“Nicky!?” Hugo gasped, surprised by yet another familiar face.
“You could have said you were here. Bitch.” Mark uttered. Hugo gave her an odd look for this random act of hostility, before remembering Nicky was so randomly hated. Hugo’d done so much more to deserve the hate – her brutal murder of Nicky’s pets caused a lot of heartbreak west of the Welsh border.
“Yeah, sorry, I was asleep. Christina, is that you?” Nicky whispered.
“Yeah, why are you whispering?” Christina replied.
“I…don’t know!”
They laughed.
Their moment of humour was quickly interrupted by the cellar door swinging open suddenly again. It was the dead of night, Mark thought, why was this open now? Who was going to come down, and more importantly, why?
“Girls. Shush. We’re here to get you out.”
They’d spent hours searching through CCTV footage before a guard entered suddenly. Linda stopped in her tracks, an Italian ‘who are you?’ was shouted before Gary knocked the man out with a typewriter.
“We’ve got what we needed, let’s get out of here.” Linda uttered urgently, before they made a hurried but calm escape past the reception.
“Hey!” one of the receptionists called, noticing that her bitch of a colleague had been missing for about an hour now.
Two more guards at the front door noticed Gary and Linda’s quickening pace, and, making a move towards them, Linda launched into mid-air before planting her stiletto in Guard A’s eye.
Blood poured and filled the marble floor of the foyer, before Gary took advantage of this newfound slippery surface to trip Guard B. He went skidding with a thud to a marble column, legs wide open and the column leaving a wonderful impression on his manhood.
Throwing her other stiletto aside, they hailed a taxi outside the hotel and rushed to a building site a few miles away.
“Quietly!” Tom whispered to the girls, as they tiptoed past the iron doors that contained Sticks and his accomplices.
Mark, huddled with Hugo and Hannah, hurried their pace as they saw the front door. As Dezzy reached his hand out to the brass handle, it suddenly jolted backwards from him.
Stood in the doorway was Kizwiz and a man with a sack over his head.
“Hey!” she screamed, before Dezzy ripped the sack off his head. It was .Andy..
“Leave him alone! He’s hot!” Christina yelled, before GypsyGoth and her lunged at the TiBB has-been. Taking advantage of this sudden eruption of violence, Mark, Hugo, Hannah and Nicky rushed past them through the door. Now outside, they took in their surroundings. Large heaps of sand and construction equipment – cement mixers, tools, a few Winnebago’s – informed them that they were on a disused/abandoned development.
Their search for an escape was interrupted suddenly by the burst of gunfire. It came from behind.
Immediately ducking to the ground, Mark heard a scream – a woman’s scream – before another, more masculine, shout came from ahead.
“Get the **** back in there right now!” he yelled.
Hugo gasped. It was Magic.
“Now he thinks he’s a mod? What the **** is that mess?” Hugo laughed, with a 2baha. They ran for cover behind a group of wheelbarrows, before GypsyGoth and Tom ran out armed with rifles.
“Where did you get those!?” Hannah yelled, before Dezzy chucked her and Hugo a pistol each.
“Kizwiz has been most co-operative,” Tom replied, before taking fire at Magic. The pasty blond boy on the search-tower screamed embarrassingly and rushed to turn on the searchlights.
“Run!” Dezzy yelled to some of the anonymous girls – as they packed up their proxies and went over to Facebook, or, in The Trap terms, scrambled away down the dirt tracks in their sandals.
A few shots from the tower were heard, and two of these girls fell. It wasn’t Magic, Mark acknowledged, but a girl. Before Mark could try to identify what footwear she was wearing, she took another snipe which narrowly missed them.
“Drats.” Enid hissed.
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As their cab screeched to a halt at the entrance to the site, Gary ran out and Linda slapped the taxi driver for groping her tits. With increasing speed, they ran past some cement blocks and through some iron infrastructure before they heard a scream to their right.
“Dad!” Mark cried, and the two adults ran to behind their shield.
“Are you okay?” Gary screamed with an ah/, as Linda took a look around.
Enid and Magic were now working around the searchtower, picking off random girls with worrying efficiency. Dezzy and Red Moon were engaged in hand-to-hand combat, with .Andy. providing back-up. Kizwiz was being rugby-tackled by Nicky, and Sticks suddenly emerged from his chamber.
“THIS. IS. WAR.” He roared. He pressed a button on a small remote control he had in his grasp, and the site was now brightly-lit. A steamroller and a JCB began advancing towards them, and Hugo could instantly recognize the steamroller’s driver. DamonJ.
“That ****ing slut,” Hugo began, before running towards the steamroller. Mark screamed at her to stop, before realizing the machine could only move at around 6 mph top-speeds. DamonJ looked ridiculous as Hugo outran her vehicle, jumped into the drivers’ seat and head-butted Damon with surprising force.
Back in the clearing, Dean had now gained the advantage with .Andy. in their combat with the Roy. As Dean raised his sword to finish him off, a gunshot suddenly struck him in the chest and he fell to his knees.
“NOOOO!” GypsyGoth screamed, before, caught off-guard she was smacked with a shovel to the face by Kizwiz.
Angered by Dean’s death, Linda, Hannah and Tom ran for the ladders to the search-tower. Once they reached the top, Hannah quickly and stealthily aimed her pistol at the back of Magic’s head. With a short bang, his brains littered the dirt a few metres below.
Noticing her colleague’s grisly demise, Enid grabbed a fire extinguisher and set it off, covering Linda and Hannah in a plume of white smoke. From inside the main room of the tower, 2 more men emerged and armed. Sam! and Fom.
“Oooer, what’s going on here then lool? X” Sam! teased, as he took a shot at Tom. He hid behind an iron pole and the bullet ricocheted with a satisfying clang!
More feet scrambled up the tower – Gary and .Andy. arrived with reinforcements and ammunition.
On the ground below, Christina and Nicky were looking hopeless as Roy and Kiz sized up to them. Just as Kiz was about to deal Christina a blow with her knife, a steam roller crashed into the iron framework beside their Winnebago, sending a cloud of cement and sand to fall straight on top of her.
“She always belonged in dirt,” Hugo laughed, before Red Moon screamed at the demise of his wife, ahh// style. Mark ran and grabbed Nicky and Christina to usher them to safety – thankfully the sniper-fire from the search-tower had seemingly stopped. GypsyGoth provided them with adequate back-up, taking shots at Sticks as he tried to run towards these escapees.
With a sudden roar of an engine, the JCB ran over one of the anonymous girls with a sickening crunch.
“Vile stinking wench!” a cry came from the cockpit of the vehicle – andyman was taking a lot of fun from his duties to Sticks.
Mark, Hugo, Nicky and Christina ran up a ladder onto the top of a Winnebago, seemingly helpless with the sheer size and power of the vehicle turning back on them.
“I think we’d better get some fierce last words in,” Mark warned.
From the search-tower, Fom was now engaged in a gunfight with Linda and Hannah – Hannah thought she could trust him from their chats with him via MSN and what not. Apparently this was no longer the case, as she was on the receiving end of not only his shots, but taunts too.
“I was lying when I said you looked fit!” he laughed, ducking around a corner as Linda aimed a shot at the searchlight. It smashed and part of the clearing was now thrust into darkness.
On the opposite side of the tower, Andy, Tom and Gary were exchanging blows with Enid and Sam!
“Yeah? Well I always thought you were a ****ing homo!” Hannah retorted, before she aimed a well-placed shot at the gas canister behind him. With a sudden explosion, she and Linda were thrown back, but Fom was blown to pieces.
On the other side of the tower, which suddenly rumbled, Tom was knocked off-balance and Sam! smacked him with a wooden plank. In immediate response, Gary kneed him in the face, knocking a front tooth out.
“Oi! Loool” he guffawed, before Enid threw a pile of sharded glass in their direction. Gary took a few cuts, some still impaled, to his back. .Andy. picked them out carefully, before Tom kicked up sand into Sam!’s eyes. He staggered backwards, stumbling upon a fallen shotgun. Without hesitation, he picked it up, and, with glee, shot at Tom.
The shotgun blast a hole straight through Tom’s ribcage – and Hannah, now with Linda on this side, screamed. She thought he was quite fit. With a sorry look on his face, Tom toppled over the side of the tower and into the ground below.
Without thinking, overcome with grief, Hannah fired her pistol suddenly – the bullet landing right between Enid’s eyes. She too toppled over the side and landed in a bloody heap.
As the JCB drew nearer, and Roy and Sticks ran towards them, Mark and the other 3 girls were beginning to look hopeless. Hugo was still on a high from finishing off DamonJ – his forum signatures were just far too embarrassing to let him get away with.
The lifting scoop of the JCB began tearing away at iron structures, andyman seemingly delirious with power and anger. Even Sticks and Roy had to be careful to dodge the falling debris.
With timely composure, andyman maneuvered the vehicle to drive straight towards the Winnebago with Hugo and co. on top, before a girl suddenly leapt into the cockpit with a sword. GypsyGoth.
Even from a distance, the 4 girls could see the blood splatter the windscreen of the JCB – Claudia was nasty but efficient, Christina noted.
“For ****’s sake!” Sticks cried – but his anger was drowned out by the sudden appearance of a helicopter. It lowered above the Winnebago, and Hugo looked up to see who was inside.
“Climb this!” Shaun cried, as James and Jen screamed to their son below.
“Mum! Dad” Hugo screeched with a s0b.
He rushed up the ladder, followed by Nicky, Christina and Mark, as the helicopter carried them to a safe landing bay a few hundred yards away, still on site. Jen had made contact with the search-tower, but wasn’t sure what was happening.
“Ohay Jen.” Gary said through the radio comms, whilst Linda, Hannah and .Andy. tied up Sam! (wahey!) and tortured him for information.
“Ohay Gary,” Jen replied in her Irish glory. “What’s occurring?”
“We’ve grabbed Sam! hostage – I’m here with Hannah, .Andy. and Linda,” he informed.
“Qt.” Jen replied. “We’ve got Mark, Hugo, Christina and Nicky here in the helicopter, we’re ready to go when you are.”
“Hot.” Gary replied. “Who’s flying?”
“Oh, Rory.”
“Qt.”
“IKR?”
“ha2”
Their joyous exchange was interrupted by a smash in the distance – the JCB had now crashed into the main building and was out of control. GypsyGoth had fled from the cockpit and was now making her way towards Sticks and Roy, who were making a getaway.
Scrambling down from the search-tower, Linda and Gary jumped onto motorbikes conveniently located below. The structure was now unsafe thanks to Hannah’s unintentional explosion, and debris was falling down in increasing quantity.
Hannah and .Andy. ran towards the main building and picked up some more guns, before sprinting in Roy+Sticks’ direction. The sudden roar of the motorcycles quickly overtook the Geordie Giant and his accomplice, before screeching to a halt in front of them. As gunfire opened from behind them, Sticks grabbed Roy and used him as a human shield. Roy suddenly had more dents in him than Conzors’ reputation, and he was tossed aside once Gary and Hannah reloaded. Sticks took out an uzi and shot wildly, as Gary hid behind his motorbike. Linda was not so lucky.
Struck down in a shot, Linda hit the ground and rolled on her side to Gary. [dramatic music begins]
“Gary…” she began.
“No, Linda, don’t do this, I can’t-“ he interrupted with a sfsad.
“Shut your noise you flaming queen.” She scolded.
“;O how did you know?” Gary gasped.
“It was obvious all along, you fool. Listen,” she choked, “don’t waste your life away pretending to be something you’re not, Gay-Ray. Shaun will hurt at first, but she’s a strong girl.”
Sticks was now in pursuit of .Andy., Hannah was nowhere to be seen.
“Mark’s a big girl now, and this’ll give you the freedom you’ve been looking for,” Linda continued. “Go out there and find yourself a ludicrously fit man for me, will ya?” she pleaded.
In floods of tears, Gary nodded her head. CRYYOUR much?
“And Gayray?” Linda looked up.
“Y-yes? Ah/” he replied.
“I want this moment in film to be followed by Christina Aguilera’s ‘The Voice Within’…it’s…it’s the best..b-best way…to…” she finally succumbed, and Gary was covered head to toe in goosebumps, drowning in an invisible tide of grief.
“Go.” He finished, before closing Linda’s eyelids.
The dramatic scene was rudely interrupted by a horrifying scream in the distance. The sight was slightly more comical to behold. The steamroller, now driven by Hannah, was slowly but gruesomely crushing Sticks to death. Hannah looked entirely solemn as she performed this deed, and jumped out of the vehicle as it headed towards the search-tower. Now aflame, the tower crumbled and Sam! with it – crashing straight on top of the steamroller.
Stepping towards Gary, Hannah placed a hand on his shoulder, and .Andy. joined their side. They walked towards the helicopter – numbed by grief and pain, but simultaneously relieved it was over. As they passed the bodies of those whose bravery had saved them immeasurably – Dezzy, Tom, Linda – GypsyGoth joined their side and Shaun, Mark and Jen ran towards them.
-stands up with the cast, links arm with Mark and Jen before swiftly making a bow to thw adoring crowd-
-roses are thrown and we all say our thank yous and goodbye....until in a twisted turn of events a gun shot is fired, it's direction currently unknown. 'YEAH, BYE NOW..... UNTIL NEXT TIME' Hugo teases into the camera with a wink and the screen fades-
*sings*... When there's no one else...
Look inside yourself...
Like your oldest friend...
Just trust the voice within...
Then you'll find the strength...
That will guide your way...
You'll learn to begin
To..
Trust..
The..
Voice..
Within...........
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