Hey, guys.
So, a few people have asked me to do the Creepypasta readings once again, or read them a story; I thought I'd take the next best option and write up a short story for y'all to peruse at your leisure. There's a small catch - you get to choose how the story goes! Let's see where this goes.
(While I'm here - good luck to all who have applied for Super Admin! Y'all are great.)
Defiance WARNING: This story features extreme violence and harsh language.
"I don't know what you're tryin' to pull, son," his cockney accent carried through their ears unpleasantly, Alan Harper was one gangster no-one wanted to cross, and this little group of now tied-up misfits had done that not once, but three times.
"There are good reasons why the heist failed!" Jackie cried, and during his attempt to explain himself, Harper had one of his goons help him sharpen a machete, "if you'd just listen!"
"No, mate. No, you've done my nut in with your incessant fucking excuses," Harper was not the merciful sort; the very idea that they had gotten away with failing on him twice before was absolutely unheard of. He couldn't have anymore excuses - the other mob bosses would think he'd have gone soft!
"Now you, my boy. You're gonna tell me which o' your friends are gonna get the chop," before Jackie could even open his mouth to give an alternative option, Harper brought the blade to Jackie's throat, "one more fucking word, son. One more fuckin' word - other than a name - and I will cut until I hit bone... and then keep cuttin' until I see a slab o' brainless meat on the floor."
Jackie's friends were knelt down. Goons surrounded them; big, intimidating men with guns that only made them look even more terrifying. Alan "Butcher" Harper was known for carving his enemies up and making a bloody spectacle of it - literally.
Jackie looked at his friends, all three of them were people he had known from childhood. He took a sharp breath; he had seen people die before, but his friends... these were his friends!
Ricky was one of the two on his left, and he was the stoic, silent one of the group. Never spoke up unless he had something meaningful to contribute. He was the brawn of the operation and a pretty good gunman. But a bullet in his shooting arm during the failed heist left him wobbly and now things were a little more difficult.
Johnny was the loudmouth. He was also the explosives and safecracking/lockpicking expert. He never knew when to shut up, and this was what got them caught in the first place. But his skill at improvised explosives was also what saved them. Johnny had a bad habit of gambling with house money, and was already on Harper's bad side...
Then there was Boris. Boris was the gang's mechanic and getaway driver and was not a native so could only really speak broken English. Boris had a tough time with the group as it was, and knew full well that his life was on the line, here. He was the only one to get out of the incident unscathed.
Jackie was the gang's leader and its spirit. He was the charismatic part of the gang and the one that managed to sweet talk his way out of getting a member of the gang killed the first two times. But when no-one stuck to the plan, and the heist failed... there was no getting away from Harper this time.
"So, who's it gonna be, Jackie boy?"
Who should Jackie sacrifice? Do the poll and one lucky person will get a milkor! Will continue tomorrow.
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