It is like standing on a fireworks boat on the fourth of July. All four men shooting in rapid succession and completely out of sink with each other. Albert’s body jerks violently with every shell that passes with ease through his garments and shred’s through just about every organ in his body. The bonds around Albert’s legs, arms and body loosen by misguided pieces of shrapnel that miss their mark. To Andy and his mother the gunfire never ended. A cloud of smoke grows between the firing squad and Albert coming from the shotguns with every round that is pumped into Albert’s huge frame. Albert’s head drops dead into his chest.
The sound of clicking tells all four gunmen that their guns are empty. From behind the curtain of smoke a crash is heard which could only mean that in his now lifeless state, Albert’s weight shifted in a way that caused him to fall over and the chair to break.
The gun smoke in the immediate area clears slowly and what is left of Albert is revealed. Albert, the man they called “Jawbreaker” is lying on the ground dead in an outline of his own blood. He is now jawless and still wearing his long trench coat over a once white shirt. Albert is covered with bullet holes and blood across just about every inch of his body. He has fallen on his side. The bounds of rope lay strewn and smoking all around him. The steel chair he was on has been shot up so bad that it broke to pieces when he fell over.
“Wow! Nice work boys. Too bad we can’t get Albert to get ride of the body.” Mel says while smiling at Albert’s lifeless body. Mel then turns to Andy and his mother.
“Now on to you two.”
Fear grips Andy like never before. The man who said he would protect him now lay dead on the cold concrete. Andy and his Mother don’t whether or not the tears fall from unrelenting hopelessness or the smoke. Probably both.
“Walter,” Mel says. “Grab what you need from the table and take the kid upstairs.”
“Thanks Mel.” Walter looks like a kid in a candy store as he makes his way to the table and begins to fill his pockets with a couple terrible tools. Walter takes a small knife and cuts the bonds that unite Andy to his mother. The mother jerks violently as though trying to free herself, but the gun smoke rushing up her nostrils causes unbearable fatigue.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa little lady. Not so fast,” Mel cruelly coos, “You’re going to give the boys here a bit of fun before you die.”
Walter throws the now free (and anything but free) Andy over his shoulder. Andy can move his feet, but his hands are still tied in front of him and his mouth is still gagged. So naturally, Andy tries to kick Walter wherever he can but it’s no use. Mel walks away from the bound mother and the boys after Walter.
“And keep it down Walter, I’ll be in the office on the phone talking to our informant, finding out from the Mac who else was in the room when Jawbreaker here…
Mel gestures towards Albert’s slain and motionless body.
… or ‘Jawless’ I should say, spilled his guts.” Mel said while following Walter up a set of steel stairs towards an elevated office area.
Left with the mother in the warehouse are Joe, Tala, Reid and David. David stands like he has no interest in what is about to happen. Joe turns to Tala and Reid and demands, “Cut the girl free hold her down to the table.” Joe then turns to Mel’s driver and says, “You can just watch, homo.” David says nothing.
Within seconds the mother is pinned to the table by Tala holding down her left arm and Reid hold down the right arm. Since not having her son tied to her lap, what she is wearing can be seen much more clearly. She is wearing a sleeveless, white button down shirt and a long white skirt, both stained with sweat and dirt from being captured. Most of the tools now lay on the ground behind her head, except for a few big items and a couple knifes. Her butt half hangs off the edge of the table as Joe positions himself between her legs by forcing them to part. The mother lets out shrieks of pain and anger from behind the gag in her mouth.
“Oh, come on now. I’m a romantic sweet-heart.” Joe says coldly. “I believe in foreplay.”
Joe reach’s to the top button of her shirt with both hands and unbuttons it. From behind them the three gunmen can here David cough heavily but no one turns their eyes from the table.
Joe slowly moves his hands to the second button and unbuttons it. All three gunmen smile devilishly down at her frightened face. Joe parts her top as much as he can. Her breasts remain unseen despite the obvious fact that she is not wearing a bra. Joe undoes the third button, then the fourth button. Behind them a sound like David just dropped his gun is heard, but again, no one looks. One more button left. Joe undoes the fifth button and places both his hands at the bass of the mother’s stomach. She lets out another painful groan. Blood from the bite Albert gave Joe is hardened on his hand as Joe slowly moves his hands up the mothers belly towards her breasts, exposing them more and more as he goes. All three men can almost see her… blood!
The mothers’ entire mid-section becomes covered in someone’s blood. Joe’s arms go rigid. His fingers twitch like he is playing an invisible piano. More blood spills out from between Joe’s arms and his arms shoot outwards like he has wings.
So much blood just seemed to come out of nowhere and spill upon the mothers once white shirt. She begins to shriek with her eyes even wider then before. For a moment she forgets her son is upstairs at the mercy of a fat old lunatic. Tala and Reid instantly release the mother’s arms. Joe takes a step back from between the mother’s knees and looks down at his chest. There is a steel square shaped object covered in his blood protruding from the center of his chest. A large blood-covered hand grip’s Joe’s left shoulder like a vice. Tala and Reid stand shocked at the sight that stands behind bloodied leader.
“How?” Tala whimpers.
Standing behind Joe holding the r-shaped chair handle in his right hand is a very big man wearing a black hood over what’s left of the top portion of his head.
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