Chapter 2: That’s Embarrassing!

Eloquent Daisies

Malevolently growing

I am pesticide

I knew I should have waited till Traygor was around to confront Luca–as a Senate dickbag he most likely was born genetically enhanced to perfection.

Well at least as perfect as a useless ape descendent can be. Also, we both had a thing for Kiryi from what I gathered from my search of her apartment after her “accident”

This wouldn't be like earlier with his uncle, a 6’6 demi-god separated by just a bathroom stall. I sat for a moment thinking to myself; my thoughts wouldn't come to me though as I felt my fist ball up so tight I nearly started bleeding.

“HEY!” I barely was able to take the raspy grate in my voice I was infamous for from taking over any bravado I had.

“Uhm…hello? I’m about to take a piss” His fucking condescending voice–The same one I heard in the back on Kiryi’s answering machine. I don't know why pieces of shit always cling together. A bad guy trapped in a box with the devil. At least Kiryi wouldn't be able to see what i did to her most recent ex-boyfriend’s esophagus.

“I’ll let you finish…You are the man of the hour after all, right? I began to put on my carbon fiber biker gloves and then palmed the dual-edged katana like a baby chimp in the canopy.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but–*zipz*-- Just because people know me doesn't mean i won’t beat the dog shit out of you. I’m not my uncle or my dad.”

Jesus Christ was this guy really that short-tempered? I can work with that…

“I’m gonna step out and we can talk about some things–Kiryi would want me to.”

“OH SHIT! Is that Traygors asshole brother in there? I told you, i’m done with that stupid bitch”

“.......say that again”

“Oh what now you care about dumb prostitute?”

I kicked the stall door open sending screws and broken tiles to the floor. The crackling of the ceramic made me instinctually duck–

*bang*

a shotgun slug blew a hole clean through the stall nearly hitting my right arm.

“ You’re not that piss tub Damien! Some fucking Civ rat just trying to snap a chip huh?”

*Bang*

This time I wasn't as lucky–Or maybe im really fucking lucky; The metal slug had clipped my left shoulder leaving a searing pain.

But I was still godamn breathing. I slammed the Red katana through the dividing stall wall expecting to squelch this P.O.S. before he could reload the fucking elephant rifle he decided to bring to a public bathroom.

I’ve never seen anyone vault a bathroom stall like a baby chair so the next few moments we’re like a blur. My sword being stuck made me have to improvise as he landed an angled kick to my chest.

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I slid back catching my balance as he charged me again. I could see the whites of his eyes before I saw anything else. Ducking his frenzied tackle; I fell to my back and Donkey kicked his head countering his momentum but sending us crashing into the granite sink.

We both rolled before standing up quickly.

“You’re fucking strong for a–” I backhanded him before he could talk any more shit and planted my elbow square into his temple.

2 succinct but loud thuds rang out from the tile walls of the bathroom.

I jumped to land a front kick to his stomach while he was hunched over; the 6’6 behemoth grabbed my leg and slammed me into the glass mirror.

I felt my hot blood pouring from indiscriminate cuts formed from the savage blow.

falling to the ground as I heard his steps recede; most likely to grab and rack the shotgun.

“I’m not gonna let you kill me over some girl, you should have just let it go–Now im gonna splatter your shitty hobo brains out!”

I grabbed a glass shard with my gloved hand and threw it at him swiftly.

For the quick second he was distracted I took a second shard and slashed wildly at his raised arms.

After 2 gushing slashes, the glass broke with a misting rain of glinting snow.

I attempted to headbutt him too slow after the combo and he grabbed my head slamming it into the stall door twice before punching me in the stomach.

I took 3 savage punches before grabbing his knee and tackling us both into the open stall, my blade tantalizingly stuck clean through the stall inches above the toilet handle.

Crashing into the bowl loudly I felt his large fists slamming into the top of my head but I didn’t let up i pushed him till I heard the sound of sexy SEXY metal on flesh.

“FUUUUUCK” I stepped back stumbling onto my ass from the glass, tile, and water everywhere on the floor.

“I can’t FUCKING move MY leGS! He was flailing his arms and crying now like a goddamn baby.

“Please, please! Help me! Jesus, I'll give you cash! I Really can’t feel my legs at all!”

I sat there in silence for a moment staring at him.

“You Son of A Bitch! Fuck you! Stop just sitting there looking at me like that!”

I wobbly stood to my legs as I kept staring at him; taking one slow step at a time.

“I swear I–” he seemed like he finally understood the look in my eyes

I limped my way to the original stall and yanked my katana from the stall jaggedly before speaking. “ What’s wrong? You finally can't buy something you want? Did you ever think why Kiryi needed you so much?”

I stepped back into view as he was lying there attempting to pass out from the shock and pain.

Fiddling with a fresh shell for the shotgun–another fucking cheapshot.

“Y’know…Traygor set this up, wanted to make a big show and all but you just happen to walk in.” He raised the gun in my face and pulled the trigger shakily.

I returned how fast he jumped the stall with how fast I slashed his left hand from the wrist clean off; blood spurting everywhere as he began to scream.

“....you were going to shoot me point blank in the face–you're a sick freak”

I shoved the blade of the katana into his open mouth deep into his throat like some circus act gone wrong.

He clutched his throat, his face contorting as if trying to suppress a strange, bubbling noise. I paused for a moment taking in the scene of blood, water, and bile now coming from this shivering excuse for a mob boss.

His throat finally wetly emitted a guttural sound, a mixture of bubbles and muffled gurgles.

“Oh, and one last thing–Im going to “splatter your hobo brains out”. That was that it right, what you said before you started choking on blade?” I felt my smile growing to nearly reach my ears with each passing micro-second.

I felt the heaviness of the shotgun for a moment as he gasped and spat blood all over the small stall area. My fingers trembled as I stared at him directly in his bulging green bloodshot eyes.

The blood vessels in his eyes had already burst. His organs probably had Mirrored them as he gargled on the double-edged katana, but only managed to force it deeper with each frantic bloody gasp.

“FUCK YOU LUCA”

*BANG*

THE END LADBOYS AND CHADIES