09-28-2013, 05:36 PM
*LJ Havok just woke up from being unconscious and was tied down to his computer chair in his own house..In his own room. And there were three masked men surrounding him. One was fat, one was medium built, and the other was about average. LJ Havok laughed inside his head. He wondered if they really thought their stupid disguises were working..They were just there the week before. And when you have a group that varied in weight like that. It's kind of obvious. Regardless here Havok was. He was no longer thinking about Monday's match. He was thinking of how to get himself out of this predictament. Gilmour was nowhere near and Cam Lang was in Canada for the weekend relaxing. And Dre was gone. LJ Havok had no idea of what to do. And smallest the men speaks up.*
:::Skinny Man:::
Ya cracked the code yet, snitch?!
*He slaps Havok in the face. He struggles but he is unable to free himself and then the skinny man slaps him again. Then the fatter of the men walks up.*
:::Fat Man:::
It was just a matter of time. This time you fucked up by not snitchin'. By the way fellas, go ahead an take off these damn masks. It's obvious who it is..
:::LJ Havok:::
No fucking shit. I knew who you motherfuckers were when you were here last week. I didn't bring that shit up because I don't want people to know.
*The three guys unmask and the average bald man walks up and punches Havok in the bridge of the nose.*
:::Bald Man:::
Didn't want em to know what? That you're a sociopath? That you will sell your own kind out...Nah. You don't want them to know that you're a murderer.
:::LJ Havok:::
It's not like that anymore. Michael, I fucking told you after it happend. I told you it was a mistake. Never a-fucking-gain.. I just don't see why you are so fucking hung up on it.
:::Michael:::
That drug dealer you killed in Memphis was my fucking brother. I let the shit go for the longest time, Lee. You went to prison on drug charges. Everything was right with the world. I got word that you were released and started a band.. I figured since you were back hanging with the morons from high school you'd get brought up on drug charges again.. But you didn't in fact when the others started doing coke again you left the band..What got me was when I saw you on fucking tv. Still I distanced myself...Then I hear you came back to Mississippi and played hero against that fat nerd.. We are all in jeapordy because you didn't pull the God damn trigger! Why the fuck?! You can kill my fucking brother but you can't kill someone who has caused us nothing, but grief?! Fuck you, Lee! That's why Steve, Miles, and myself are still here. We knew it wouldn't be long until you were home alone so we waited. It was just icing on the cake that you are drunk..
*The fat one who was just revealed to be Miles pulls a gun out of his pocket and hands it to the guy named Steve.*
:::Miles:::
You see..I never liked you. And I never trusted you, but for some reason these guys did. It has been a pleasure fighting against you, Lee. Hell, I'm surprised that professional wrestlers can fight! Those guys that were here last week were legit. But you're not.. You are nothing but a waste of perfectly good oxygen..
*Miles smacks him in the face and then stand back laughing. Steve hits Havok with the butt of the gun in the mouth. Moments later blood is dripping from Havok's mouth and he is feeling disbelief. He is shaking his head thinking to himself that this can't be happening. LJ finally manages to talk through the blood.*
:::LJ Havok:::
Michael, your "brother" pulled a gun on me. What was I supposed to do? Let him fucking shoot me! And as far as the snitch bullshit goes.. I have a career now. I don't wanna get pegged with murder. I actually like my life now. I mean I'm sorry and shit but there's no shit I can do about it now..so go ahead and kill me!
*There is silence among the three like they are thinking.*
:::LJ Havok:::
I said fucking kill me you
! If you are going to kill me do it! It's not that hard. Take that fucking gun you got right there and press that son of a bitch to my forehead. Then blammo!
:::Michael:::
Shut the fuck up! We're not ready for that. We'll kill ya ass when we're good and damn well ready.
:::LJ Havok:::
What's the matter, Mikey? You're a fucking pussy? Michael is getting cold feet. I never thought I would see it. You see this poor fuck here you two? That's your leader. The guy leading you two into battle is a damned coward.
*Michael gets up in Havok's face with an intense look in his eyes. Havok looks back smiling knowing that he has Michael pegged.*
:::Michael:::
Watch what you say.. We have the power now you little bitch. We're going to make you suffer like that little bitch cousin of your's did.. Yeah I was there when he was murdered.. I was the getaway driver. Which is one of the biggest fucking reasons that Ethan being in jail is a bad deal for me.. See I know the guys name. You didn't even bother. And now you are gonna die!
*Havok spits his blood/spit in Michael's face and is headbutted in return and the chair flips backwards. LJ hits the ground with a thud. Steve proceeds to lift LJ back up.*
:::Steve:::
I hope you see now. None of this is about you. It's about saying out of jail and avenging a family member's death.
:::LJ Havok:::
Well I hope you inbred hillbilly fucks are happy. I really do because when you kill me my friends will come looking for you..And that is only if the cops do not get to you first. So do as you wish but I will not beg for my life like some bitch. Fuck you! I hope you all rot in Hell! KILL ME NOW!
*Miles pulls a syringe out of a backpack that is laying on Havok's bed and prepares it. He hands it off to Michael. Michael is chuckling in amusement.*
:::Michael:::
Not just yet. We wanna dismember you like Nathan. Be patient...
*Michael injects Havok in the vein in his arm. Soon Havok faded off in a haze. Dreaming dreams that were more like nightmares. He saw his past and all of the people he hurt. He saw that fat fuck Ethan. He saw his career that was now in shambles due to his personal life. His life that was now in jeopardy. A few times through his slumber he would fade in and out or so it seemed. He thought he heard Andre Chambers...Was he there?*
TO BE CONTINUED
:::Skinny Man:::
Ya cracked the code yet, snitch?!
*He slaps Havok in the face. He struggles but he is unable to free himself and then the skinny man slaps him again. Then the fatter of the men walks up.*
:::Fat Man:::
It was just a matter of time. This time you fucked up by not snitchin'. By the way fellas, go ahead an take off these damn masks. It's obvious who it is..
:::LJ Havok:::
No fucking shit. I knew who you motherfuckers were when you were here last week. I didn't bring that shit up because I don't want people to know.
*The three guys unmask and the average bald man walks up and punches Havok in the bridge of the nose.*
:::Bald Man:::
Didn't want em to know what? That you're a sociopath? That you will sell your own kind out...Nah. You don't want them to know that you're a murderer.
:::LJ Havok:::
It's not like that anymore. Michael, I fucking told you after it happend. I told you it was a mistake. Never a-fucking-gain.. I just don't see why you are so fucking hung up on it.
:::Michael:::
That drug dealer you killed in Memphis was my fucking brother. I let the shit go for the longest time, Lee. You went to prison on drug charges. Everything was right with the world. I got word that you were released and started a band.. I figured since you were back hanging with the morons from high school you'd get brought up on drug charges again.. But you didn't in fact when the others started doing coke again you left the band..What got me was when I saw you on fucking tv. Still I distanced myself...Then I hear you came back to Mississippi and played hero against that fat nerd.. We are all in jeapordy because you didn't pull the God damn trigger! Why the fuck?! You can kill my fucking brother but you can't kill someone who has caused us nothing, but grief?! Fuck you, Lee! That's why Steve, Miles, and myself are still here. We knew it wouldn't be long until you were home alone so we waited. It was just icing on the cake that you are drunk..
*The fat one who was just revealed to be Miles pulls a gun out of his pocket and hands it to the guy named Steve.*
:::Miles:::
You see..I never liked you. And I never trusted you, but for some reason these guys did. It has been a pleasure fighting against you, Lee. Hell, I'm surprised that professional wrestlers can fight! Those guys that were here last week were legit. But you're not.. You are nothing but a waste of perfectly good oxygen..
*Miles smacks him in the face and then stand back laughing. Steve hits Havok with the butt of the gun in the mouth. Moments later blood is dripping from Havok's mouth and he is feeling disbelief. He is shaking his head thinking to himself that this can't be happening. LJ finally manages to talk through the blood.*
:::LJ Havok:::
Michael, your "brother" pulled a gun on me. What was I supposed to do? Let him fucking shoot me! And as far as the snitch bullshit goes.. I have a career now. I don't wanna get pegged with murder. I actually like my life now. I mean I'm sorry and shit but there's no shit I can do about it now..so go ahead and kill me!
*There is silence among the three like they are thinking.*
:::LJ Havok:::
I said fucking kill me you
! If you are going to kill me do it! It's not that hard. Take that fucking gun you got right there and press that son of a bitch to my forehead. Then blammo!:::Michael:::
Shut the fuck up! We're not ready for that. We'll kill ya ass when we're good and damn well ready.
:::LJ Havok:::
What's the matter, Mikey? You're a fucking pussy? Michael is getting cold feet. I never thought I would see it. You see this poor fuck here you two? That's your leader. The guy leading you two into battle is a damned coward.
*Michael gets up in Havok's face with an intense look in his eyes. Havok looks back smiling knowing that he has Michael pegged.*
:::Michael:::
Watch what you say.. We have the power now you little bitch. We're going to make you suffer like that little bitch cousin of your's did.. Yeah I was there when he was murdered.. I was the getaway driver. Which is one of the biggest fucking reasons that Ethan being in jail is a bad deal for me.. See I know the guys name. You didn't even bother. And now you are gonna die!
*Havok spits his blood/spit in Michael's face and is headbutted in return and the chair flips backwards. LJ hits the ground with a thud. Steve proceeds to lift LJ back up.*
:::Steve:::
I hope you see now. None of this is about you. It's about saying out of jail and avenging a family member's death.
:::LJ Havok:::
Well I hope you inbred hillbilly fucks are happy. I really do because when you kill me my friends will come looking for you..And that is only if the cops do not get to you first. So do as you wish but I will not beg for my life like some bitch. Fuck you! I hope you all rot in Hell! KILL ME NOW!
*Miles pulls a syringe out of a backpack that is laying on Havok's bed and prepares it. He hands it off to Michael. Michael is chuckling in amusement.*
:::Michael:::
Not just yet. We wanna dismember you like Nathan. Be patient...
*Michael injects Havok in the vein in his arm. Soon Havok faded off in a haze. Dreaming dreams that were more like nightmares. He saw his past and all of the people he hurt. He saw that fat fuck Ethan. He saw his career that was now in shambles due to his personal life. His life that was now in jeopardy. A few times through his slumber he would fade in and out or so it seemed. He thought he heard Andre Chambers...Was he there?*
TO BE CONTINUED