Previously on Mark Flynn: Revenge

“Daddy…!”

“HEY. I HAVE NOT BEEN HANGING OUT WITH PETER GILMOUR, OKAY?”

”WHOA WHOAWHOAWHOA, DON'T PLEASE DON-“

“FUCK YOU!”

”He took out David…”

“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!”

"Like Charlie back in 'Nam...I know he's close... Spread out…"

“Space Invaders…”

“Help me grab some putters…”


And now… the next chapter of Mark Flynn: Revenge
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8:59 AM, 16231 North IH-35, Pflugerville, TX 78660

Austin’s Park-n-Pizza Experience

Okay…

Just have to… twist… the leg… Very carefully…

Dial 9 to get out…

…9…

1. 1.

Got it.

The Austin’s Parks-n-Pizza employee… Hog tied… Lying on the floor…

Had found a way to kick the phone off its handle…

The phone rings…
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“Dispatch, send a car to the 41st street HEB, apparently a homeless man broke in before the store op-“

“Calling all cars! Calling all cars! Be on the lookout for northbound car2go. Suspect hijacked vehicle and ejected two passengers fr-“

“U-1, SWAT is needed for high risk arrest at Austin Parks-n-Pizza Experience. Information Limited. Caller was unable to be understood. May be a hostage situation. Send at le-“

“KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER!”

A pair of rascals slip onto the track… Just after a go-kart driven by an obscenity obsessed maniac…

And in the opposite direction.
***
A sigh.

The cold midnight black orbs in his skull. Like a pair of marbles.

And a loving smile.

"Now then..."

“I’ve talked to those of you in need of the most help.”

“Now we can…”

Free-Win’s eyes shift over to the clock. And for just a moment, his smile disappears.

"Ah no... Look at the time..."

"This week together just flew by."

His smile returns… forlorn. He brushes some apple of his red button-up and wipes some scraps of bone off his khakis.

"I only got to really get some one-on-one time with a couple of you..."

"And only one of you really deserves some personalized instruction..."

"And I think we all know which one of you is going to get it."

"You know. The marginally talented one of you."

"But still. I don’t want the three of you that exist in the middle of the pack to feel ignored. To feel like you’re not worth the attention.”

“You’re all worth the very little amount of time it takes to find your flaws.”

“After all, you all had the decency to stay in my classroom."

"To listen quietly and respectfully."

"To keep your mouths shut this entire week."

"To not even try to step up against Free-Win Flynn."

“Even the two people I did verbally dismantle have kept respectfully quiet. Hoping that avoiding a direct rebuttal will prevent another lesson.”

"You’re all just praying that if you keep still and don't move, maybe I'll ignore you and you can go this week without learning anything."

"But I wouldn't be a good teacher if I didn't at least try to impart some knowledge and motivation on you young students."

"You're a good bunch. And you deserve some parting gifts. I want to inspire you kids."

"Everyone else would have given up on you. But not me. I want you to prove that you’re worth the assault you’re going to receive on Saturday.”

“I want you to go above and beyond what the world thinks you're capable of."

"I want you kids to shoot for the moon."

"But, it’s been a challenge for me. I can’t lie, you all seem to have a lot of difficulty getting into this curriculum..."

"You've been so... Docile. Patient."

"Quiet."

“And I can’t for the life of me understand why… It’s as if the fact that you’re outclassed does nothing to bring out the best in you.”

"Follow my logic all the way to its end...”

“The week started with Naith as the champion."

"And Bobby Zi has done an admirable job of heading to the guillotine pretending like he isn't going to be literally murdered on Saturday has been something to note."

"But when old Free-Win Flynn's name popped up on the schedule, when everyone else started thinking about how they were going to try and steal this one."

"Nobody was thinking about how they were possibly going to outdo former US champion John Austin."

"Nobody was worrying about having to step in the ring and go toe-to-toe with Michael McBride."

"No one was stressing out about what music video John Hoff would start off his promo with."

"From the beginning, all eyes were on one man."

"Free-Win Flynn."

"And in that respect."

"The X-Treme belt is mine to lose."

"And yours to try and steal and inevitably fail at."

"..."

"And still you're quiet? The fact that I'm already the X-Treme champion in the minds of millions doesn't force you out of your holes?"

"I've already won. This week is locked in and all six of you know it."

"Doesn't that tempt you? Doesn't the freedom of nothing this week mattering inspire you?"

"Doesn't the fact that Can't-Win is the defending champion, inspire you to pull out your best stuff? That maybe just maybe you can slip one past me?"

"Won't one of you try and seize the day? Carpe diem?"

"C'mon."

"This week is almost over and it feels like I'm the only one throwing punches."

"Jack Hoff, pull out your weirdest song, say your promo in the strangest, less understandable accent you can."

"So I have a snazzy tune on Saturday to play in my head as I mount you in the ring and deliver in with lead pipe shot after lead pipe until your face caves in."

"John Austin, make some more television appearances, call in some more favors. Write a god damned love letter to each and every one of those people in the crowd and read it before all of Austin, TX so they all know that you do it for them."

“So they’ll all have something to think about as I crush you temple with my lead pipe, re-fracturing your skull and sending you right back to the hospital.”

"Michael McBride. Step up. Pull out every stupid comment you might have. Pull out every bit you've worked on, every move you've spent years trying to master, your old mainstays and the new moves you’ve only ever dreamed of pulling off.”

“Leave everything out in the ring. Beat the world’s expectations, prove that you’re better than anyone out there possibly thought you could be.”

“Then, management will have a stellar performance to showcase for your 10-bell salute.”

“And closed casket funeral.”

"Poke your head out of the holes you’re hiding in. Hold your heads up high."

"So I can take them off.”

“And when you lie defeated, brutalized, crippled in the center of the ring.”

“I hope you’ll just barely…”

“Just narrowly.. Have enough higher mental function left after I’ve beaten you unconscious… For you to thank me.”

“Thanks Free-Win…”

"You taught us...so much..."
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The rascal scooter's top speed is around 30 miles an hour, while the go-kart Free-Win had been riding topped out at 40 miles an hour.

Griff, the HEB manager, riding on the back of the rascal scooter Phillip was driving, had figured this.

Which he grabbed a putter for him and Anton, riding on the back of the other rascal scooter.

And they were going to charge him coming the opposite direction. Like knights jousting.

Free-Win, eyes black, squinted… Hands steady on the steering wheel…

He trains his laser tag gun on Griff’s head…

Griff tucked away his putter and dropped behind Phillip’s seat… Phillip was correcting the wheel carefully as the bumps in the road threw them off course…

“DON’T GO OFF THIS LINE! STAY STRAIGHT ON AND I’LL TAKE HIS HEAD OFF!”

Griff called over to the rascal riding to his right…

“WE’RE GOING TO TAKE HIM ON BOTH SIDES! UNDERSTAND, ANTON?”

Anton cups his hand around his ear.

“WHAT?”

“HE GETS IT, LET’S JUST FUCKING DO THIS!”

200 feet away…
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“Enemy quickly advancing… What do we do, AdmiralVice Captain ?”

“Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.”

“That really doesn’t apply in this situation.”

“FIRE EVERYTHING!”

“Um. We have one laser so everything is kind o-“

“FIRE THAT THEN! REPETITIVELY AND AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE!”
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“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!”

Flynn’s laser…

Ineffectively lit a dim red circle onto Griff’s skull. Blinking on and off…

“Gotcha… Gotcha… Fuckin’ gotcha…”

Nadine carefully steers the rascal right on with Flynn…

Flynn carefully steers the car to the left…

As Griff holds the putter over his head, to the right of the rascal… Flynn too busy looking at Nadine’s approach…

Nadine passes... as Anton takes a wild shot with the putter!

Just as Flynn swings the laser tag gun...

And catches Anton across the temple!!!!!!!!!

Anton flops over unconscious from the blow...

Landing on Nadine.

"Baby... Baby! BABY! FUUUUU-"

The entire rascal destabilizes and flips over on the side of the track.
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“WE GOT ONE!”

First Mate general Flynn looks back to the Vice-Captain Admiral…

“WE GOT ONE!”

Vice-Captain Admiral Flynn turns from his computer, upon which he is playing a game of Galaga...

“GREAT ME! DON’T GET COCKY!”
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The weight of him dart over…

HE SWERVES TO DODGE THE!

Griff’s arm swings up…

AND COMES DOWN ONTO FLYNN’S GO-KART!
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The whole ship rumbles… The engine smokes from the inside… The cockpit rumbles…

“DIRECT HIT! THEY GOT US SIR!”

“CAN YOU SEE THE WHITES OF THEIR EYES YET?”

“…Again, I think that’s not the plan to have in this situation?”

“DO NOT FIRE UNTIL YOU SEE THE WHITE-“

“I GET IT!”
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The putter gets sent off hundreds of feet upon contact with the go-kart…

Griff pulls another one out of the bag… ten putters left…

“I TOOK OUT A PIECE OUT OF HIS ENGINE! FLIP AROUND AND PULL ALONGSIDE HIM”

“AYE AYE CAPTAIN!”

Phillip busts a bitch and stamps his foot onto the accelerator…

Flynn’s go-kart’s speed drops… oil leaks out the bottom…

The distance shrinks with each passing second…
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“They’re closing in on us, Captain…”

“Don’t fire until you see the whites of his eyes…”

“…SERIOUSLY, What are you talking about? We’re firing at a spaceship hundreds of thousands of miles away, we can’t see their eyes.”

“Then, don’t fire until you see the whites of the ship.”

“The ship is just white, I can see the whit-“

“THEN FIRE!”

“…God dammit, you are the worst captain. And I’m saying that aware of the fact that we’re the same person.”
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Griff pulls another putter out of the bag.

“WATCH OUT FOR HIS FUTURE GUN!”

Flynn turns and fires over and over again…

As it fails to do anything but blink a red light on Griff’s shirt…

Griff comes in…

Putter raised…

Ready to strike again…

“DIE ASSHOLE!”
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“We’re sitting ducks, Admiral Vice Captain… They’re invincible against our limited firepower…”

“Trust in me, First Mate General, do not fire until you se-“

“SHUT UP ABOUT… YOU’RE A FUCKING IDI…wait…”

First Mate General Flynn wipes the sweat from his brow… His voice cracking… Yet confident…

“I can see it…I can see the whites of his eyes…”

Admiral Vice Captain Flynn nods…

“You are ready…"

"Fire.”
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Flynn fires the laser… Directly into Griff’s eyes..

“AH! I CAN’T SEE!"

Griff swings desperately…

Clocking Phillip across the skull and knocking him out instantly…

The entire rascal scooter flips over…

And then there were none....
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“GREAT SHOT, ME! THAT WAS ONE IN A MILLION!”

“Thank you, I’m just glad we fought off those…”

“…”

“…Do you hear that…?”

"..."

“It sounds…like sirens…in space?”

"..."

"Don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes..."
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Thursday, June 22nd, 8:15 PM – Frodo Smackin’s Apartment Complex
“I’m not splitting it with you. I failed to raise you, I earned that money, it is MINE.”

“Daddy…?”

A finger reaches out.

"All right, Fifty-Fif-"

The bell rings…

“…Uh… I’ll get it…”

The door slips open…

“Hell-OH… My God…”

“Hey honey…”[/orange]

A golden gleam appears across Katie’s face.

Reflected off an object…

Resting on Flynn’s shoulder…

The glow distracting....

From his midnight black eyes...

“Got something for you…”