LET THE PARTY START!

Shaolin awoke from his slumber and looked around, “where am I?” seeing Dread on the ground, a bloody mess he shook his head,  “Well done Maj, what shall we do with his body? he only has a few minutes to live at the most, ” he then applauded, “I must say you did very well Majestic..” Standing he walked over to the bloody mass. “He really looks a mess Majestic, you aren’t the most artful killer in the world are you?” he chuckled.

Dread could feel his life slipping away, the hatred that he felt for Majestic was overpowering. Unable to move he, he saw the monk bend down to look at him with Majestic beside him. He couldn’t talk but just as the last of his life slipped from him he managed to move his fingers and flipped them off. With one last gurgle of blood in his throat he died.

Majestic almost blushed at Shaolins declaration, “you are too kind,” he giggled as those familiar fangirling feelings resurfaced. “that is the sweetest thing you could have said to me, since you…are the most incredible fighter I have ever witnessed,” he blushed. Noting Dread flipping the birdie he shook his head, “he was a strange man..but I must give him kudos for sticking to his weirdness through to death.” Shrugging his shoulders Majestic laughed, “nah leave him here…the wolves can have em,” He then took out his automatic and shot him in the heart till he had spent all his bullets. Motioning to Shaolin he smirked, “just to make sure he’s dead…lets go home Shaolin, you can lead us, because I may get lost.”

Dread tried to reach for his throat but he arms were broken and he could only stare at Majestic through the slits of his swollen eyes…”f-fuck y-y-you” The gurgle of blood could be heard in his throat.. His eyes began to glaze over and his breath slowed.

Majestic laughed, “sorry shithead, I cannot hear you..could you repeat that? Oh wait theres something wrong with your tongue.” Pulled the guys tongue out and cut it off. “Now you were saying..” he sneered, threw the tongue on the ground and walked toward Shaolin, “Hey wake the fuck up Monk!”

Shaolin awoke from his slumber and looked around, “where am I?” seeing Dread on the ground, a bloody mess he shook his head,  “Well done Maj, what shall we do with his body? he only has a few minutes to live at the most, ” he then applauded, “I must say you did very well Majestic..” Standing he walked over to the bloody mass. “He really looks a mess Majestic, you aren’t the most artful killer in the world are you?” he chuckled.

Dread could feel his life slipping away, the hatred that he felt for Majestic was overpowering. Unable to move he, he saw the monk bend down to look at him with Majestic beside him. He couldn't talk but just as the last of his life slipped from him he managed to move his fingers and flipped them off. With one last gurgle of blood in his throat he died.

slipping out his knives once more he took one and slightly slit the others thorat. “Now…what were you saying again?” he chuckled, then sat down on the side watching the other with in pain. Raking a cigarette out he began sucking on it and blew smoke rings. “Do you realize how long one can live without actually killing them. this is such great fun..” Majestic chuckled, still creating smoke rings.

Dread tried to reach for his throat but he arms were broken and he could only stare at Majestic through the slits of his swollen eyes..."f-fuck y-y-you" The gurgle of blood could be heard in his throat.. His eyes began to glaze over and his breaht slowed.

"You poor pathetic creature…do you really think you could pleasure anyone with your tiny pathetic thing  you call a cock? Its smaller than my little finger," Snickering he took the other by the throat and stared into his eyes, "you always were delusional and I always hated you too..so the feeling is mutual." smashing the heel of his foot over his throat, almost breaking his neck.

"Ask your wife how she liked it" It was getting impossible for Dread to talk, he could barely breath and blood was pouring form his mouth and nose. More than a few of his teeth had been knocked out. His eyes were almost shut closed but he wasn't going to beg...he'd be damned if he begged a fucker like Majestic. "Fuck you and that bitch you married!" He was barely conscious. He wheezed out a chuckle.

"Blabber on shit head, I ain’t killing you right now, I’m having too much fun." Squeezing the others face he chuckled, "I’m going to break every bone in your body and then I’m going to cut out that tongue of yours, because everything that comes from it is blabbering shit!" he laughed. And hit him over and over again, throwing him from pillar to post. "I really should have some kind of accompanying music while I kill you…it would be so funny," he snickered, his eyes twinkling from the anticipation of death. Majestic was in his element, he just wish he had a better opponent than the idiot he was now throwing around.

"You can do what you want to me but every time you close your eyes...every time you touch your wife" he laughed painfully "you'll know I was there first...that the man you looked down on beat you when it counted the most." He moaned as Majestic threw him, breaking more bones. "I fucking hate you Majestic and I always have."

Majestic smirked as the other pulled out his gun. Shaking his head he could have just taken the bullets but he didn’t want to ruin his outfit. Laughing hysterically he shouted, “boohoo I wanted to play knives first…you were always such a sad little bitch,” And dodged the bullets as they rang through the air.

Dread's hand began to shake, Majestic was getting closer to him and he wasn't hitting him. Knives he should have remembered, Majestic loved to kill with knives. Chancing a look at the monk he could see he was sleeping...sleeping! Fuck...he was going to die and he knew it but he was going to hurt Majestic first. Running out of bullets he threw the gun down...what the fuck was he going to do now?

Majestic laughed at the others words, “you always did talk so much shit didn’t you bitch? Now its time to die.” Majestic wanted this over but not too soon, he wanted to play first, “Lets play..” he smirked, revealing his knives,

Shaolin knew Majestic was no pushover, waving away the others words he leaned against the trunk of the tree and yawned, “I give this guy ten seconds flat..” he snickered,  closed his eyes ready to get in a little nap.

Dread could feel the sweat beginning to run down his back. This was it...he had to kill Majestic. Shooting a quick glance at the monk he knew he would have to kill him too. He gave a strangled laugh, "The only one that's going to die is you...you should have stayed home with your bitch and bastard child." He smirked, "When I kill you fucker I'm going after your whore and fuck her then beat her ass to death." Bringing up his gun he fired at Majestic.

Tracer took the jacket from Majestic and spread it on the coffee table. Placing her hands on it she thought of Dread, picking up tendrils of his essence from the jacket she began to track the threads in her mind, concentrating on where he was at the present time. She could see the dark threads as they spread out showing where he had been. Catching sight of the pale blue thread she latched onto it. This was the one that would lead her to him. She frowned as she scenery flashed through her mind. He was on the mountain. Finally it stopped at an old abandoned cabin not far from their old home. Fixing the location in her mind she opened her eyes and smiled, gotcha bitch! “I know where he is.” Shaolin had just entered and she smiled, “Babe do you remember the old cabin about a half mile above our old home? He’s there. His thread to the place is very strong.” Turning to Maj she gripped his hand, “Sha knows exactly where he is…go kill his ass.” Touching the side of his neck she poured some of her power into him, “This will enhance your powers Maj…make him pay." Kissing his cheek, she stood and walked to her husband, kissing him softly. ”Keep him safe and make sure Dread’s dead.” 

Majestic cheered when Tracer pin pointed Dread. “YES!” and hugged her warmly. “Thanks so much, and oh…Wicked is leaving all this up to me. Its best if she took care of-our baby. ” He shared, hugged her once more and turned to shaolin, “lead the way Monk!”

Entering the room, Sholin captured the image from Tracers mind and smiled, “that is not far from here..” Kissing his wife on the cheek. “I won’t be long baby…” he smiled and beckoned Majestic to follow him. It must of been a good few hours before the arrived at the site. “see I told you it wasn’t too far.” Taking a seat beneath a weeping willow he smiled, “if you need me I’ll be right here..” Shaolin spoke truthfully.

Dread could hear voices outside, going to the window he saw Majestic and the monk outside. He began to sweat how could they have found him? He had seen no one and talked to know one since he had escaped to the mountain. There was no way he could put this off. He picked up the gun he had and tucked it in the back of his jeans. Taking a deep shaky breath he stepped outside. "What the fuck are you doing here...both of you..." He pulled his gun, waving it at the other men "Get the fuck away from me" He sneered at Majestic, "It this about that little bitch wife of yours. Well let me give you some information about that bitch, I was her first, that's right Maj, you're getting my sloppy seconds. I had that bitch every way that a man can and she enjoyed it." He laughed, "While you were flaunting her I was laughing cause I had her long before you bro. I broke her in for you."