Chapter 16: FIGHT!

As we entered the warehouse.  One thing was apparent.  His gang was small in numbers.  I saw the first guy we ran into back at my house.  He was leaning on a box filled with God knows what, and had a wicked smile on his lips.  He looked much more rapey for some reason.  He was also holding a crowbar that had traces of blood on it.

        “Fuckin’ Gordon Freemen over there.”  I said.

        Stewart didn’t reply.  He was much too upset with the recent happenings to respond to any of my jokes.  He wanted revenge for how they treated Rainbow Dash.  He WANTED to see blood.  I could see it in his eye.  I don’t blame him.  I wanted blood too.  But I wanted my blood to stay in my body more than I wanted their blood outside of their body.

        The warehouse was a bit more empty than I expected.  Only a few boxes here and there.  One or two cars with a few car parts scattered around the area made the warehouse seem much more sinister than it really was.

        “Okay gentlemen.  It seems that you have met me and Kip.  Here is Robert, Max, and Nathan.”  Rick said.  “You have met Tommy.  He will be your opponent this evening.”  Said Rick.

“So let me get this straight.  You drag us to your shit warehouse, introduce us to your shit gang, and then expect us to fight one of your shit gang members?  You are a terrible host.”  I said

“I don’t wanna fight him.  I wanna fight you Rick.  You threatened to hurt Rainbow Dash.  You are going to bleed tonight.”  Stewart said matter of factually.

“Listen kid.  I know you want vengeance for your little whore.  That isn’t going to happen.  If you can survive Tommy, than you can leave.  But something tells me one of you is going to die.  My money is on fatty over there.”  Rick said.

“Hey fuck you and your shit gang.  You think I am afraid of a bunch of junkies?  Think again.”  I said.

“I think you are afraid of junkies with crow bars.  I know I would be if I wasn’t such a bad ass.”  Rick said.

“If you are such a bad ass why don’t you fight me motherfucker?”  Stewart asked.

“I guess being a badass in this gang means being a pussy.”  I said.  Trying to get him to fight Stewart out of honnor.  Something tells me that Stewart could take him.  Although that could just be wishful thinking.

“Tell you what.  Here is your Katana.  If you can kill Tommy over there.  You can face me.  But that’s assuming that Tommy won’t beat your fucking face in.  Which I think will happen.  So good luck, and have fun kid.  You’re going to need it.”  Rick said.  Then Tommy walked forward.

“Not as one sided now is it?  You don’t have a gun, and we are facing man to man.”  Tommy said.

“It’s actually more fun, because now I have more a reason to kill you.”  Said Stewart.

        I was standing to the right of them.  Out of their way.  I was hoping no one would decide to randomly fuck me up.

        “Alright Stewart.  Let’s see who dies first.”  Tommy said and then swung his crowbar at Stewart.

        Stewart put his Katana up, easily absorbing the blow.  This deflected Tommys crowbar.  Tommy then decided to go on the offensive.  Wildly swinging his crowbar in the vicinity of Stewart.  Stewart kept his Katana up, reflecting all of the swings that managed to be near him.  Stewart took the offensive next.  slicing horizontally at Tommy, hoping to cut his stomach open.  Tommy dodged back, avoiding the onslaught of Stewart’s Katana.  Stewart took that moment to thrust his Katana in a forward motion.  Tommy who wasn’t expecting this got stabbed with half an inch of Japanese metal.  He staggered back, still keeping hold of his crowbar.  Stewart took advantage of the opportunity and moved forward to finish the job.  Tommy quickly stood up, ignoring the wound his stomach suffered and put his crowbar up to attempt to reflect the blow.  He did reflect the blow but at a cost.  The blow, while being absorbed was still powerful enough to stagger the wounded Tommy to the point where he tripped over his own footing.  He lost his balance and fell straight on his ass.

        “Alright you scum.  Time to finish what I fucking started.”  Stewart said with intense malice in his voice.  He put the sword over his head, getting ready to bring the full force of the blade onto Tommy’s head when a shot rang out.

        “Alright.”  Rick said.  He had pulled out a revolver and shot into the ceiling.  This effectively got Stewart’s attention.  “You had your fun.  Now it’s your fat friends turn.”  Said Rick.

        “I would like to forfeit my turn.  Not feeling the whole bloody death type of thing today.  Can we push it back to like next Friday?”  I said.

        “Haha.  You’re a funny guy Matt.  I’ll give you that.  But don’t you know that most funny guys die first?”  Rick asked.

        “No, fuck that!  You said after I defeated Tommy I’d get to face you.”  Stewart said.

        “I said if you were to kill Tommy.  As you can see.  Tommy is clearly still alive.. For now.”  Rick said.  “Alright Matt, since Tommy seems to be incapacitated, you will go against Kip.”

        “Isn’t it a little dangerous to let a junkie handle weapons?”  I said.

        “Okay you motherfucker.”  Kip said, throwing me over a metal pipe.  “Here is your weapon, and I have mine.”  Kip said pointing to his similar metal pipe.  “Time to teach your smart ass a fucking lesson.”  Kip said.

“Be careful there man.  Wouldn’t want you to hit your own head there.”  I said.

Kip then rushed me with his pipe out.  Seeing as he had been on drugs.  He was a bit disorientated.  I side stepped his forward assault.  He then turned around and hit at me with the pipe.  I quickly put my pipe up.  It absorbed the blow, but it was powerful enough to cause me to stagger a little.  For a meth head he had some power behind his swings.  I stepped back, clearly on the defensive.  Stewart tried to step in and just quickly slay the guy with his Katana.  But Rick pointed his revolver at him, so sadly there was no way he could help me.  Kip repeated the process of running and swinging.  It normally ended in the same way as it always did.  I was trying not to hit the guy.  I’m a lover, not a fighter, as a smart man who wanted to get out of work once said.  But I was seeing that this was a strategy that was flawed.  I would eventually fuck up and get hit.  And it would probably be fatal if I did.  As Kip prepared to run at me again with his pipe behind his back in a swinging motion.  I ducked as he came close and swung my pipe at his knee caps.  This made the druggy fall down very painfully.  He stood back up, but he clearly had taken quite a hit.  He was now limping.  This could prove to be bad for me.  Because now he actually had to think about his attacks.  Hopefully he was as stupid as he looked.  He started running, well, more of a limp and hop type of run.  When he got near me, he stopped for a moment and swung wildly at me.  I moved to his right and swung my metal pipe, and connected right in his stomach.  He lurched forward.  Feeling the adrenaline of situation at hand, I let it take control.  My next swing was a hard hit to the back of his head.  I followed that up with a quick kick to the same place.  Again, a gunshot fired in the background.  Effectively saving the man from death.  Unless his wounds were fatal, which they very well could be.

“Wow Matthew.  It seems I have underestimated you.”  Said Rick.

“Yeah, it would seem you have.”  I replied back.  My joking voice now replaced with that of a calm one.  One that you might relate to a killer.  “I was just getting to enjoy myself.  That was...  Fun.”  I said.  Halfway meaning it.  And hoping it would just scare the shit out of his henchmen.

“Well.  It would seem you both have three more opponents.  Would you care to choose?”  Asked rick.

“Don’t you mean four asshole?”  Stewart asked.

“I don’t think you will get through the next guys.”  Rick said.  With a evil smile on his face.

“Oh yeah?  Maybe we can!”  Rainbow Dash screamed from entrance of the warehouse.  She had a angry Pinkie Pie with her, along with a very scared Fluttershy.  I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

“How the fuck did you get here?”  Stewart, Rick, and I asked all at the same time.

“Easy.”  Pinkie Pie said.  “Rainbow dash flew back to Matty Watties house.  Told us that some mean guys had taken you away from me!  And I used my super awesome Pinkie sense to find you!  Easy!”  Pinkie said.

“Wait a minute.  Matty Watty?”  Rick asked.

“Dude.  Don’t even fucking start with me.”  I replied back.

“Well isn’t this a treat!  That makes five of you, and four of us.  I assume a two on two can be arranged.  How about Stewart and your Whore.  Against Nathan and Max?”  Rick said.

“Whatever gets me closer to decapitating you, is good for me.”  Stewart said.

Max and Nathan stepped up.  Stewart was using his Katana of course.  I gave Rainbow Dash my bloodied crowbar.

“Give em’ hell Gay Pride.”  I said.

“They are about to get bucked up in 10 seconds flat.”  Rainbow Dash said with a smile on her face.

“Well then.  Let the games begin.”  Rick said.