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I'm REALLY loving these things... Have someone in your life that has taken advantage of you?? Kill them off in a story. Yessss
WARNING: The following story contains Violence, Blood, Language, Gore and all kinds of other nasty stuff. Reader discretion is advised.
***
Mystic rose to the male voices outside the trailer. She rubbed her eyes as she climbed out of the warm bed and staggered over to the doorway. She looked out into the living room kitchen area. It was empty. She stumbled into the bathroom and ran her paws under some cold water before she splashed the water into her face. Revitalized she made her way outside to where the voices originated.
"What the FUCK are you doing here?" Trevor approached the rather large tall male.
Mystic instantly recognized who it was and ducked behind the trailer. Her heart raced in her chest.
"I told you psycho. I'm looking for my girls, Mystic and her smaller rounder friend Izzy. I am not here for you."
"Oh yeah, not here for me huh? Well this is my FUCKING house and you're standing in my FUCKING lawn!" Trevor yelled back as he walked over to the back of his truck and picked his bat out from the bed.
The male stepped back a bit before reaching around behind him. He drew a sword and held it out, the end dangerously close to Trevor’s throat. "Cut here... maybe I should," he motioned the blade horizontally across Trevors tattoo in a tease.
"You, my man, are not very FUCKING NICE!" Trevor stepped back, distancing the blade from his flesh.
"STOP!" Mystic ran out, having gathered up enough courage to. "Lance, get out of here... I thought you were under house arrest." Her auds flicked back upon her dome as she snarled.
"Mystic! My friend!" Lance seemed excited. "What are you doing here with... this piece of crap?" he motioned at Trevor who all this while had a very confused look upon his face.
"Wait babycakes... you know this man?" Trevor walked over and grabbed Mystic by the arm while pointing at Lance with the large end of his bat.
"Yes... and no. It's a long story..." she hesitated and pulled herself from his grasp. "Lance, don't make me tell you again... leave"
The man refused. He stood there, sword still drawn and pointing at the two of them. He dropped it for a moment, "Mystic, where is Izzy? I need to speak to her."
"For what reason? I think you have said enough." Mystic backed up and pulled a 9 mil from Trevors waist band and pointed it at Lance. "It's time for you to leave..."
"Now now sweetness... might we try something else here?" Trevors demeanor was calm as he took a forefinger and pushed the tip of the gun down so it was now aiming at the ground. "I've got a better idea," he smiled and patted his palm with his bat, not wanting to miss an opportunity to spill some blood, as he encircled Lance who didn't hesitate to raise his sword again.
That didn't faze Trevor one bit. He laughed and quickly swung his weapon. The bat made contact against Lances sword wielding arm causing him to drop the steel and fall back in pain. Trevor swung again and cracked him on his skull. Lance passed out cold, face first into the sand.
"Grab the rope!"
Mystic obeyed and ran around the back side of the trailer and into the make shift garage that leaned against it. She shuffled around, moving a lot of the miscellaneous paraphernalia that had come to rest in there before she was able to find a rope. She found one, it was soaked with blood but still sturdy. She ran back and tossed it to Trevor who hogtied his victim just as a car pulled up.
The engine revved before the motor was killed and a passenger stepped out.
"Oh my god, Mystic!" Izzy ran up to her friend and swung her arms over her shoulders bringing her into a big hug. "Are you alright?" She smelled of expensive perfume and was adorned with large jewels from head to toe, clearly a city gal... and a rich one at that.
"Yes... I am. I can handle my own. I've been learning, remember? Besides... look who came back," she motioned over to the unconscious body that lay on the ground.
The driver got out, "Whatcha got here T?" his deep voice questioned as he walked over and kicked the body idly. "Oh wait, I think I know this foo... yeah, this be that fat mother fucka who be messin with the girls huh?" Weylin spoke harshly of Lance.
"Help me tie this FAT FUCK up my n-word," Trevor laughed as the two drug the body over to the trailer hitch and looped the rope around it. "Alrighty girls, jump in, let's go!" he shouted out as he and Weylin made their way into the front of the truck.
Mystic and Izzy ran over and jumped into the back of the pickup. They crawled towards the front of the bed and found a seat.
"Mystic, don't hesitate to do some target practice while we make our way to the valley, alright? Izzy, you too... Fuck Weylin, give her one of your guns!" Trevor punched the male in the shoulder making him relieve a .45. He tossed it in the back. "Alright, hold on!" Trevor stomped on the gas and they were off, the unconscious man dragging behind them.
"Mystic, how are you liking it out here in the sticks?" Izzy looked to her friend as she fumbled with the gun. Mystic reached over and showed her how to hold the pistol properly and securely.
"Oh I love it. I don't have to deal with the hustle and bustle of city life... how can you handle all of that?" the she-wolf questioned before taking aim at the body that drug behind the truck. She popped one off and clipped the rope that bound his hands. Lances arms flailed along the ground as he regained consciousness. He struggled finding it no use as pieces of flesh, blood and even bone scrapped off onto the roadway. He tried to scream but the duct tape held firm over his mouth. The pain was excruciating as the pavement soon turned to gravel.
"Oh I'm managing. Weylin has this amazing pad up in Vinewood that overlooks all of Los Santos. It's quite the sight, you should come see it sometime," Izzy took a shot that landed in the flesh of Lances upper thigh, "Bulls eye!"
"Good one Izzy!!" Mystic laughed before shooting off a few more rounds. Each one hit their target and happily Mystic went back up and sat right behind the men, holding onto the metal roll bar that wrapped up and around the back of the cab. Izzy joined her and they used the rest of the drive to catch up since they hadn't been able to for some time.
Finally the truck came to a stop at a bridge and everyone hopped out. Lance was still on the end badly beaten with bullet wounds and road rash running all up and down his body. Trevor approached him angrily as Weylin helped his girl from the back.
"You fucking piece of shit... you have the FUCKING BALLS to come all the way out here and threaten our way of life? You FAT, FUCKING, PIECE OF SHIT, MOTHER FUCK-," Trevor began stomping on the victim relentlessly, digging his hard soled boot deeper into the mans flesh and fat each time, breaking what bones were left that hadn't snapped from being tossed around on the drive up.
Mystic ran over and grabbed him, "Back up..." she managed to pull Trevor off the body before she tossed the bat to her friend. ”Izzy, this one is yours."
Izzy caught it and walked cautiously up to the body, hesitant at first. "Lance..." her voice was soft.
Weylin walked up behind her and rested his palms on her shoulders, "It's ok babe, let it out," he spoke calmly.
"Yeeesss babycakes, let's see what you're made of," Trevor remarked while waving his hands only to pick on the poor girl.
Izzy frowned at him, his actions making her anger finally bubble to the surface. She walked over and stood right above the mangled body, harsh eyes looking into his that were surrounded by blood, sand and grit. She spoke clearly, "I fucking trusted you...Here I thought you cared about me but all you wanted was to get close to me and FUCK me over. You lied to me and my best friend.." she motioned at Mystic, "Then after all that shit you pulled you tried bring me down with you. Well fucker it didn't work. Your 'plan' FAILED! How dare you play with a woman's broken heart then try to slither your way into MINE. Fuck you and I hope you burn in hell you psychopath," and with that she took the bat and began beating him. It cracked across each arm, breaking the bones further and causing him to howl out through the tape in pain. She stood back, her body heaving as she stood there shaking from the adrenaline that coursed through her veins. She dropped the bat and it landed next to Lance as he laid there in a puddle of his own blood. "Your knife," she motioned to Weylin. He tossed it to her and she flicked it open. She leaned down and sliced off both of the mans eye lids, "So you can see what is coming next.." she paused before cutting a slit in his jeans. She grabbed his manhood and with one well aimed swish she hacked it right from his lower torso. Blood coursed out of the gaping wound as she stuffed the meat into the mans face, "Eat it FUCKER!"
The rest of the crew stepped back, even Trevor, and looked at one another. Mystic and Weylin knew what kind of harm had befallen their friend and thus this came to no surprise to them. Trevor simply grinned, just loving the sight of the enraged she-dog defiling the man that laid on the ground and still tied to his trailer hitch.
When she was done she rose and tossed the blood stained blade back to Weylin and stepped back. Lance convulsed as his crimson life force pooled around him. He was barely hanging on for his life. Weylin shook his head and stepped up. He pulled out a .45 and aimed it at Lance, "Maybe next time mutha fucka you will think twice before messing with a mans homies." He pulled the trigger which sent a well-placed round into the mans chest.
"HOOO ain't this fun girlies?!" Trevor ran over and untied the rope from his truck. "Now, as we did before..." he drug the corpse over the side of the bridge. "Get over here my N-word and help me, FUCK," he yelled as he struggled to lift the dead weight over the guard rail. Weylin ran over and within moments the mangled body flipped over the edge, fell into the deep valley below and was out of sight.
"Don't you feel better?" Mystic wrapped her arm around her friend as they turned and started walking down the road back towards the trailer. "Boys, we'll meet you back there, we need to talk about something a bit... personal," the she-wolf waved her tail as the men finished cleaning up their mess and hopped in the truck,
"You sure Mystic baby?" Trevor pulled up next to them and drove alongside slowly, "Yes, we will meet you at home. Don't worry, we'll stop by the store and grab something for supper," she knew it must be about time because the sun was disappearing over the mountain range.
"Alright," and with that Trevor sped away leaving the girls behind in the dust.
***
*Art/Mystic © Me
*Izzy ©
*Weylin ©
*Trevor © Rockstar
► Character(s) belong to their owners
► Please do not copy, edit, trace, reproduce or claim my work as your own
► Art belongs to mysticsabreonic
WARNING: The following story contains Violence, Blood, Language, Gore and all kinds of other nasty stuff. Reader discretion is advised.
***
Mystic rose to the male voices outside the trailer. She rubbed her eyes as she climbed out of the warm bed and staggered over to the doorway. She looked out into the living room kitchen area. It was empty. She stumbled into the bathroom and ran her paws under some cold water before she splashed the water into her face. Revitalized she made her way outside to where the voices originated.
"What the FUCK are you doing here?" Trevor approached the rather large tall male.
Mystic instantly recognized who it was and ducked behind the trailer. Her heart raced in her chest.
"I told you psycho. I'm looking for my girls, Mystic and her smaller rounder friend Izzy. I am not here for you."
"Oh yeah, not here for me huh? Well this is my FUCKING house and you're standing in my FUCKING lawn!" Trevor yelled back as he walked over to the back of his truck and picked his bat out from the bed.
The male stepped back a bit before reaching around behind him. He drew a sword and held it out, the end dangerously close to Trevor’s throat. "Cut here... maybe I should," he motioned the blade horizontally across Trevors tattoo in a tease.
"You, my man, are not very FUCKING NICE!" Trevor stepped back, distancing the blade from his flesh.
"STOP!" Mystic ran out, having gathered up enough courage to. "Lance, get out of here... I thought you were under house arrest." Her auds flicked back upon her dome as she snarled.
"Mystic! My friend!" Lance seemed excited. "What are you doing here with... this piece of crap?" he motioned at Trevor who all this while had a very confused look upon his face.
"Wait babycakes... you know this man?" Trevor walked over and grabbed Mystic by the arm while pointing at Lance with the large end of his bat.
"Yes... and no. It's a long story..." she hesitated and pulled herself from his grasp. "Lance, don't make me tell you again... leave"
The man refused. He stood there, sword still drawn and pointing at the two of them. He dropped it for a moment, "Mystic, where is Izzy? I need to speak to her."
"For what reason? I think you have said enough." Mystic backed up and pulled a 9 mil from Trevors waist band and pointed it at Lance. "It's time for you to leave..."
"Now now sweetness... might we try something else here?" Trevors demeanor was calm as he took a forefinger and pushed the tip of the gun down so it was now aiming at the ground. "I've got a better idea," he smiled and patted his palm with his bat, not wanting to miss an opportunity to spill some blood, as he encircled Lance who didn't hesitate to raise his sword again.
That didn't faze Trevor one bit. He laughed and quickly swung his weapon. The bat made contact against Lances sword wielding arm causing him to drop the steel and fall back in pain. Trevor swung again and cracked him on his skull. Lance passed out cold, face first into the sand.
"Grab the rope!"
Mystic obeyed and ran around the back side of the trailer and into the make shift garage that leaned against it. She shuffled around, moving a lot of the miscellaneous paraphernalia that had come to rest in there before she was able to find a rope. She found one, it was soaked with blood but still sturdy. She ran back and tossed it to Trevor who hogtied his victim just as a car pulled up.
The engine revved before the motor was killed and a passenger stepped out.
"Oh my god, Mystic!" Izzy ran up to her friend and swung her arms over her shoulders bringing her into a big hug. "Are you alright?" She smelled of expensive perfume and was adorned with large jewels from head to toe, clearly a city gal... and a rich one at that.
"Yes... I am. I can handle my own. I've been learning, remember? Besides... look who came back," she motioned over to the unconscious body that lay on the ground.
The driver got out, "Whatcha got here T?" his deep voice questioned as he walked over and kicked the body idly. "Oh wait, I think I know this foo... yeah, this be that fat mother fucka who be messin with the girls huh?" Weylin spoke harshly of Lance.
"Help me tie this FAT FUCK up my n-word," Trevor laughed as the two drug the body over to the trailer hitch and looped the rope around it. "Alrighty girls, jump in, let's go!" he shouted out as he and Weylin made their way into the front of the truck.
Mystic and Izzy ran over and jumped into the back of the pickup. They crawled towards the front of the bed and found a seat.
"Mystic, don't hesitate to do some target practice while we make our way to the valley, alright? Izzy, you too... Fuck Weylin, give her one of your guns!" Trevor punched the male in the shoulder making him relieve a .45. He tossed it in the back. "Alright, hold on!" Trevor stomped on the gas and they were off, the unconscious man dragging behind them.
"Mystic, how are you liking it out here in the sticks?" Izzy looked to her friend as she fumbled with the gun. Mystic reached over and showed her how to hold the pistol properly and securely.
"Oh I love it. I don't have to deal with the hustle and bustle of city life... how can you handle all of that?" the she-wolf questioned before taking aim at the body that drug behind the truck. She popped one off and clipped the rope that bound his hands. Lances arms flailed along the ground as he regained consciousness. He struggled finding it no use as pieces of flesh, blood and even bone scrapped off onto the roadway. He tried to scream but the duct tape held firm over his mouth. The pain was excruciating as the pavement soon turned to gravel.
"Oh I'm managing. Weylin has this amazing pad up in Vinewood that overlooks all of Los Santos. It's quite the sight, you should come see it sometime," Izzy took a shot that landed in the flesh of Lances upper thigh, "Bulls eye!"
"Good one Izzy!!" Mystic laughed before shooting off a few more rounds. Each one hit their target and happily Mystic went back up and sat right behind the men, holding onto the metal roll bar that wrapped up and around the back of the cab. Izzy joined her and they used the rest of the drive to catch up since they hadn't been able to for some time.
Finally the truck came to a stop at a bridge and everyone hopped out. Lance was still on the end badly beaten with bullet wounds and road rash running all up and down his body. Trevor approached him angrily as Weylin helped his girl from the back.
"You fucking piece of shit... you have the FUCKING BALLS to come all the way out here and threaten our way of life? You FAT, FUCKING, PIECE OF SHIT, MOTHER FUCK-," Trevor began stomping on the victim relentlessly, digging his hard soled boot deeper into the mans flesh and fat each time, breaking what bones were left that hadn't snapped from being tossed around on the drive up.
Mystic ran over and grabbed him, "Back up..." she managed to pull Trevor off the body before she tossed the bat to her friend. ”Izzy, this one is yours."
Izzy caught it and walked cautiously up to the body, hesitant at first. "Lance..." her voice was soft.
Weylin walked up behind her and rested his palms on her shoulders, "It's ok babe, let it out," he spoke calmly.
"Yeeesss babycakes, let's see what you're made of," Trevor remarked while waving his hands only to pick on the poor girl.
Izzy frowned at him, his actions making her anger finally bubble to the surface. She walked over and stood right above the mangled body, harsh eyes looking into his that were surrounded by blood, sand and grit. She spoke clearly, "I fucking trusted you...Here I thought you cared about me but all you wanted was to get close to me and FUCK me over. You lied to me and my best friend.." she motioned at Mystic, "Then after all that shit you pulled you tried bring me down with you. Well fucker it didn't work. Your 'plan' FAILED! How dare you play with a woman's broken heart then try to slither your way into MINE. Fuck you and I hope you burn in hell you psychopath," and with that she took the bat and began beating him. It cracked across each arm, breaking the bones further and causing him to howl out through the tape in pain. She stood back, her body heaving as she stood there shaking from the adrenaline that coursed through her veins. She dropped the bat and it landed next to Lance as he laid there in a puddle of his own blood. "Your knife," she motioned to Weylin. He tossed it to her and she flicked it open. She leaned down and sliced off both of the mans eye lids, "So you can see what is coming next.." she paused before cutting a slit in his jeans. She grabbed his manhood and with one well aimed swish she hacked it right from his lower torso. Blood coursed out of the gaping wound as she stuffed the meat into the mans face, "Eat it FUCKER!"
The rest of the crew stepped back, even Trevor, and looked at one another. Mystic and Weylin knew what kind of harm had befallen their friend and thus this came to no surprise to them. Trevor simply grinned, just loving the sight of the enraged she-dog defiling the man that laid on the ground and still tied to his trailer hitch.
When she was done she rose and tossed the blood stained blade back to Weylin and stepped back. Lance convulsed as his crimson life force pooled around him. He was barely hanging on for his life. Weylin shook his head and stepped up. He pulled out a .45 and aimed it at Lance, "Maybe next time mutha fucka you will think twice before messing with a mans homies." He pulled the trigger which sent a well-placed round into the mans chest.
"HOOO ain't this fun girlies?!" Trevor ran over and untied the rope from his truck. "Now, as we did before..." he drug the corpse over the side of the bridge. "Get over here my N-word and help me, FUCK," he yelled as he struggled to lift the dead weight over the guard rail. Weylin ran over and within moments the mangled body flipped over the edge, fell into the deep valley below and was out of sight.
"Don't you feel better?" Mystic wrapped her arm around her friend as they turned and started walking down the road back towards the trailer. "Boys, we'll meet you back there, we need to talk about something a bit... personal," the she-wolf waved her tail as the men finished cleaning up their mess and hopped in the truck,
"You sure Mystic baby?" Trevor pulled up next to them and drove alongside slowly, "Yes, we will meet you at home. Don't worry, we'll stop by the store and grab something for supper," she knew it must be about time because the sun was disappearing over the mountain range.
"Alright," and with that Trevor sped away leaving the girls behind in the dust.
***
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See and he's never been in a dress for me. He's on an over pass throwing someone off, on an island surrounded by dead bodies, eating out of the garbage or spooning with wades cousin Floyd. I DID switch to him once and he was going for a swim in the lake behind his trailer park. That was odd.
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