Desperate Dude

[Fly]

This is excellent.  Hope there'll be more soon.

[ajaxman]

Sorry, for the delay.

Chapter 7

They came at him slowly; grinning with what they thought was going to be an easy kill. The leader stayed back: pussy. By Jax?s count there was thirty of them give or take. Thirty?s a lot more than one.
?Not if they?re wimps,? Jax thought to himself, ?and I?m glad it?s coming sooner than later.?
They slowly approached him, he didn?t give them that luxury, in a flash he was a whirlwind of hands and feet. The three that had been coming up on his left were down groaning. They?d live?. for now. Jax looked up and saw a look on the other three?s faces and smiled; he liked to see fear. He moved towards them, the ran away terrified, right  back to their leader. His face a blanket of rage, he trembled at how easy Jax had taken three of them down. Jax just smiled.
?You think this funny?? the leader yelled at him from behind several Destroyers.
?Yeah, I find all jokes funny.?
?SO, we?re jokes.?
?The biggest joke I ever saw.?
?Destroyers, wreck this piece of shit.?
They all came at him now. They charged at full speed and Jax charged right into them. His fist slammed into anything he could find, he slipped through clumsy grasps and responded with a vicious kick or punch. The sound of snapping bone and screams of agony welcomed his attack as he kept punching and kicking. HE didn?t know how long he had been fighting; he didn?t care. He was in his element. He guessed maybe ten more were down. He charged harder. If they hit him he didn?t feel it. A punch came in on his right, the arm hung in the air where Jax had caught it, with no more thought he twisted and smiled at the sound of breaking bone. A sleight pause to indulge himself; just long enough for the lights to go out.

[Vermin16]

nice man, real nice. ive been waiting a while for the next part.

[GramercyRiff99]

Whoa. I thought this fic was dead, but I like it. (Alex voice) Got a bit of the ole ultraviolence goin' on me chelloveck I see. (/Alex voice) I mean that in a good way, the insane amounts of violence and the great way you describe it adds to this story like nothing else. Two thumbs up.

[ajaxman]

Chapter 8

It was black, it had no beginning or ending it was just darkness. He had heard a word spoken before when he was a child; not too long ago he thought to himself ruefully.
What was that word, he didn?t even know what he was thinking about but right now this word was important. That word, noid? No, that wasn?t it. Come on man, think. Roid? What the hell was that?  Come on???? It dawned on him he couldn?t remember his name. It was something like Henry, maybe David. No that wouldn?t hack it. Wait, Hack.

?Jax,? he said into nothingness. That?s my name. Jax. But what was that word. The teacher had said it about him. What was it, joyed, coyed, void, toyed. Void, it flashed back to him like a shot. The teacher called it void, she was referring to what was between his ears at the time, but he was definitely in it now. Void, nothingness. No demons, no horned angel coming to stick a pitchfork where the sun didn?t shine. This is where he would end up in nothingness. It seemed to fit, he started running. Jax didn?t no where or to what, but he wouldn?t stand still. He moved through the nothing, if it took till the end of everything he would find his way out.

?You ain?t keeping me in this void you bastard,? he screamed to nothing, ?I?m going to get out and when I do I?m coming for your ass. You and me we got some unfinished business, hey you scared or something, you Fa-? A light broke through and Jax ran for it, snarling the whole way. He was sure he could hear something; ?Probably, them pissing themselves. Alright queer bait here I come.?

All of a sudden he found himself in a room, it was dark, and big, and rather quiet. He was alone except for the people in the room. They all were staring at him, at least he thought they were.

?What the fuck?s your problem?? 

Something came close to him, through his hazy vision he saw a Stetson hat and a dark vest.  ?Cowboy, you came to visit me in hell.? He still couldn?t see that well, his vision swimmed before him, but he recognized the voice of his old friend Wyatt.

?What the hell you talking about Jax, I think he?s still delusional Warlord.?

?I don?t doubt it the way they were beating on his ass.? He sort of recognized the other voice. Some guy in a headpiece as he recalled.

?What do you want us to do with him?? This was a new voice, he hadn?t heard it before. But something in the tone made him automatically hate it. He?d never hated someone just by their voice, but this time; he knew he didn?t like this guy.

?We?re going to let him get his brain back together, and then we?ll see.? That was do rag again. His voice was recognizable, the kind you?d remember after hearing it only once. It had authority, and the voice had a tone that let you know it was a voice to be followed.

?I don?t like it, he?s trouble we don?t need. He?s got every Destroyer crying for his blood. That?s heat we don?t need.? The voice said again. It wasn?t whiny, it was quiet, determined, and self assured. Actually, there was little emotion in the voice at all now that Jax thought about it. The voice spoke matter of factly, making an assessment. A true assessment.

?He?s going to chill hear, until he gets better.?

?Yeah Swan, ease up on him. He nearly got japped tonight.? That was Cowboy. So the voices name was Swan. This cat had something in his voice, Jax just couldn?t figure out what.

?Easy for you to say Cowboy, he?s a major thorn in Virgil?s side now-?

?That?s all the more reason to keep him here, just to stick it to Virgil. Your voice has been heard Swan, it?s been noted, and he?s staying here. Now take Snow and Lynx and go on patrol, Tony and Cliff both owe some protection, so make sure to make a trip over there.?

?Alright Cleon, you?re the Warlord.?

?Cowboy, look after him. When he?s ready, I want to see him.?

?Alright Warlord.?

?What the fuck is a Swan.? Jax said sitting up, then realizing his head wasn?t going to let him laid back down.

?It?s a white bird that hangs with ducks.?

?Funny, smart ass.? He tried getting up again, and again laid back down.

?Easy shooter, you took a hell of a stomping. If you could see what I see, well??it ain?t pretty.?

?Yeah, my head feels like hell.? He reached for his head and felt a lump, several lumps. One was supposed to be his eye. He drew it back reflexively. ?Ouch.?

He drew his hand back, there was some blood; his own. ?Fucking wimps.?

?Yeah, not from where I?m standing, looks like they had you pretty good. You were lucky we decided to come back; they?d been working on ya for a couple of minutes before we got in the midst of it.?

?A couple of minutes; all of them on me for two minutes and I?m still standing: I was wrong they ain?t wimps- they?re pussies. Ouch!?

?Quit touching it, here put some alcohol on it.? Cowboy passed him a bottle of something. Jax read the label: George Dickel.

?The good stuff, huh??

?Ah, we hit a shipment of liquor when the driver stopped to piss near here.?

? I bet he pissed himself, when he came out.?

?Yeah. He did.? And they laughed.