Dust to Dust

Another day full of fun n games...

So I’m in a world of blackness, in fact the only reason I know I’m alive is the head splitting noise bouncing round in ma’ skull, I can only described it as a cross between metal grinding on metal n the scream of sum one being tortured… in short fucking unpleasant.

I can feel myself slowly drifting back ta the land of the living, only ta find my sorry ass sat in the middle of the street with Nils n some cock is shooting at us. We high tail it round the corner of the building in ta some cover but not fast enough n I get clipped on the side of my head, old Nils ta his credit managers ta get off a good shot n knock the gimp with the sniper rifle off his perch on the other side of the street n he tumbles down ta the front of the building. As I pulling my sorry as up off the deck another one of the gimp squad comes round the corner, hell least we know we are in the right place.
Now gimp number two seems ta have it in his head ta use me as a human shield n brings his blade up ta my neck, well fuck ta that. I stick my hand in the way, sure it hurts like hell but I managers ta put some distance between me n him.

Now I’m not too sure what the fuck happened but Nils seems ta have had the fear ah god but inta him n is running off down the street like there was a pre-school near by… Me n him are gonna have a chat about the do and fucking do not’s of a fire fight if we make it outta this alive… Anyways I’va bout reached my limit with these fucking tools n I feel ma gaze narrow n time slow down sum, suddenly these two hilly billy gas mask wear fetish freaks are filling their pants. So I send the one that cut ma hand off ta meet his maker n stroll on over ta our would be marksmen, where I bury ma blade deep in his melon. Time speeds up again n I hear gun fire from the 2nd floor of the building n see a silhouette wander past a blown out window… Well it don’t look like one of our boys so fuck it, I let ‘Liza sing loud n true, now from the red mist that sprays outta the window I seems ta have hit my mark.

Round this time I realize for the first time in days ma head ain’t screaming so I try ma luck n walk in ta the gimps HQ, this time I stay conscious. First thing I’m stuck by is Dez helping up Pitbull n a corpse of yet another fetish freak behind em. Now I seems ta remember someone muttering something about Dez killing someone while I was zoned out back n Dustsend? ‘Magine that, lil whee Dez snuffing out someone’s light… Will have ta look inta that… But I digress, Dez does some odd lay on hands shit n I seem ta feel a bit better, that’s new to..

Next our rag tag group heads on up stairs ta find Marlon bleeding out, he looks fucked, pissing out blood from multiple wounds, looks like he bout ta die, needless to say this is less than good. Dez goes in ta Angle mode n Pitbull hightails it ta grab a med pack from his bike. He gets back just in time n Dez works her magic, she gets him stable, quite dead but still hanging round deaths door, which in its self is a marical as he looked like a gonna. The cause of his current state seems ta be the guy I off’ed, who is laying in a pile by the window with his face missing n a shell from Marlon’s gun in his side, least he put up a fight.

Now we can’t even think of moving Marlon in his current state n that gangly armed mother fucker has taken the Whambulance! So I stay put n play guard while Pitbull tries ta track down Nils…
The more I think on this the more I am pissed at him running off like that, seems we have been in sum good old scrapes of late n I really thought that the monkey man was growing a pair then he turns n hi-tails it on me. Now normally I’d just kick the shit outta him but as Pitbull seems intent on playing guardian angle for our local Saavey head that course of action would lead ta all sorts a trouble, I’m pretty sure I could take the old war horse in a fight but if we did get in ta it then neither of us would back down so only one fella would walk away… N if that was me I then have the rest of his gang ta deal with n explaining ta Merca why I slit 20 bikers throats in the middle of the night is not high on my list of conversations ta have, so I’ll have ta think on how ta approach this problem…

Snapping back ta the here n now it suddenly feels like my soul is being sucked outta my body n there is a odd rushing sensation as I’m suddenly looking down at Nils spralled on the ground with his feet tied ta a post n trying ta reach for a gun while Pitbull is going head ta head with what I can only guess is the modded out leader of this gimp cult. Problem is he seems ta be a few seconds out with his timing, just like we had happen ta us when we first ran in ta them…
Off ta my side I get the feeling Dez is floating there to, she seems ta be trying ta get Pitbull up with the play n direct him where ta strike, so fuck it I’ll try n help Nils.

Now I know we are not there in the physical sense, did I mention how much I hate this bullshit Weird shit, so I figure I need ta “push” the shooter ta Nils with my mind, fuck it’s not like I can make this go any worse for em, so I concentrate n focus on shifting the hand cannon with my thoughts n what do ya know it actually works, Nils gets the gun and fires true, planting a slug right in the freaks chest. With that me n Dez get sucked back in ta our bodies but not before seeing what I “ken only guess is the rest of this blasted land as lil flashes of light n pain fire up all over the world… I guess that means there are more of these freaks out there n they ain’t to happy bout having one of their own go down… neat…

It is a slow process getting back ta Dustsend n a even worse ride back home as we are all spend both physically n mentally… good times…

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