Remedy | Eli Cardashyan (Discontinued)

Stupid Golf Team

We were watching one of the poor guys who probably pissed off Turbo perform for American Ninja Idol. Let's face it. Nobody is ever going to survive this. Turbo can never be satisfied. I was sitting near the top of the bleachers, not next to Turbo, but the row below him.

I noticed a flare of a smiley face in the sky. Stupid golf team. How are they even allowed here? Golf isn't a jock type sport. I overheard Mona talking to a guy. Something about tiny balls. Heh.

The guy was horrible. It was obvious he was nervous, and for good reasons. Turbo was fucking terrifying. Everyone looked back at Turbo after three seconds of hearing this guy sing. He give the thumbs up, only to drag it across his throat. Poor kid was dropped into the pit. He struggled, but managed to actually jump out of the cage.

"I did it, I won!" He yells with his hands up in the air. Turbo was not impressed instantly pulling out a bazooka. The guy begins to run for his life. He tripped on some wire but kept going. It was no use, for Turbo had blown the kid to bits. The guys all cheered.

Mona put a sticker on his head to resemble another death. He stands up and hypes the crowd up by loud grunts to go help the golf team. They all start running to vehicles. I wasn't planning on going, but I fely Turbo grab my arm and pull me with him. "Why the hell are you dragging me into this, Turbo?" All I got was a short and angry grunt in response. "I don't speak grunt, Turbo." I glare at him. He squeezed harder while making me stand at the top of the truck with him. I decided to stop tantalizing him. The music was very loud.

We drove to where the flares were sent off, finding the golf team at some apartment complex. The band was still playing music as we stopped. Terrance was yelling at the apartment. "Little pig, little pig! Let us in! Or we'll huff, and we'll puff, and we'll kick the shit out of you!" He yells as everyone is throwing rocks at the windows.

When the people that we're pursuing don't come out, the golf team complains to Turbo. Each of them pissing him off with every comment ending in his name. He gets up and pulls his axe out yelling. After he does that, Barry and I noticed a water balloon being hurled through the air. Then I see who threw it. Wesley Fists.

Realization hits me. I jump off of the truck as everyone is being doused in blood. I have to get to Wesley. One way or another. It was difficult to dodge all of the blood being sprayed. I definitely got some on me.

I'm pretty sure Wesley noticed me in the crowd. He motioned to the side of the building, I assumed that's where they would escape.

Ghoulies then start attacking due to all of the blood. I make sure to run as fast as I can towards the stairs around the corner of the building. I decided to hang back while I listend to their plan. Not wasting any time after someone on a skateboard speeds off, I catch up to Wesley and a little girl with pink highlights. "Who the hell are you?" The girl asks.

"A friend of Wesley's. I'm coming with you guys." I glare at the girl, who is only a small bit shorter than me. Damn I'm short.

"The hell you are!" She exclaims as we're still running towards the mall. Wesley just looks at us confused.

While I'm still glaring at her, I point to her menacingly. "Suck it up bitch, I'm the best protection against Turbo that you have."

"You don't have a say in this, Angelica. She's coming with." Wesley intervenes. We near the mall running through the parking lot. When we got to the door, it was locked. "Damn, these some chain chains." Wesley pulls on the chains locking the doors.
"Dead end."

"There's a sale. Ten percent off Groove pants at Lululemon." We snap put heads behind us focussing on the ghoulie walking towards us. Angelica readies her flamethrower.