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11-27-2010, 04:52 PM | #11 |
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2PM.
I don't know what's gonna go down in an hr so I better take advantage of the telephone call now. I'm outta here in an hr, you'd think they'd give me my damn cell phone back and let me use that. Instead I have this douchebag in a ma and pa precinct staring me down as I pick up the pay phone. Like to kick his ass too. C'mon pick up.. "Hello?" "Misty, it's Nicky..from the club about a week ago?" "Nicky! I was trying to get in touch with you! I can't believe what happened I'm so sorry hun." "The fight? It's no big deal I'm outta here in a bit." "Fight, what fight? Honey your place is torched. I came by after my shift around 2 AM. It was out by then but it looked bad. I cried when the fireman told me about your dog." "What about my dog." "Oh honey I'm sorry" her voice was cracking and she started to cry, I felt it in my chest, then that awful feeling landed in my stomach. "He's gone babe, he burnt in the fire, they couldn't get him out and..." Click. I shouldve never let that cocksucker go. Where is 3 PM already. 2:45, I'm pacing in my cell, drop down do a few push ups then walk in circles some more.."COME ON ALREADY!" I can't believe it, I can't believe after what I did to them they would have the balls to come at me like this "I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!" "Let's go asshole your ride's here...nothing to sign just get the hell out" The cell swings open and I walk down the hall, and head to the lobby. I can see Monkeywrench on his cell sitting on his custom. There is a V-ROD next to him. No one else. "Ya made it mate, and here I am jus like I toldja" "Hey, I don't know where we're going but before we do anything I need to stop home 1st and check something out" "No problem, after that you follow me. Remember the bar? Gonna stay straight passed it and make your 1st left down that wooded road. There's a boat house and dock on the swamp. Follow me there from your place" "Ok..let's go" I give it ignition and see rumbles right up. My mind is going a mile a minute, I'm about to sit and I notice some switches on the throttle side of the bars. "Hey what are these toggle switches?" "Cloaking device, no worries she's disconnected." Cloaking device? I don't care gotta get home. I don't care about the bike, I don't care how the hell they got me out of there, I don't care about the fact I'm still in someones dried blood and day old clothes and I don't care about the stripper I hung up on. I need to get home fast. I put it in gear and rip out of the lot, Monkeywrench follows but keeps about a 2 bike distance the whole time. I have a feeling he's "observing" my riding and maybe making sure I'm not gonna make a fast break with a free bike. My thoughts race and my mind is blank at the same time. I didn't catch one light and I feel like I can't even remember the 20 min ride when I pull up to the shop. It's black and burnt. I kill my bike...and you know the rest. "I'm ready" "It's all gonna work out mate, always does for us. See ya at the spot..try and keep up!" My mind is blank, my mouth is dry and my stomach is in knots. I don't even know where to begin with a thought. They got in, used my own gas and chemicals to start the fire, locked the place down and left. They knew the dog was in there. Sure, if I was in there I could almost not blame em. You're at war with me! The dog had nothing to do with nothing. I can't imagine how his intelligent eyes mustve looked while he was filling up with smoke. How he dealt with being in that cage while the fires blazed. I'm so sorry Fixer. I'm so sorry I tried to reform myself and use you to do it. You paid the price for my anger and my scumbag ways. I wish I could feel your pain, I wish you knew how guilty I felt over this. What kind of guy runs from a fight and then gets revenge by killing a defenseless dog? The kind of guy that has the worst day of his short fucking life commin'. I swear to God, to Fixer and to everything else in this shitty world I'm going to kill Chief slowly. I tried to change, I tried to ignore what I was and be something I can never be. All that did was hurt something innocent. As Monkeywrench kicks up some dust and goes from 1st to 2nd I follow close behind. I can't get to the spot fast enough. I'm ready for whatever they have for me. I just have to ask one favor in exchange for my eternal allegiance. |
11-27-2010, 05:49 PM | #12 |
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great stuff man,can't wait to read more.
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11-27-2010, 05:56 PM | #13 |
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If that's the end, it's a story well told.
But I really hope it keeps going. |
11-27-2010, 08:43 PM | #14 |
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We rode single file onto the rickety pier into the boat house and killed the engines.
Nothing special, just a large wooden cabin with a CB Radio inside, open enough to park a few bikes, some chairs and what looked like a work bench with various crap littered on it. Monkeywrench got off his bike, stretched and put his shades ontop of his head. "Ahhhh the halfway house mate! Look under the bench, should be a box with a pair jeans and a T under it for ya. Go back outside and theres a shower head on the side of the house...get cleaned up, you're worse then Road Pig." Sounds like a plan. I turn the valve and the low pressure warm water runs all over me. I look down and see the dried War Monger blood streaking down my legs. It's helping me remember and plan. I get cleaned up and dry off with a rag that was hanging on the pipe..better than nothin. Into a pair of jeans that fit right, a black sleevless t-shirt a bit too tight and back into my worn Timberlands. "Look much much better mate, now we can talk." "Yeah I got stuff I gotta say" "You wanna kill the War Mongers, we wanna kill the War Mongers, we're gonna kill the bloody War Mongers, how's that?" "That's perfect" "You have any...ehhh..military training?" "No" "Ever handle a machine gun?" "Yeah once, just target shooting." "Good, you're gonna learn. Fixer ya gonna learn all sorts o things. I see youre pretty good with the Hong Kong Phooey hocus pocus hands hahah" Monkeywrench doing his best "fist of fury" imitation. "Hmmmph" My arms crossed, I chuckle, it was the 1st time I had an emotion aside from disgust and anger in days. I still listin intently. "Yeah you can say that, I've had my share of brawls and some martial arts training" "Now 'ats good to know! Big cheese and you already got somethin in common!" "Big cheese?" "He's away on business right now, down in the Gulf but you'll meet em. I contacted him as soon as I saw ya in action and he personally put me in charge of...drafting you. Which is why I'm up your arse now." "Who the fuck are you guys? Another MC? I mean come on man you bail me out like nothing. You talk about cloaking devices, a leader in the Gulf, if I know how to use a machine gun, can't you just talk fuckin straight to me?" "Hahaha..yep. We're the Dreadnoks. Outlaw MC, mercenaries for hire, Cobra affiliated and not to be fucked with, AND my friend we want you to be one of us!" "That so?" "Yes mate yes! Not only that, we want to murder those mother whorin' War Mongers as much as you do!" "Then why didn't you help?" "Ever hear the story about the bull askin his ol' man about runnin' down the hill and fuckin a cow?..It woulda worked like that. What's the point of killin Chief and some punks then, when we can wait a bit and kill em all?" There's some static comming through the CB radio and I see Monkeywrench squint and listin, he breaks eye contact with me for the 1st time since we've been in the boat house. "So you gonna tell me what you got against the War Mongers?" "Sure mate. Well for one, their flyin colors and aint kickin up to us. They came out of nowheres with no bloody persmission and lastly, listin good here Fix...lastly every single cheeky bastard who wants to fly colors, ride a bike and operate underground from here to L.A. has to pay for the privledge. War Mongers don't." I smile because I know we're on the same page and I'm begining to see a light at the end of this tunnel. Maybe as crazy as this all sounds, maybe..I found a home. "Quite frankly I hate those lil pricks anyway so it will just be--" Then again out of the CB radio, more white noise followed by a clear, slightly muffled speaking voice. PSSSSSHHHHHTTT BEEP! BEEP! "Copperhead to boathouse" "G'head Copperhead, Monkeywrench copys" "Bout a mile away and will be switching to idle speed at the 1/4 mile marker" Monkeywrench holds the mic to his chest and peaks out the window as more white noise comes through the speaker. "Boat on it's way?" I get the "1 minute" hand gesture, still he's lookin out the window. "Copy 'at Copperhead, we'll be waiting on the dock" "Recieved, Copperhead out" "So we're on the same page then?" "Sounds like it...fuck..what do I got to lose?" "An' everything to gain matey" Monkeywrench gives me a pat on the shoulder and a look in the eye. I get the feeling if I fuck up, it's his ass. Which is good for him, because the minute I knew War Mongers would die? I chose to not fuck up. "Let's go..rides gonna be here soon" I stand outside on the dock, watching the Crane fly by the still swamp water. It's picture perfect. A small island dead ahead seperates the swamp into two seperate canals. I hear it 1st...it sounds like a mix of a helicopter and the idle of a Top Fuel dragster. WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP Then from the left side canal I see it...green, armed out of it's ass and looks fast standing still. "What the fuck is that?!" "'Ats a Water Mocasin! An it's the meanest bloody thing to come atta this swamp! Next ta Dreadnoks of course!" The hulking yet sleek looking boat starts turning around and gliding backwards to the dock..even at an idle I gotta put my head down with that damn fan on the ass of it. Monkeywrench yells into my ear "Hop on and hold on...time ta meet the family, gotta survive em 1st!! Haha..HAHAHA" I get a slap on the back and I can see he's as happy as a pig in shit to get on this thing. He climbs into the turret and he's all grins. I can barely see the driver. I assume that's "Copperhead". All I can see is the top of his helmet at this point. I jump on the side and Monkeywrench gives me a grin and a wave just like a little kid would. He loves this...and for the 1st time in a few days, I'm shitting in my pants. I take a seat on the side and we idle out of there. Just as we pass the island I see Copperheads arm come out. He holds his index finger up and gestures in a circular motion. The fan kicks on and it seems the entire hull comes out of the water a few feet. My body is vibrating and theres a knot in my stomach. It's a slow take off and then I'm forced to keep my head down. The white wake and smell of swamp water and deafining sound of a Chevy 350 with open headers and a worked cam is all I take in. Wherever we're going, we're going fast. Time to meet the family. |
11-28-2010, 02:17 AM | #15 |
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this is some good shit man keep it coming
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11-28-2010, 12:19 PM | #16 |
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We got back down to idle speed and Copperhead pulled us close to the small dock. Monkeywrench hopped out and bent over extending a hand. I got up on to the dock and looked around, looked like an island with a camp on it. Nothing much.
"Where the hell are we? Cuba? Long ride" "Heheh, nah mate you're at headquarters we stay hidden back here and got all sorts a stuff goin on, come on we do a quick meet and greet then get down to the nitty gritty." Down to the nitty gritty, I know that's gonna be interesting. We walk across the dock down a ramp onto some pavement, no doubt paved for motorcycles and head to the 1st large building which looks like a 3 bay garage. So out here in the middle of a swamp they have what seems to be a pretty damn elaborate garage. I'm both shocked and impressed. Don't get me wrong the outside is a pretty delapidated brick building, but inside? 2 bays, 1 with an auto lift, 1 with a few bike lifts and the last one is over the water with something parked inside that looks like a mix of a small boat and a helicopter. There are a few cabins and smaller buildings to both the right and the left, kinda like a make shift culdesac. We walk inside and I see Buzzer on a milk crate working on a Harley. "Hey hey hey, da prodigal son!" "What's up Buzzer." I put out my hand and he gets up to greet me with a hand shake that turns into a one armed hug. "Nada much matey, ready to slug it out wif the best a da least?" Slug it out? "Uhhh..slug it out the code word for meet everyone?" Monkeywrench goes into the shop office and I hear rummaging around, file cabniets being opened and slammed...."I just saw the bloody things..." "Nah Fix, slug it out means we gotta pit ya against a few a us and....make sure" I understand. "Sounds like fun. I mean after no sleep, jail time, my dog gettin killed and all" "Hey mate, all jokes aside I really am sorry bout cha' place an a pup too..sorry mate, sorry" He put his head down and I couldn't tell if he was saying what he thought he was supposed to say or if he was serious. He wrapped his arms around me and patted my back. I could tell he might not be playing with a full deck, but I do believe that he felt bad for me. I didn't feel so alone. I looked at him and in that instant thought..yeah, I'd fight for you. Monkeywrench came back out of the office and under hand tossed a pair of black fingerless MMA gloves at me. "Found em, have at em Fix" "I need these?" "Yeah I don' wantcha bustin' up ya knuckles and I'm sure no one wants bare fists on a face. Had to pay these guys a bonus ta do this ya know. Well, everyone cept Road Pig. Told him he'd get a movie night with Zarana if he did. Which is more an likely BS hehehe!" Again with Road Pig! I can't wait to meet this guy already. "Ok, whatever man lets just get this part of it over with" "Right, an afterwards...it's gonna be pretty nice man. We'll find your strongest point an outfit ya for it!" He tosses me a bottle of water and I follow him past a small cabin right on the water. "All started in this here little one...can't go in there till later though" Looks small and run down...then again everything around here is turning out to be pretty damn deceptive. We walk through some mud and get to small flat grassy area behind the cabins. "Aye Wrench aye Fix!" "Ripper you got em commin'?" "Yes sir Wrench, on their way and Torch did the honors!" Torch is crouched down messing with the Oxygen tank on his back pack. I take it the large circle of burnt and flattened grass is what he meant by doing the honors. Ripper approaches me and gives me a stiff upper lip grin and extends his hand. "Hope ya do well mate, love ta work wit cha' sometime" "Thanks" "Me name's Torch, saw ya work, brilliant stuff mate." "Thanks Torch.." We shake hands and before I can let go he tightens his grip and leans inwards.. "'Tween you an I? 1st guy is total wanker, bust em up!" "I'll try my best Torch" I give him a smile, velco up my gloves and take a sip from the bottle. Monkeywrench puts his fingers in his mouth and gives a loud whistle. "A few more spectators should be commin'..The fighters will come out one atta time for a few rounds then, I ain't gonna lie to ya..it's gonna get hairy. When they tap or leave the area--they're done. Can't have ya killin our guys." "Ok" Now I have pre-fight jitters and Im getting antsy. "Aintcha worried bout what happens if ya lose?" "Not gonna lose" "Heheh..atta boy" I get a love slap on the shoulder and he walks away. I see a few more line up against the 2 sections of picket fence that stand there randomly. Monkeywrench points and runs off names quickly. "You'll get the formal BS later...That's Burnout, ya know Ripper, know Buzzer, 'ats Gnawgyhide, the little princess is Zanya, 'ats Storm Rider..last new guy 'fore you, little lady is Zarana and uhhh...her brother Zandar is here...somewhere I'm sure. Last guy you know is Copperhead an the rest ain't around." I give a wave similar to what a boxer does when his name is announced. I get some claps from Ripper and Torch and a "Lets see a good fuckin' fight!" from Burnout. "Ok!! 3 min rounds, then last man standing! No holds barred!" He looks at me and I nod "ok" "First fighter...enter the area!" Here he comes from behind the cabin out onto the grass, big dude. Looks way too confident..and slightly ridiculous. I can hear the other 'Noks giggle and talk quietly. He enters the burnt grass area and pops his neck, clinches his fists and spits in my direction. That stupid shit already made me mad. "Who are you? Jack fuckin' Sparrow?" " No. Morgan fucking Teach..but you can call me Zanzibar!" "Ready!" Monkeywrench points to me "Ready!" same for Zanzibar. "Then let's rumble!!" Round 1, here we go... |
11-28-2010, 09:44 PM | #17 |
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"Come on no Fixer, prove ya' self!!"
"Let's go Zanzibar, earn ya f'in' keep fa' once!" Heckling and holler'n just like an old time fight. Zanzibar approaches me in real linear movements, he steps forward and steps back. Me, I do my thing, guard up boxer's stance, stay focused and watch his upper body. WHAM..WHAM! Sonuvabitch jabs like a pro, caught 2 lefts to the bridge of my nose. His form is like a pro, his impact didn't do anything but make me mad. "Yeah baby! Mix it up on his ass!" I hear Burnout from the background, then he gets drowned out by the rest of them getting rowdy. I haven't thrown a punch yet. C'mon, gimme something to work with. He starts with the jabs again, perfect. He throws a left, I parry that to the side with my right, jump up and crack him on the side of his head with a left. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. "Oooooohhh!!!!!....10 to 1 on Fixer endin' this thing right now!" "I got that bet," "Yeah me too!" The pirate is on his knees and out of respect I give him a second and keep my guard up. That was stupid. I move in slow and he grabs my leg and throws me up, I land on my back. "Oooof!!" Next thing he's on top of me. Wailing at my head but it's sloppy and uncontrolled. He's still feeling it from the shot I gave him before. I get his arm extended and try for a triangle hold. "Th-Th-think you're gonna ch-choke me oouut?" "Grrr..I know I am" "Ok then..I'm ack..I'm out!" I let him out of it and get to my feet. He does the same thing, only he pulls out a long dagger from his boot. "I never said nuthin' bout bein out Wrench, dis punks lyin!" "Oooohhhhh!!! Dat's no fair Zanzibar! 'taint sportsman like attall!...Fair fightin' ya cheeky bastard!" His dagger slices and whirs through the air. I just keep dancing and backing up. Now I can see why his fighting style was so linear. This guy is actually fencing. Either he's a real damn pirate, or he's seen too many movies. Can't think about it, he's damn fast with the blade and it looks sharp. WHIR WHIR WHIR...now he's just getting sloppy and gassing his own punk ass out. WHIR! Caught it! I catch his blade hand and open him up, he comes across with a sloppy high punch, I duck, come up and throw everything I got into a straight punch into his ribs. I know I cracked it. "I'M OUT!!!!" The minute I felt that rib pop he screamed, dropped the knife and again fell to his knees. This time I keep my foot on the blade and grab his pony tail. "You sure you're out this time!? You sure or are you ready for a haircut" In winded, high pitched cracked breathe "I'm out mate, you win...you win" I let him go and back up. I admit I like the applause and ovation I get from my peers. "Well done mate! Ready for round 2!" "Yeah I'm ready bring him out and lemme...Oooof!!!" Something wrapped around my ankles! Dropped me onto the ground face first...legs stuck together..what the fuck is going on here!? Vision is blurred and now the screaming is intense..gotta get to my feet..gotta get to that dagger. Startin' Round 2 with my head burried in the ground and I have no clue what the hell is going on, not good... |
11-28-2010, 11:23 PM | #18 |
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Wow this good stuff. Me like.
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11-28-2010, 11:23 PM | #19 |
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need more
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11-28-2010, 11:40 PM | #20 |
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