A Sunset of Rage

Chapter 6

"Dami, our friendship reminds me of an outlet," Frederic commented, staring blankly at an outlet.
"Outlets remind me of electricity, which reminds me of voltage, which reminds me of Jadelyn, which reminds me of her death, therefore I am offended!" Damien yelled.
"CALM YOUR SH*T!" the manager hollered.
The FBI was hard at work about the donut crimes. In fact, they'd even taken extreme measures to solve it.
"Well there, b*tches. Today we have a new agent to meet. I introduce you to befamed child prodigy detective, Arnoldo Belt," the manager said politely, clasping his large hands.
A 10 year old child in a cheap tuxedo stood snobbily in the front of the room, scowling at the FBI agents. "Hello. I am the Great Arnoldo. I graduated college at age 9 with an IQ of 307. You peasants should be grateful to even be in my presence," he scoffed.
"Let's see. I think I want Team Sh*t to take Sir Arnoldo under their wing. Cornelius, Shapiro, come get him," the manager smiled condescendingly, knowing fully how much of a burden he was entasking them with.
"Ugh!" Damien groaned, shaking his fists.
"Tch. I was hoping to work alongside Donald Trump, or Jesus," Arnoldo scowled.
"Want some vodka, child?" Frederic offered generously, holding out a vodka juice box.
Arnoldo grabbed Frederic by the arm, flipping him over his shoulder and crashing him down on the ground. He wrapped his legs around his throat, strangling him. He was a voidbelt in karate. Like a blackbelt, except so talented that the darkness transcends black and creates a void.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Cristobal roared with laughter, chugging a martini.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Damien yelled, charging towards the child.
Arnoldo leapt into the air, sticking to the ceiling like spiderman. Damien kept charging. The child dropped, landing on the emo's shoulders. He twisted him around so fast he flew across the room. The lithe child landed gracefully on the floor, his fists balled in an aggressive karate stance.
"HAHA! IF YOU CAN'T BEAT A CHILD YOU CAN'T DO SH*T! NOW GO CATCH THE F*CKER THAT STOLE MY DONUTS!" the manager boomed.
Arnoldo stomped out the door. Damien rubbed his head angrily. Who did that punk think he was? Frederic lazily trudged out the door. They got in the FBI mobile to go to the food center. Exciting. They expected that someone who had such a passion for hundreds of donuts would be hanging out at the Large Food Mall.
They walked to the stores. First was the giant hamburger store. It was famous for having giant hamburgers. "Come, incompetent ones," Arnoldo beckoned.
Damien clenched his tiny fists. "Listen, tiny fool. Speak to your great mentors with respect. I'll have you know I am the great demon lord of the underworld. All crimes against me shall be severely punished," he warned.
Arnoldo withdrew his machine gun. "I warn you, speck. I'm not afraid to kill. My father instructed me in the art of murder when I was 4 so I could hold dominancy over all my classmates," he threatened.
"Wow, so scary," Frederic chuckled. He was catching on to Damien's sarcastic influence.
The child prodigy held a dagger to the tall fool's throat. "One more word and you'll disappear from the earth," he hissed.
"D-Dami! He's threatening me!" Frederic whimpered. His attempt at being fearless failed, like everything else.
"I WANT THIS!" Damien shouted, practically strangling a punk emo rock-style iron man shirt. It was as black as the void, with tony stark's face printed in beautiful color on the front, devoid of emotion. It would fit him perfectly.
"Yay, fries," Frederic smiled, stealing fries from a nearby table. The fat owner of the fries threw his hands up in disbelief. Some nerve, to just take people's fries.
"Come, underlings! We have a donut thief to catch!" Arnoldo yelled.
His phone rang. The kidz bop album 54 soundtrack, his favorite. "Mommy, I'm busy. Yes, I got the money. Did the paternity results come in? Thanks. Love you," he said bluntly. He coolly took out a capris sun and sipped it, leaning against the wall with his hand in his pocket. The birthday party of 5th grade girls by the window, decked out in sequined Justice hats and "this is my best friend [insert arrow]" shirts with the monkey mascot on them, checked him out.
"Arnoldo. We must commence our mission," Frederic said helpfully.
"Dirty buffoon. I'm deep in psychological thought. Being a prodigy is great work," Arnoldo scowled.
Frederic cheerfully reached out to poke his forehead. However, the child was swift. He grabbed Frederic by the arm, slamming him across the wall and trash can repeatedly. Then he flipped him over his shoulder, making him fly into the soda machine.
"Ooch," Frederic whimpered, flat on the floor.
"Listen here, foolish one! Only I can assault Frederic! You're not even thinking about our mission! You're checking out the new model in the Claire's window!" Damien yelled. True, Arnoldo did have an eye for that hot 4th grade sequined skirt model in the window.
"You can't afford to be so rude. Come, amateurs. I've already picked up on the criminal's trail," the young one beckoned, texting away on his iPad 500.
He had an app that tracked criminals. There was a large light emanating from the back room at Justice. "Oh h*ll no," Damien cussed.
Arnoldo laughed, bearing his teeth. His front tooth was missing, therefore making his smile ugly. "Aw, what's the matter? Is the emo scared? Aww. Guess me and Ugly can go without you," he sneered.
"Ugly?" Frederic repeated, sniffling.
Damien clenched his teeth. This was for the sake of...well, Cristobal. He wouldn't dare enter the little girl store. Too many colors. And can you imagine his emo reputation after such damage? He would never have the same chemical romance after this.
Arnoldo was already sauteeing to the store, his many machine guns ready. "Ugh. I'll just lurk outside," Damien decided, slumping over. Frederic trotted like a happy puppy.
"Let's move," Arnoldo hissed.