Post by Mr. Hyde on Nov 13, 2016 21:04:52 GMT
Act One: The Set Up!
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Introduction: The scene opens on a relatively formal looking house in the Hamptons, the man that has come to be known as Mr. Hyde is lying in bed beside his girlfriend Jenny Colby who is cuddled into his side. The silence is broken when one of the mobile phones on the bedside table starts to vibrate.
I groggily reach over bypassing my smart phone and instead reach for the cheaper basic calm-shell prepaid phone, the only specifically for club business. I lift phone over with my free hand before I gently and carefully flip the phone open and see a text message reading code black, which is club code for a Saint or Saints down along with a street address just outside Boston and the password for this week. I gently peel Jenny off of me and lay her flat in bed before I carefully peel back the sheets and slide myself carefully and more importantly silently out of bed as not to wake Jenny up who's looking angelic as she sleeps.
I carefully lift my clothes off of the chair and grab clean boxers and socks from my bag as well as my two phones from the bedside table before heading into the bathroom to get changed into my boxers, socks, jeans, t-shirt, hoodie. I come out full dressed as I head to the kitchen where I slip on my navy blue Nike Air Force One Leather trainers and grab a pen and piece of paper and write Jenny a quick note before I go saying that I'll be back as soon as I can and that I love her. I quietly and carefully make my way back into the bed where I leave the note on Jenny's bedside table and kiss her gently on the forehead. I sneak back out grabbing my Saints cut off the back of one of the chairs along with my keys off of the sideboard and head out the front door carefully closing the door behind me.
I gently ease my Harley down the driveway and through the gate, closing the gate after getting my bike through. I start my Harley up and take off towards the ferry port in Orient before catching a ferry to New London and then taking the I95 North towards Boston. As I enter Boston I text the other Reapers (A small group of Saints that operate separately from any chapter in the case of emergencies such as this), Irish, Jax, Daryl and Ryan are a ways out yet, I text them telling them I'll do some recon and try and find out what happened before they get there, I continue on following the directions from my phone. As I pull up I smell something is off as there are no local Saints or police at the scene in fact the whole area is pretty deserted, I carefully pull my bike up a bit down the street and continue on foot to the address. As I enter the building it's completely deserted except for what appears to be a body lying flat out on the floor, I survey the area before I move in for a closer look as I do I see that what appeared to be a body lying on the floor is in fact a mannequin dressed to look like a Saint. I quickly turn to make a quick escape smelling a trap that's when I see about six guys enter all with ski masks on and wearing Outcast cuts (A rival club)...
Hyde: Bullocks... Congratulations guys I fell for your little set up... Bad news it was me that fell for your little set up!
I charge at the biggest one of them, catching him by surprise and take him down with a double leg takedown before delivering several savage elbow strikes to his face... One of the others grabs me and sends me flying across the room crashing hard into and through an old plasterboard wall... I quickly get back to my feet catching one of them coming in with a thrust kick to the knee cap before driving my knee into his jaw. I step back through the hole with a sick grin on my face...
Hyde: So which one of you pussies is next?
I spit out some blood on the ground before two of them charge at me and I manage to catch one of them with a thrust kick to the jaw before the other one manages to wrestle me down and delivers some stiff right hands to my face, until I manage to catch one of his punches which allows me to transition around so that he's the one on his back but before I can do any damage I feel cold sting of steel as the butt of a pistol catches me just under my eye causing me to reel backwards and before I can react I feel another blow from the butt of a pistol followed by a third which sends everything to black.
As I come to I feel cold steel against both of my wrists and look up to find both my wrists handcuffed above me and dangling from a length of chain wrapped over an exposed support beam. I try to struggle till the wind is knocked out of me with a right hook to my ribs.
Outcast Member: Ah there's sleeping beauty back in the land of the living...
I look up and see a large burly man who was the one I managed to take out first was the one that knocked the wind out of me with a blow to my ribs. Standing behind him is obviously the ring leader of this little group of Outcasts as he's the one with the pistol and also the one doing the talking...
Outcast Member: Ah if it isn't the Saintly mutt... I have to admit I am a bit impressed the beating you gave my boys... You will get a receipt for that in just a moment I'm afraid but I have to say I am impressed, seems your reputation is well earned...
I'm not able to take my eyes off the piece in his had, a colt 45. He looks at me and smiles...
Outcast Member: Oh don't worry my boys are going to have some fun before I decide whether or not to use this... You see you and your brotherly Saints have been causing me and mine no end of problems... I mean you're not in it for the money so trying to buy you off isn't going to work... Which meant I had to get together with a new friend to come up with another idea... A way to send a message to you and your brotherly saints!
Hyde: You want my cut you can take it off my cold dead body... It's the only way you'll get it off me without a fight...
He starts to laugh...
Outcast Member: You really think I want your cut?
He walks over to me as he continues to laugh before he stops laughing and points the pistol directly at my temple...
Outcast Member: All the bother you've caused me I should just kill you and put the fearless wolf out of my misery...
He cocks the pistol and points it back at my head...
Outcast Member: God knows my boys want me to do it... Ah what the hell...
He gently presses the trigger and images of Jenny flash in front of my eyes until I hear the sound of a miss fire due to an empty chamber...
Outcast Member: Oh the drama... But you went somewhere there... I hope it was with someone special... But back to business... You see killing you would only cause me more problems, most of all an all out war with your club and your allies... But I want you to remember this moment, the moment I could of killed you and there wasn't a damn thing you or your club could do to stop me... But you're going to be a message to the rest of your brotherly Saints...
He forcibly pushes the barrel of the gun into my forehead...
Outcast Member: Do not fuck with Outcast business or else things may go a lot differently for you next time!
He puts the gun away and smiles....
Outcast Member: Now business is done... Boys have at it... But don't damage him too much he is Saint royalty after all! Body shots only boys as we don't want to mess up his pretty saintly face anymore than we have already!
They each take a turn nailing me with a hay-maker like body blows, I manage to force my body not to flinch when they hit home with their blows and each hit drives the air out of my lungs causing my legs to buckle... I start to suck in air before I hear the recognisable sounds of familiar Harleys pulling up outside...
Outcast Member: Seems his Saintly brothers are here to crash our party... Lets get out of here!
I watch as they disappear behind me as the door bursts open and in rushes Daryl, Jax, Irish and Ryan...
Ryan: Shit...
They rush over to me as I manage to mumble in between breaths...
Hyde: Outcasts... Out...Back!
Irish: We got him you go after them!
Daryl and Jax rush out the back after them as Irish helps support my body weight while Ryan loosens the chains lowering me down until I collapse on the ground. Irish helps me back to my feet....
Irish:You okay lad?
I struggle to catch my breath as every breath sends pain coursing through my chest. But eventually I manage to catch my breath somewhat as Jax and Daryl come back in....
Daryl: They're gone!
Jax: Cowardly bastards!
They all look at me as I manage to gain my composure and manage to stay on my feet unaided
Daryl: It was a god damn set up!
Irish: You sure you're alright lad?
I give him a thumbs up choosing not to speak knowing it'll send the pain coursing through my chest again...
Ryan: How the hell did this happen?
Jax: No idea but when we catch them I'll be sure to ask the bastards in between beating the ever loving shit out of them!
I lean against the part of the wall I was tossed through that's still standing, each breath hurting a little less.
Ryan: This had to of been an inside job, they had our numbers and our codes.
Daryl walks over to me....
Daryl: We get to the bottom of this... And trust me they'll pay for this...
I stand leaning against the wall speechless my only thought is getting back to Jenny...
Irish: I think you might need to get looked at lad!
Hyde: I'm fine...
I manage to say through gritted teeth each word hurting a little more.
Irish: Don't try and be a hero lad you can barely stand!
Hyde: I said I'm fine!
I snap back at him ss I manage to stand up right...
Hyde: You guys figure this shit out... There's someone I really need to go see... And thanks guys...
I don't wait for a reply instead I use my remain strength to storm out of there and get back on my bike and make the journey back to Jenny's place in the Hamptons as getting back to Jenny as my only priority.
I groggily reach over bypassing my smart phone and instead reach for the cheaper basic calm-shell prepaid phone, the only specifically for club business. I lift phone over with my free hand before I gently and carefully flip the phone open and see a text message reading code black, which is club code for a Saint or Saints down along with a street address just outside Boston and the password for this week. I gently peel Jenny off of me and lay her flat in bed before I carefully peel back the sheets and slide myself carefully and more importantly silently out of bed as not to wake Jenny up who's looking angelic as she sleeps.
I carefully lift my clothes off of the chair and grab clean boxers and socks from my bag as well as my two phones from the bedside table before heading into the bathroom to get changed into my boxers, socks, jeans, t-shirt, hoodie. I come out full dressed as I head to the kitchen where I slip on my navy blue Nike Air Force One Leather trainers and grab a pen and piece of paper and write Jenny a quick note before I go saying that I'll be back as soon as I can and that I love her. I quietly and carefully make my way back into the bed where I leave the note on Jenny's bedside table and kiss her gently on the forehead. I sneak back out grabbing my Saints cut off the back of one of the chairs along with my keys off of the sideboard and head out the front door carefully closing the door behind me.
I gently ease my Harley down the driveway and through the gate, closing the gate after getting my bike through. I start my Harley up and take off towards the ferry port in Orient before catching a ferry to New London and then taking the I95 North towards Boston. As I enter Boston I text the other Reapers (A small group of Saints that operate separately from any chapter in the case of emergencies such as this), Irish, Jax, Daryl and Ryan are a ways out yet, I text them telling them I'll do some recon and try and find out what happened before they get there, I continue on following the directions from my phone. As I pull up I smell something is off as there are no local Saints or police at the scene in fact the whole area is pretty deserted, I carefully pull my bike up a bit down the street and continue on foot to the address. As I enter the building it's completely deserted except for what appears to be a body lying flat out on the floor, I survey the area before I move in for a closer look as I do I see that what appeared to be a body lying on the floor is in fact a mannequin dressed to look like a Saint. I quickly turn to make a quick escape smelling a trap that's when I see about six guys enter all with ski masks on and wearing Outcast cuts (A rival club)...
Hyde: Bullocks... Congratulations guys I fell for your little set up... Bad news it was me that fell for your little set up!
I charge at the biggest one of them, catching him by surprise and take him down with a double leg takedown before delivering several savage elbow strikes to his face... One of the others grabs me and sends me flying across the room crashing hard into and through an old plasterboard wall... I quickly get back to my feet catching one of them coming in with a thrust kick to the knee cap before driving my knee into his jaw. I step back through the hole with a sick grin on my face...
Hyde: So which one of you pussies is next?
I spit out some blood on the ground before two of them charge at me and I manage to catch one of them with a thrust kick to the jaw before the other one manages to wrestle me down and delivers some stiff right hands to my face, until I manage to catch one of his punches which allows me to transition around so that he's the one on his back but before I can do any damage I feel cold sting of steel as the butt of a pistol catches me just under my eye causing me to reel backwards and before I can react I feel another blow from the butt of a pistol followed by a third which sends everything to black.
As I come to I feel cold steel against both of my wrists and look up to find both my wrists handcuffed above me and dangling from a length of chain wrapped over an exposed support beam. I try to struggle till the wind is knocked out of me with a right hook to my ribs.
Outcast Member: Ah there's sleeping beauty back in the land of the living...
I look up and see a large burly man who was the one I managed to take out first was the one that knocked the wind out of me with a blow to my ribs. Standing behind him is obviously the ring leader of this little group of Outcasts as he's the one with the pistol and also the one doing the talking...
Outcast Member: Ah if it isn't the Saintly mutt... I have to admit I am a bit impressed the beating you gave my boys... You will get a receipt for that in just a moment I'm afraid but I have to say I am impressed, seems your reputation is well earned...
I'm not able to take my eyes off the piece in his had, a colt 45. He looks at me and smiles...
Outcast Member: Oh don't worry my boys are going to have some fun before I decide whether or not to use this... You see you and your brotherly Saints have been causing me and mine no end of problems... I mean you're not in it for the money so trying to buy you off isn't going to work... Which meant I had to get together with a new friend to come up with another idea... A way to send a message to you and your brotherly saints!
Hyde: You want my cut you can take it off my cold dead body... It's the only way you'll get it off me without a fight...
He starts to laugh...
Outcast Member: You really think I want your cut?
He walks over to me as he continues to laugh before he stops laughing and points the pistol directly at my temple...
Outcast Member: All the bother you've caused me I should just kill you and put the fearless wolf out of my misery...
He cocks the pistol and points it back at my head...
Outcast Member: God knows my boys want me to do it... Ah what the hell...
He gently presses the trigger and images of Jenny flash in front of my eyes until I hear the sound of a miss fire due to an empty chamber...
Outcast Member: Oh the drama... But you went somewhere there... I hope it was with someone special... But back to business... You see killing you would only cause me more problems, most of all an all out war with your club and your allies... But I want you to remember this moment, the moment I could of killed you and there wasn't a damn thing you or your club could do to stop me... But you're going to be a message to the rest of your brotherly Saints...
He forcibly pushes the barrel of the gun into my forehead...
Outcast Member: Do not fuck with Outcast business or else things may go a lot differently for you next time!
He puts the gun away and smiles....
Outcast Member: Now business is done... Boys have at it... But don't damage him too much he is Saint royalty after all! Body shots only boys as we don't want to mess up his pretty saintly face anymore than we have already!
They each take a turn nailing me with a hay-maker like body blows, I manage to force my body not to flinch when they hit home with their blows and each hit drives the air out of my lungs causing my legs to buckle... I start to suck in air before I hear the recognisable sounds of familiar Harleys pulling up outside...
Outcast Member: Seems his Saintly brothers are here to crash our party... Lets get out of here!
I watch as they disappear behind me as the door bursts open and in rushes Daryl, Jax, Irish and Ryan...
Ryan: Shit...
They rush over to me as I manage to mumble in between breaths...
Hyde: Outcasts... Out...Back!
Irish: We got him you go after them!
Daryl and Jax rush out the back after them as Irish helps support my body weight while Ryan loosens the chains lowering me down until I collapse on the ground. Irish helps me back to my feet....
Irish:You okay lad?
I struggle to catch my breath as every breath sends pain coursing through my chest. But eventually I manage to catch my breath somewhat as Jax and Daryl come back in....
Daryl: They're gone!
Jax: Cowardly bastards!
They all look at me as I manage to gain my composure and manage to stay on my feet unaided
Daryl: It was a god damn set up!
Irish: You sure you're alright lad?
I give him a thumbs up choosing not to speak knowing it'll send the pain coursing through my chest again...
Ryan: How the hell did this happen?
Jax: No idea but when we catch them I'll be sure to ask the bastards in between beating the ever loving shit out of them!
I lean against the part of the wall I was tossed through that's still standing, each breath hurting a little less.
Ryan: This had to of been an inside job, they had our numbers and our codes.
Daryl walks over to me....
Daryl: We get to the bottom of this... And trust me they'll pay for this...
I stand leaning against the wall speechless my only thought is getting back to Jenny...
Irish: I think you might need to get looked at lad!
Hyde: I'm fine...
I manage to say through gritted teeth each word hurting a little more.
Irish: Don't try and be a hero lad you can barely stand!
Hyde: I said I'm fine!
I snap back at him ss I manage to stand up right...
Hyde: You guys figure this shit out... There's someone I really need to go see... And thanks guys...
I don't wait for a reply instead I use my remain strength to storm out of there and get back on my bike and make the journey back to Jenny's place in the Hamptons as getting back to Jenny as my only priority.
