off Alex well enough.

(He's from a clockwork orange for the slow ones)

What do you think?

Yes?

No?

Keep him throw him away? what?