| "Hahahaha!" A man laughs loudly, like a hyena, in the background. The night is quiet. The warehouse is filled with people loading guns and torturing prisoners. Criminals are betting and investing in the black market. Actually, it was just pure gambling, stealing and selling. Balances of Power were enforced as representatives of gangs stared each other down and had many "eyes" armed to the teeth as well. People laughed as they played knife games or poker in which people used the body parts of a prisoner, instead of poker chips. Suddenly the warehouse lights turned off. A high-pitched hyena laugh is heard. Everyone dropped whatever they were doing, jumped out of their seats and reached for their weapons. Bullets are flying through a human's body. The body is breathing, but barely. There is more bone than skin left and this punishment had just began. Blood is being dripped out slowly. A man is smiling in the darkness. "Are you done yet?" the woman next to him states. She shot the man in the head with a bullet. "Ahh...," the man frowns. "He was living...," he moaned. "I was having fun..." "You're wasting time again. King wants us back to headquarters in twenty minutes and you're too busy having fun." The man nods and smiles psychoticly. "Yes mother," he says as he bows and smiles. The woman sighs as holds his left bloodstained hand. She drags him to walk faster towards the car, puts his seat belt on as he can't stop laughing hysterically and closes his door. The woman takes the wheel of the car and speeds away from the warehouse where the man has tortured people. The woman just gazes on the road quietly, while the man is laughing so much that he can barely sit still in his seat. His seat is reclined all the way back that he is kicking the roof, as he laughs. The woman puts on the radio as the man sadistically laughs and yells "My favorite song!" The woman smiles back at him. |
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| "Are you listening to me?" the girl pondered. The car had stopped. "No. Tuning you out as usual," the boy back at the girl." The girl responded by flipping him upside down out of his seat as she accelerated the car. She smiled and mocked him by pretending to laugh. "Having a crazy old time are we?" The boy slowly got up without a grin. Then he quickly smiled and said, "As always my dear..." There were tears in his eyes as he said that. |
| "Cigarettes! Pipes! Drinks! Guns! Drugs! Enough narcotics to stink up your house! Crack! Whores! Two for one sale!" A man in a newspaper boy costume walks around. "Get over here!" A police officer runs after the dealer. "Come on, girls! Daddy's got a pair of stolen shoes!" The dealer gets away as officer runs into three oddly dressed men. "I BEG YOUR PARDON," one says as he removes the watch from the officer's arm. "Sorry, sir" another one says after the collision. He brushes him off and then runs away with his wallet. "I am an officer of-" The loyal officer was cut off as a member of these people stole the officer's pepper spray and used it, while two other men beat the officer from behind. After the men and done beating the officer and stealing his equipment, they grab him by the arms and legs and tossed him in the closest dumpster. The dice roller rolls a 6. "Yes a 6!" "Will you stop that?!" the other gambler yelled. "We won't play with your crap for only one die!" he yells again as he throws cards at his colleague. "Not get over here and drink and deal." An old man sits on the streets to look at the dreary scenery. Then he just looks at the floor. "What an uncouth world of prostitution, greed and belligerence that we live in. God will judge you by your souls!" he yells to himself. "What a world....," he says as he looks at the ground again. "To think that this world was a place of thought and a paradise for children..." "Did you see how we creamed that cop?" Three men dance weirdly and give each other variations of high fives. "Any pranks this time and you people won't be able to see another performance again!" the officer yelled. "Us? No way sir." The boy stepped aside towards his friend. "Did you bring the goods?" he asked his friend. "Of course, I did." Men in white-black uniforms rush into the scene. "Let me teach you guys how to rob..." the leader begins. "Two politicians wearing suits hundredths of their fat arrive. "You brought this too? Good thinking!" "La Croise, written by... uh..... Some dud....." |