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capter 9 Be etle

"Fucking talk, you damn Dreamcatcher mutant!"

The angry little goblin creature with a fuckin' monkass wrench in his hand swings it at my jaw and gives me a good fuckin' whack. I feel like he knocked some of my good pearly whites out and I spit 'em out.

Three really sharp teeth get spat on the floor and my oily blood pools outta my mouth.

"How many more teeth does this motherfucker got?! They're like fucking shark teeth!" The goon starts angrily cussin' as he's tryin' to break me.

This is the exact same house that we broke into and I shot Jimmy. What a fuckin' bitch.

"Get the new guy in here! I can't stand being around this asshole! It's his mess and he can clean it himself. I'm done!"

The goon throws the wrench onto the ground and he exits the basement. It's pretty fuckin' dark in here, but I can see pretty good in the dark. I'm tied to a chair usin' duct tape coverin' my entire body like a strait jacket.

Those motherfuckas learned what happened when they only tied my hands. Heh, poor gangsters had their blood splattered on the walls before they could even mutter a word out of their mouths.

So I wait for this "new guy". Sounds like somebody put a hit on me for somethin'. That's not any new news. They could've just killed me, but they know what fuckin' stupid move that'd be. James don't really like me and he wants me to serve him for the rest of time, and it'd spark a really, really fuckin' big turf war.

Bam! The doors are kicked wide open. A big guy starts walkin' in front of me. I make a big gob of oil blood and I spit on him immediately. I hope that fucka was wearing a good suit.

And then I hear his familiar voice.

"I h- had to do it, Stretcher. You're too dangerous. To everyone. To her. This is for your own good, you need to know that. You're a psycho, Stretcher."

I don't even need to start on this dumbass.

"Giiiive up on your fuckin' ominous entry. You're Beer Belly. I fuckin' should've known. Fuck do ya want with me anyway, huh?! Ya fuckin' idiot, now Cuffs will be on your ass! If I could clap right now I fuckin' would!"

Some fear flickas over his eye. Oho, this fuckas DEAD.

"Shut up! We can't kill you, but we've got other ways to shut you up."

He reaches into his coat and he pulls out a picture of..

This motherfucka.

"What the hells your deal with her?! This moth girl? Pippa? Huh?! Fucking tell me!"

So that's what this asshole is concerned about. Heheh, this poor fuckin' bastard.

"Yyyyou fuckin' moron, I thought it was clear as day I don't like her. I fuckin' hate her. You were just being annoyin' that day so I put ya in your place with a bottle to the head."

"O- oh yeah?! Well, we already sent people out to bring her here!"

This piece of fuckin' shit. This. Piece. OF. FUCKIN'. SHIT. I start fuckin' thrashing around in my seat tryin' to break outta the fuckin' duct tape.

"Yeah, you told me y- you didn't like her at all. You're a liar, Stretcher. You're no good for her or anyone."

"I.. so this is what this is about! Ya fuckin' like her! How the hell am I in the fuckin' way?! She wouldn't have liked your fat ass in the first place, even if I wasn't in the fuckin' picture!"

"And you told me that you didn't care about her! Y'know, "boss" you've always been at my throat since the day I joined the Dreamcatchers. Maybe we could change the hit to.. kill Pippa."

"Yyyyou. Wouldn't. Fuckin'. Do. That."

Ooooh, he's gettin' me riled up. "Yyyyou. Fuckin'. Wouldn't."

"YYYYYOU. FUCKIN'! WOULD FUCKIN' WOULDN'T!"

And just like that, I start strugglin'. I start wriggling around, extra arms formin' outta my back, the duct tape barely holdin' together.

"O- oh shit! I'm out of here! Deal with this!" Beer Belly makes a break for it. I break outta my duct tape and I get outta my stupid little chair.

"Hey! Get B.B. out of here! Kill this motherfucker, this is for the boys we lost!" screams one of their goons.

I extend some extra arms outta my back. I send one screamin' down towards a poor bastard and I impale his fuckin' gut. The guy let's out a gasp and some screams before he fuckin' dies.

They start shootin' at me and they light me up a few times. It feels like I got sucker punched and then the searin' pain kicks in.

That hurts like a motherfuckin' rock to the balls.

I send the rest of my arms towards the rest of these fuckwads. I got a no tolerance for bullshit policy and these guys are violatin' it. With the snap of the neck, impalin' of the heart, and a small hint, not too much. but just enough asphyxiation, the rooms clear of bullshit spewin' fuckwads.

I retract my extra arms and they just schloop into my back and disappear. It's a fuckin' mess in this room. These fuckwads are pissin' me off and they're about to fuckin' pay. I hear rustlin' upstairs and I can tell they're getting more people.

The more the fuckin' merrier.

One of the guys that I just fuckin' bumped off had my Tommy Gun. Fucka thought he could use my gun. I pick it up and I wipe off his filthy blood off it's beautiful silver coatin.' It's time to clean the gene pool.

There's also a canista' of gasoline nearby and I guess that could be useful later. When you're low on self esteem, ya run on gasoline. Or mac and cheese. That works too. Fuck you, by the way. I pick the gas and my Tommy Gun up.

Three of 'em rush down the cella' stairs and I'm quicker to the trigger then they are. I aim and hold the trigger, cuttin' them down before they can even talk.

I move over their Swiss cheesed bodies and I go upstairs, but I also douse the bodies and the stairs, makin' a trail of gasoline. Ya know where this is goin'.

...

Yeah, I did a number on 'em. I smoked a whole bunch of guys and doused each room with gasoline. I   shove the gun into one of the last gangstas' mouth. He babbles on, beggin' for mercy, but there's none.

Not here.

" Il Capo manda i suoi saluti." I mutter. Just like Jimmy, I pull the trigger and he falls backwards. There's nobody left to kill.

Beer Belly fled like a fuckin' coward. Cuffs will take care of 'em, if not, I'll do it myself. He's a dead man. I take out my silva' lighta' and I flick it.

BANG! BANG!

Fuck! I crumple onto the ground shot twice in the fuckin' back! I bite my lip in pain and I angrily turn around to see..

Pippa.