the return to freddys: retold

chapter 7

Buisness was as usual, other than the looming presence of alison and his gang. They occupied a motel down the street, and kept an eye on henry and the others. After their shift, henry and alison sat alone in his office, alisons feet kicked up on his desk, and drinking a large bottle of vodka.

"What do you really want?.." henry finally asked. "I know who you are after talking to my employee vincent.. your a serial killer who runs some sort of gang in new york. What would you want with me and my buisness?.." alison laughed loudly, before energetically jumping up from his seat and slammed his hands on the desk.

"Isnt it obvious henry? Money. I want your buisness, for the money..."
He took another swig of vodka, but before henry could reply alison cut him off. "I WANT- this buisness, to make it grow... expand, to make more and more profit, whilst also using it for my, own uses.." henry scowled at him, "you mean criminal uses?.." alison put his drink on the table, and gently circled around henry and the desk. "You see henry, i may be a criminal but i am no savage like those you see follow me. I am a man who has seen humanity for what it truly is, and im here to capitalize on it... besides, you have no choice but to work with me, remember?.."

Henry stood up, his fist clenched, he didnt like being threatened anymore, especially by some skinny little jacket wearing asshole. Henry pointed at alison, "you have until tonight to leave, if you dont the police will be notified!" This struck a cord in alison, he reached over the desk and grabbed henry by his yellow desk, pulling him over and getting ontop of him, punching him into submission. One punch, was all it took, to bring blood to henrys beard.

Alison got close to henrys face to hear his slow breathing, "do not, fucking test me boy..." alison stood up, and rubbed his knuckles a moment nefore turning back, watching henry slowly stand up. "Let this be a warning... next time, ill put a bullet in your skull." Alison made a finger gun, and pointed it at henry, before laughing a moment, and leaving the office.

Henry stood up, and wiped the blood from his lips, this was to serve as henrys first and last warning, and henry would not forget it.