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Oriphiel · 02-08-2015, 07:16 AM

Chapter Five

It wasn't long before the army of Blue Shirts arrived, and they immediately set about destroying the club to draw out the Red Sleeves that had disrespected them. John smiled as he stood up, pointing his sawed-off shotgun into the heart of the army, and they ceased their attack on the club as they glared at him. A few began to talk among themselves, with a few laughs escaping the crowd, and one of the Blue Shirts at the head of the army said "Let's do this. Either throw down, or shoot your shot." The Red Sleeves throughout the club jogged to the front, and now stood beside John, looking quite defiant despite being greatly outnumbered. Ricardo, however, was still on the dance floor with Cleo, the loud music and flashing lights making him completely oblivious to the arrival of his enemies. John looked at the Red Sleeves beside him, smiled, and shrugged as he threw his shotgun back to the bartender. With that, the battle began, and the two gangs fell upon each other in a bloody mix.

The Red Sleeves fought bravely, but they were quickly overwhelmed and knocked to the floor, and the kicking of the Blue Shirts prevented them from getting back up. However, John grabbed the legs of one of his attackers, and quickly shot to his feet despite being grabbed and punched. Before returning to the floor, he stumbled across a table and grabbed a bottle, smashing it across the face of someone in the crowd. Just then, Red Sleeves started to pour into the club, and they began to attack the Blue Shirts from behind. The chaos at the front of the club quickly gave way to a massive fight that spanned the entirety of the scene, until it eventually reached the dance floor.

"No, this is how you do the Hustle," said Ricardo, as he was about to demonstrate a dance to Cleo, and he was summarily tackled from behind by a Blue Shirt. "Oh, ****!" he groaned as he fell to the floor. He was caught by surprise, and the Blue Shirt hit him hard in the jaw. However, Cleo kicked the Blue Shirt hard in the nose, leaving a nasty gash, and helped Ricardo up as he wiped away the blood that was escaping a cut on his cheek. "Thanks," said Ricardo, as he shot Cleo a curious glance. She looked at him with a dead serious expression, and replied "Nobody interrupts the Hustle." He let out a short laugh and rolled his eyes, before noticing a few Blue Shirts attacking a Red Sleeve nearby, and he jumped into the fray without any hesitation.

As reinforcements continued to arrive at the scene, the Blue Shirts were very quickly losing their momentum as well as the advantage of numbers, and many of them left the fight and ran for the front and back doors. The leader of the Blue Shirt army noticed that the fight was nearing it's end, and he applied pressure to his right eye as he found his way out of the club; he was the one who John had struck with a bottle, and the shattered glass left numerous cuts all around his eye. Blood began to flow through his fingers as he stumbled into the alleyway behind the club. He jogged away from the scene of the fight, and eventually ducked into another alleyway so that he could stop and rest. Falling to his knees, he used his shirt to wipe away some of the blood off of his face, and he began to catch his breath, when suddenly the darkness of night was broken by a strange beam of light that came from deeper in the alley. The Blue Shirt looked at the beam with a tired eye, and a strange sound began to emit from it, not unlike the sound of a synthesizer. His hand slowly left his eye, with droplets of blood dripping off of his chin and unto the ground, and he stared at the beam in wonder and confusion. "What the f-"

02-08-2015, 07:16 AM	#10 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,354	Chapter Five It wasn't long before the army of Blue Shirts arrived, and they immediately set about destroying the club to draw out the Red Sleeves that had disrespected them. John smiled as he stood up, pointing his sawed-off shotgun into the heart of the army, and they ceased their attack on the club as they glared at him. A few began to talk among themselves, with a few laughs escaping the crowd, and one of the Blue Shirts at the head of the army said "Let's do this. Either throw down, or shoot your shot." The Red Sleeves throughout the club jogged to the front, and now stood beside John, looking quite defiant despite being greatly outnumbered. Ricardo, however, was still on the dance floor with Cleo, the loud music and flashing lights making him completely oblivious to the arrival of his enemies. John looked at the Red Sleeves beside him, smiled, and shrugged as he threw his shotgun back to the bartender. With that, the battle began, and the two gangs fell upon each other in a bloody mix. The Red Sleeves fought bravely, but they were quickly overwhelmed and knocked to the floor, and the kicking of the Blue Shirts prevented them from getting back up. However, John grabbed the legs of one of his attackers, and quickly shot to his feet despite being grabbed and punched. Before returning to the floor, he stumbled across a table and grabbed a bottle, smashing it across the face of someone in the crowd. Just then, Red Sleeves started to pour into the club, and they began to attack the Blue Shirts from behind. The chaos at the front of the club quickly gave way to a massive fight that spanned the entirety of the scene, until it eventually reached the dance floor. "No, this is how you do the Hustle," said Ricardo, as he was about to demonstrate a dance to Cleo, and he was summarily tackled from behind by a Blue Shirt. "Oh, ***!" he groaned as he fell to the floor. He was caught by surprise, and the Blue Shirt hit him hard in the jaw. However, Cleo kicked the Blue Shirt hard in the nose, leaving a nasty gash, and helped Ricardo up as he wiped away the blood that was escaping a cut on his cheek. "Thanks," said Ricardo, as he shot Cleo a curious glance. She looked at him with a dead serious expression, and replied "Nobody* interrupts the Hustle." He let out a short laugh and rolled his eyes, before noticing a few Blue Shirts attacking a Red Sleeve nearby, and he jumped into the fray without any hesitation. As reinforcements continued to arrive at the scene, the Blue Shirts were very quickly losing their momentum as well as the advantage of numbers, and many of them left the fight and ran for the front and back doors. The leader of the Blue Shirt army noticed that the fight was nearing it's end, and he applied pressure to his right eye as he found his way out of the club; he was the one who John had struck with a bottle, and the shattered glass left numerous cuts all around his eye. Blood began to flow through his fingers as he stumbled into the alleyway behind the club. He jogged away from the scene of the fight, and eventually ducked into another alleyway so that he could stop and rest. Falling to his knees, he used his shirt to wipe away some of the blood off of his face, and he began to catch his breath, when suddenly the darkness of night was broken by a strange beam of light that came from deeper in the alley. The Blue Shirt looked at the beam with a tired eye, and a strange sound began to emit from it, not unlike the sound of a synthesizer. His hand slowly left his eye, with droplets of blood dripping off of his chin and unto the ground, and he stared at the beam in wonder and confusion. "What the f-" __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| ----------------------------- Last edited by Oriphiel; 06-27-2015 at 12:11 PM.