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After being defeated by Tsubomi Kido and her gang of friends back in Japan, the duo of serial killers made up of Ghostface's current operator(Mickey Alitieri)and the enigmatic ChromeSkull(Jesse Cromeans) returned to America. ChromeSkull didn't see much use in continuing a grudge against a girl who had soundly defeated them and left him looking even more hideous/disfigured after the fact. Mainly due to getting a vial of acid knocked onto his face after being tackled by Kido in an attempt to save the lives from her friends from the serial killer.
Narrowly saving his partner in crime after a paralysis effect that had kept Mickey frozen finally wore off, the two escaped capture from the police. With the Japanese police likely to be hot on their trail, Chrome and Mickey quickly vacated the country. Leaving behind a bad reputation with the Yakuza who had once thought so highly of ChromeSkull.
Only for all of it to go to waste thanks to the efforts of one superpowered teenage girl and her friends.
But this time ChromeSkull and Ghostface are coming back to the Land of the Rising Sun and they're not coming alone..
Narrowly saving his partner in crime after a paralysis effect that had kept Mickey frozen finally wore off, the two escaped capture from the police. With the Japanese police likely to be hot on their trail, Chrome and Mickey quickly vacated the country. Leaving behind a bad reputation with the Yakuza who had once thought so highly of ChromeSkull.
Only for all of it to go to waste thanks to the efforts of one superpowered teenage girl and her friends.
But this time ChromeSkull and Ghostface are coming back to the Land of the Rising Sun and they're not coming alone..
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It was then that ChromeSkull(Jesse Cromeans) and the second killer to adopt the Ghostface moniker(Mickey Alitieri) were accepted into the fold as it were of the Red Sea. ChromeSkull was asked to watch over Mickey to make sure the younger inexperienced serial killer didn't get himself in too much trouble. But for as much fun as Mickey would have with all of his new friends who celebrated his murderous tendencies, the good times would eventually have to come to an end. ChromeSkull still had a business to run back home and while his assistant, Socket, kept things in check for the most part, he'd feel more comfortable if he was back on land. Ready to kill someone at a moment's notice and not just to teach Mickey a valuable lesson.
Eventually, the two said their goodbyes and departed, although they'd always have a means to contact Sal and Wada if the need ever arose. The same could have been said for the witch and the shark. Killers have to stick together right?
Which is why we come to the current scene where a young girl with green hair and red eyes is sprinting down an abandoned alleyway in the dead of night. Perfect night for a killing, isn't it? Let's see just how much our murdering duo has learned.
With her back literally up against the wall, the woman started to claw at the brick walls of the alley. One might have wondered why she didn't simply scream for help. Surely, even this late someone would come out and investigate the noise right? Well, that would have been the sensible thing to do had she not escaped from ChromeSkull's lair missing the ability to speak or make any sort of vocalization beyond a pathetic croaking. Her cellphone would surely be the next resort then! Just call 911 and have them take care of the menacing men in costumes running after you with knives. But Mickey had taken care of this and slipped the phone off her person after ChromeSkull had done the hard part and kidnapped her. Just another sign that perhaps all of the teaching Wada and Sal and Chrome had done was finally sinking in.
Now, she had gotten herself pinned into a spot that didn't seem too safe. Their was always the option to turn back and run around, hoping maybe the random stranger who's out for a midnight stroll might be keen on giving a helping hand. But their would be none of that, no second chances as a familiar black cloak drifted into the alleyway and two steel-toed boots seeped out from the jagged bottom of the robes, attached to a pair of black jeans as the only sort of light coming off the figure was the hunting knife they were running along the wall. The girl could see that she was in trouble and clearly recognized this dark figure as being one of her assailants. Seeing as how he had her trapped between the wall and a possible chance to run and alert someone to her plight, she'd ball up her fists and wailed relentlessly on the killer as they approached. The blows impacted with loud thuds and the killer actually stumbled back for a brief moment.
But this was just another ploy that had been taught, another lesson being put into use: Lure your victims into a false sense of security. Make them feel as if they have a possible chance to escape before finally springing the knife/machete/razor blades/hatchet/etc on them. Lashing upwards with the knife, the girl's chest was cut wide open, causing blood to squirt out like an ink-jet, coating the killer's white mask red. Using the last of her strength however, she'd push the killer up against the wall and slowly but surely tumbled to her knees and was soon reduced to crawling as she poked her head out of the alleyway, dragging a lengthy trail of blood behind her. Outside the alleyway was a freedom that would forever elude her, though a glimmer of hope would appear in the form of a late night jogger. But try as she might to call out to him, her death groans are not loud enough to be heard over the jogger's music. Having seen enough and not wanting his victim making more of a mess as she already had, the killer gripped her by the hair and pulled her back in and the less said about how they finished her off, the better as her body was left in a state far too grotesque to be described efficiently in the english language.
More to the point, a black hearse would have pulled up at the mouth of the alleyway and the driver could have been seen conversing with someone. But only the driver's voice could be heard and their was a good reason for that. As the passenger side door opened up, another figure adorned entirely in black stepped out with a cell-phone in one hand and a small duffle bag in the other. His fingers moved like a blur as he pressed down the keys.
The robed figure stood up from his carnage and turned to face his partner, the one known as ChromeSkull by the media and his organization of serial killers.
"Nah, it wasn't her, Chrome. You would think that after we searched through the police records for girls in the area who fit the very tight parameters of being sixteen, having green hair, and red eyes, we'd eventually get her! But I guess you're right. Still, doesn't sit well with me that we basically sat across from where she ate and even talked to her during that hotel thing! Yet, we didn't lay a hand on her. What kind of malarky is that-Ooh, what's in the bag?"
Annoyed by his partner's usual excitable nature, as it contrasted heavily with ChromeSkull's more professional one, he'd toss the bag towards Mickey and quickly started a new message on his cellphone.
Grumbling under his breath, Mickey pulled down his hood and unstrapped the mask from his head. Reaching into the duffle bag, he'd pull out the traditional 'screaming ghost' one that Stu Macher and Billy Loomis had worn as he slipped it back onto his head.
"C'mon Chrome! It wasn't even that bad! I mean sure that Brandon James guy looked like a bad Jason Voorhees from Part 2 impersonator, but you gotta get with the times! Things are changing and we're getting left in the dust! We gotta adapt and the best way to do that is mix things up!"
Closing the phone up, ChromeSkull tapped on the passenger side window, and the driver quickly unlocked the doors. Opening them, Ghostface and Chrome sat in and Mickey eagerly leaned in to look over Chrome's shoulder as he pulled up a picture of...Some guy who seemed to have waaaay too much time on his hands.
"..What are we gonna do with him? I mean, I'm super happy I passed and all, but what's he gotta do with us?"
"..I dunno, he seems pretty weird to me."
"I want to listen to the radio! If we're going out to meet this guy then I want some music to get me in the mood!"
As the two serial killers continued to argue among themselves over who had control of the radio, the driver continued forward. An ever loyal follower of ChromeSkull's organization, the driver saw no need to speak up when his superiors were talking. The only thing he had been designated to actually do with his time was take ChromeSkull and Mickey wherever they damn well pleased, no questions asked and when they arrived? He knew what his fate would likely end up being when around three different serial killers and he was fine with it.
So it came as a surprise to no one that the driver came to a dead stop outside the Vernon Esate. Seemed like one's typical abode in a slasher flick, the house seemed decrepit in it's construction to the point that nearby trees had started to grow onto/over the roof and entryway. To add to the spooky atmosphere, a tire swing that looked like it had seen better days swung aimlessly from side to side without anybody to occupy it.
As the driver nodded to show he acknowledged his boss's orders, ChromeSkull stepped out of the car with Mickey following behind. Upon drawing closer to the home Chrome would have noticed some of the windows had been smashed. Perhaps a result of a would be victim attempting to make a runaway and being flung through some glass for their troubles? Or maybe it was some kids who realized something was up with this family and decided to do something about it. Or maybe it was just shithead kids. ChromeSkull hated those things.
As Chrome propped a boot onto the front porch, he'd pause and typed up a brief message for Mickey to read as he held the phone over his shoulder.
Ghostface gave a mocking salute and Chrome flipped him the bird before entering the house. Stepping onto the porch himself, Mickey sat down near the front door. Wasn't too often that he got relegated with the more simple tasks. Mickey guard this or Mickey watch out for the police/witnesses. Mickey stop being so goddamn annoying. Honestly, the Ghostface Killer had been working forever to get his veteran partner to appreciate him and he still wasn't feeling it even after Chrome had brought him along to get this Leslie guy because he was so impressed with how Mickey had pulled off that kill.
But before Mickey could internally angst over how his fellow serial killer treated him, some kind of music began to play. Didn't sound like something Chrome would be interested in, hell Mickey was sure that before he started messing around with it that radio was never even used! But it didn't sound like it was coming from within the house anyway..
Drawing his hunting knife from within his sleeve, Mickey made his way off the porch and motioned to the driver that'd be going that way. Not that Mickey particularly cared what happened to this guy. People like him were a dime a dozen in Chrome's organization, which Mickey still didn't have quite the fullest grasp of what that was all about. But he supposed it wasn't his place to question Chrome's business.
As he walked around, he could feel mud squishing and plopping underneath the soles of his boots. Wasn't exactly the most pleasant of noises and if he were chasing a victim it totally would have given him away. Was this why that Leslie guy decided to live out here? If victims somehow managed to escape, he'd be able to listen and find out where they went? Still didn't quite explain the music..
"Gotcha!..Huh?"
Just where he had been expecting a would be-victim to be there was nothing but a tape recorder which seemed to have finished it's current track. It clicked and the music came to a halt. Wary of just what was happening right now, Mickey kept his knife at the ready as he approached the table that the recorder was sitting on. Seemed like something any average joe could purchase from a local electronics store. But apart from creeping the hell out of his victims what purpose did it have-
"Boo."
Glancing down, Mickey's eyes widened behind the black cloth on his mask as he now had a sickle blade held to his neck. This obviously wasn't Chrome's work given that a sickle seemed a bit too 'primitive' for him and there was a voice. Sounded southern in it's delivery. Which made getting Leslie on board even better! They'd be ChromeSkull, Ghostface, and some backwaters hick fuck. This same hick fuck also had the second Ghostface Killer dead to rights and Mickey was furious over it.
"Y-You fucker! W-What the hell do you think you're doing?! We're both slashers! Back the hell off!" Mickey screeched to the heavens above although he wouldn't make any sudden moves on the fact that his attacker could easily slit his throat if he felt the inclination to do so. Thankfully just before Mickey was about to screw dignity and call for his partner to save him, the sickle was removed and Mickey quickly stumbled forward to turn and face his attacker.
The masked man doesn't say a word even as Mickey points a 150 Buck Hunting Knife in his direction. The sickle blade is slowly lowered to his side and he simply steps to Mickey's side and recovers the tape recorder. Pressing the rewind button until the tape makes it's clicking noise, he props it down on the table and turns to face Mickey who has gotten up in his face at this point with his knife held to his neck.
"You think you're funny or something? Threatening me and then acting as if I'm not even here? You've got some balls, kid. I'll have you know my partner is in that building right now looking for Leslie Vernon and you're dealing with the-"
"Woodsboro Killer also known in the media as Ghostface, yeah?"
"Woodsboro Killer aka Ghost...Face. Yeah! I guess word spreads pretty quickly, huh? But you think flattery is gonna save you here?"
The other killer didn't seem afraid in the slightest and actually moved to remove his own mask, revealing an average looking man behind it with black eyeliner all around his eyes. Flashing a smile Mickey's way, he nodded his head.
"Yes. You're Mickey Alitieri and you wanted to become famous, right?"
"...How do you know that? I never told anyone but my partners that."
"..How do I know that?! You're talking to one of the biggest slasher fans ever! Hel-LO! Hahaha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I don't mean to be rude but c'mon! You and ChromeSkull aka Jesse Cromeans are some of my biggest idols! The way you two operate in sync so well together is amazing! But let me introduce myself, I'm Leslie Mancuso! Or Vernon if you'd prefer. I don't think a Leslie Vernon ever really existed to be honest but if his name gets me cred then he'll exist in my book!"
Ghostface lowered his knife from Leslie's neck, not out of any mercy or anything like that. Mickey wasn't sure that word even existed in his vocabulary. But just more out of being unsure of the next move that this guy would make. So he was some kind of slasher fanboy? Mickey supposed he could see some common ground between himself and Leslie then, sure. But this guy was so on point with stuff that should have only been known to Chrome and him!
"...Yeah. What was with attacking me and the music then?"
Leslie's eyes glistened at the thought of being able to explain his motives to another slasher and a big name one at that! Grasping the recorder, Leslie gestured to it like it was a fancy prize worth idolizing or something when in reality it was just a five dollar tape recorder.
"This helps build up an atmosphere which I feel helps out any potential slasher in training! Like me for example, so I set it to play whenever a victim wanders too close near the house. They're left wondering what the hell that noise is and where it's coming from and then when they wander back there? BAM! I jump out at em and the suspense finally pays off! I guess I just thought you were a victim...Sorry-"
Before Leslie could continue further, he was gripped by the collar of his overalls and pulled in close as Mickey held the knife above his head, ready to strike it down into Leslie's chest.
"I don't know how you know all that stuff about Chrome and me, I don't really give a shit! But you think you can just lure me back here and call me a victim?! You seem to know exactly who I am and that's someone that isn't to be trifled with! I'm the second man to wear the Ghostface moniker and I'm nobody's victim! Especially not one for a gutless rookie like you!"
Which is what Chrome's phone said as it was flung through the air, eventually reaching it's destination as it cracked Mickey on the back of the head. Turning around and then downwards to see the message on the phone, Mickey stomped his foot like a petulant child.
"B-But he called me a victim! We're the killers, not victims!"
But Chrome wasn't taking no for an answer. Simply folding his arms, he tapped a foot impatiently to indicate that he wasn't going to wait long for Mickey to release Leslie. Not wanting to incur his partner's wrath after he had just made himself look good with his first practiced kill, Mickey relaxed his grip on Leslie. This allowed the younger serial killer(in training!) to calmly step back and reaching down to grab Chrome's phone made his way over to where ChromeSkull was standing as he passed off the phone.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about all this. It's just that apart from my friends I don't really get too many visitors! My friends keep telling me it's because of my super bubbly nature but I don't want it to be because of that! I want it to be because I'm a slasher on the level of Jason and Freddy! So when I heard some people stomping around, my mind just assumed they were victims..I'm really sorry."
"Oh yeah, yeah! I totally get what you mean! I mean you lead your own organization right? You gotta be able to afford the best when you can and you gotta have them fat stacks to convince the cops not to butt in on your work, right? It's totally understandable!"
Annoyed by how easily Leslie was getting off the hook for attacking him, Mickey walked forward while pointing his knife at Leslie in a sort of questioning manner.
"Um...So, what? You're just letting him off without a slap on the wrist even? He almost killed me, Chrome!"
Mickey was completely and utterly flabbergasted. The very same serial killer that had threatened to kill him back when they were fighting over a victim, the same killer who had been by Mickey's side when they were trying to kill an annoying green haired bitch with super powers and her gang of friends, the same friend that went to a hotel party and went to a world filled with killers and monsters! Was now taking the side of some newbie who had more information about the two of them then he knew what to do with?!
"I can't exactly say that he's wrong! Most slashers would have been the ones doing the sneaking, not getting sneaked up on! Hehehe, I'm sorry Mickey! It's just that getting to do that gets me so happy!"
"It's Ghostface to you, Vernon/Mancuso, whatever the hell your name is. I'll be in the front.." Mickey grumbled under his breath as he moved back to the front of the house. What had just happened back there?! That rookie killer got the jump on him and then proceeded to read his motives to him like he were some kind of book on display at the library! Then, then the worst slight came when ChromeSkull started to defend him! Swinging his knife around like a madman, Mickey glanced at the driver still sitting blankly in his spot.
"C'mere...I need to work out some agresssion!"
Pulling the driver out of the car by the collar, Mickey slammed him up against the side of it and began stabbing profusely. It wasn't as cathartic as Mickey would have liked as the driver had gotten himself doped up on painkillers before going out, a staple of those who worked under ChromeSkull in case Chrome decided to punish them or they were captured by authorities. Eventually the driver's body stopped reacting even slightly to the stabs and Mickey pushed the corpse to the ground.
Hearing Leslie continuing to chatter at Chrome as they walked to the front, Mickey quickly threw the driver's corpse into a nearby bush and wiped off the blood with one of his cloak's sleeves. Wasn't exactly the most proficient clean up job but he didn't need Chrome breathing down his neck more than usual.
Oh good! They were leaving this guy behind and moving on! Maybe they could continue their search for Kido and finally murder the brat! The thought of her, laying on the ground with her clothes torn, soaked in her own blood as Ghostface stood over her, poised to finish the job. As Mickey had gotten lost in his fantaies, Leslie and Chrome slipped into the car. Chrome had idly wondered where the driver had gone off too but no big deal. Driving the car himself wasn't an issue. But Mickey was snapped right back into reality as he saw Leslie taking the pasenger seat.
"Hey! That's my seat! I'm the veteran killer here, Vernon! You can't just waltz in and sit your ass down where the real stars sit! I have half a mind to-"
"...Are you serious?! We're partners, Chrome!"
"..Fine."
Eventually, the two said their goodbyes and departed, although they'd always have a means to contact Sal and Wada if the need ever arose. The same could have been said for the witch and the shark. Killers have to stick together right?
Which is why we come to the current scene where a young girl with green hair and red eyes is sprinting down an abandoned alleyway in the dead of night. Perfect night for a killing, isn't it? Let's see just how much our murdering duo has learned.
With her back literally up against the wall, the woman started to claw at the brick walls of the alley. One might have wondered why she didn't simply scream for help. Surely, even this late someone would come out and investigate the noise right? Well, that would have been the sensible thing to do had she not escaped from ChromeSkull's lair missing the ability to speak or make any sort of vocalization beyond a pathetic croaking. Her cellphone would surely be the next resort then! Just call 911 and have them take care of the menacing men in costumes running after you with knives. But Mickey had taken care of this and slipped the phone off her person after ChromeSkull had done the hard part and kidnapped her. Just another sign that perhaps all of the teaching Wada and Sal and Chrome had done was finally sinking in.
Now, she had gotten herself pinned into a spot that didn't seem too safe. Their was always the option to turn back and run around, hoping maybe the random stranger who's out for a midnight stroll might be keen on giving a helping hand. But their would be none of that, no second chances as a familiar black cloak drifted into the alleyway and two steel-toed boots seeped out from the jagged bottom of the robes, attached to a pair of black jeans as the only sort of light coming off the figure was the hunting knife they were running along the wall. The girl could see that she was in trouble and clearly recognized this dark figure as being one of her assailants. Seeing as how he had her trapped between the wall and a possible chance to run and alert someone to her plight, she'd ball up her fists and wailed relentlessly on the killer as they approached. The blows impacted with loud thuds and the killer actually stumbled back for a brief moment.
But this was just another ploy that had been taught, another lesson being put into use: Lure your victims into a false sense of security. Make them feel as if they have a possible chance to escape before finally springing the knife/machete/razor blades/hatchet/etc on them. Lashing upwards with the knife, the girl's chest was cut wide open, causing blood to squirt out like an ink-jet, coating the killer's white mask red. Using the last of her strength however, she'd push the killer up against the wall and slowly but surely tumbled to her knees and was soon reduced to crawling as she poked her head out of the alleyway, dragging a lengthy trail of blood behind her. Outside the alleyway was a freedom that would forever elude her, though a glimmer of hope would appear in the form of a late night jogger. But try as she might to call out to him, her death groans are not loud enough to be heard over the jogger's music. Having seen enough and not wanting his victim making more of a mess as she already had, the killer gripped her by the hair and pulled her back in and the less said about how they finished her off, the better as her body was left in a state far too grotesque to be described efficiently in the english language.
More to the point, a black hearse would have pulled up at the mouth of the alleyway and the driver could have been seen conversing with someone. But only the driver's voice could be heard and their was a good reason for that. As the passenger side door opened up, another figure adorned entirely in black stepped out with a cell-phone in one hand and a small duffle bag in the other. His fingers moved like a blur as he pressed down the keys.
JESUS CHRIST, MICKEY. WHEN I SAID MAKE A GOOD FIRST IMPRESSION, I DIDN'T MEAN PAINT THE GODDAMN ALLEY WALLS WITH HER BLOOD. WAS THIS EVEN THE RIGHT GIRL? I TOLD YOU SHE WENT BACK TO JAPAN AND WE AIN'T GONNA SEE HER AGAIN!
The robed figure stood up from his carnage and turned to face his partner, the one known as ChromeSkull by the media and his organization of serial killers.
"Nah, it wasn't her, Chrome. You would think that after we searched through the police records for girls in the area who fit the very tight parameters of being sixteen, having green hair, and red eyes, we'd eventually get her! But I guess you're right. Still, doesn't sit well with me that we basically sat across from where she ate and even talked to her during that hotel thing! Yet, we didn't lay a hand on her. What kind of malarky is that-Ooh, what's in the bag?"
Annoyed by his partner's usual excitable nature, as it contrasted heavily with ChromeSkull's more professional one, he'd toss the bag towards Mickey and quickly started a new message on his cellphone.
IT'S YOUR OLD MASK. DUNNO WHY THE HELL YOU TOOK THAT ONE FROM THE POLICE STATION'S EVIDENCE ROOM. LOOKS UGLY AS SHIT COMPARED TO THE ORIGINAL ONE.
Grumbling under his breath, Mickey pulled down his hood and unstrapped the mask from his head. Reaching into the duffle bag, he'd pull out the traditional 'screaming ghost' one that Stu Macher and Billy Loomis had worn as he slipped it back onto his head.
"C'mon Chrome! It wasn't even that bad! I mean sure that Brandon James guy looked like a bad Jason Voorhees from Part 2 impersonator, but you gotta get with the times! Things are changing and we're getting left in the dust! We gotta adapt and the best way to do that is mix things up!"
I'M DOING JUST FINE IN THE 'OLD WAY'. NOW GET IN THE CAR, SINCE YOU PERFORMED SO WELL ON YOUR FIRST KILL, I'VE DECIDED I'M GONNA LET YOU HELP ME WITH SOMETHING.
Closing the phone up, ChromeSkull tapped on the passenger side window, and the driver quickly unlocked the doors. Opening them, Ghostface and Chrome sat in and Mickey eagerly leaned in to look over Chrome's shoulder as he pulled up a picture of...Some guy who seemed to have waaaay too much time on his hands.
"..What are we gonna do with him? I mean, I'm super happy I passed and all, but what's he gotta do with us?"
HIS NAME'S LESLIE MANCUSO, BUT HE'S TAKING ON THE MONIKER OF THE 'VERNON' LEGEND. TO HELP BUILD HIMSELF UP AS A POTENTIALLY BIG SLASHER LATER ON DOWN THE ROAD. HEARD ABOUT HIM THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE, THOUGHT MAYBE YOU TWO WOULD GET ALONG. YOU BOTH HAVE A KNACK FOR POINTING OUT...THINGS.
"..I dunno, he seems pretty weird to me."
AREN'T WE ALL? HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, MICKEY?
"I want to listen to the radio! If we're going out to meet this guy then I want some music to get me in the mood!"
As the two serial killers continued to argue among themselves over who had control of the radio, the driver continued forward. An ever loyal follower of ChromeSkull's organization, the driver saw no need to speak up when his superiors were talking. The only thing he had been designated to actually do with his time was take ChromeSkull and Mickey wherever they damn well pleased, no questions asked and when they arrived? He knew what his fate would likely end up being when around three different serial killers and he was fine with it.
So it came as a surprise to no one that the driver came to a dead stop outside the Vernon Esate. Seemed like one's typical abode in a slasher flick, the house seemed decrepit in it's construction to the point that nearby trees had started to grow onto/over the roof and entryway. To add to the spooky atmosphere, a tire swing that looked like it had seen better days swung aimlessly from side to side without anybody to occupy it.
THANKS FOR THE RIDE. WAIT IN THE CAR UNTIL WE GET LESLIE.
As the driver nodded to show he acknowledged his boss's orders, ChromeSkull stepped out of the car with Mickey following behind. Upon drawing closer to the home Chrome would have noticed some of the windows had been smashed. Perhaps a result of a would be victim attempting to make a runaway and being flung through some glass for their troubles? Or maybe it was some kids who realized something was up with this family and decided to do something about it. Or maybe it was just shithead kids. ChromeSkull hated those things.
As Chrome propped a boot onto the front porch, he'd pause and typed up a brief message for Mickey to read as he held the phone over his shoulder.
THIS PLACE IS SUPPOSEDLY THE BASIS FOR THAT VERNON LEGEND I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT. IF IT TURNS OUT THAT THE MAN WE'RE LOOKING FOR ISN'T FRIENDLY? DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO. WE CERTAINLY AIN'T GONNA SHED TEARS OVER SPILLED BLOOD
Ghostface gave a mocking salute and Chrome flipped him the bird before entering the house. Stepping onto the porch himself, Mickey sat down near the front door. Wasn't too often that he got relegated with the more simple tasks. Mickey guard this or Mickey watch out for the police/witnesses. Mickey stop being so goddamn annoying. Honestly, the Ghostface Killer had been working forever to get his veteran partner to appreciate him and he still wasn't feeling it even after Chrome had brought him along to get this Leslie guy because he was so impressed with how Mickey had pulled off that kill.
But before Mickey could internally angst over how his fellow serial killer treated him, some kind of music began to play. Didn't sound like something Chrome would be interested in, hell Mickey was sure that before he started messing around with it that radio was never even used! But it didn't sound like it was coming from within the house anyway..
Drawing his hunting knife from within his sleeve, Mickey made his way off the porch and motioned to the driver that'd be going that way. Not that Mickey particularly cared what happened to this guy. People like him were a dime a dozen in Chrome's organization, which Mickey still didn't have quite the fullest grasp of what that was all about. But he supposed it wasn't his place to question Chrome's business.
As he walked around, he could feel mud squishing and plopping underneath the soles of his boots. Wasn't exactly the most pleasant of noises and if he were chasing a victim it totally would have given him away. Was this why that Leslie guy decided to live out here? If victims somehow managed to escape, he'd be able to listen and find out where they went? Still didn't quite explain the music..
"Gotcha!..Huh?"
Just where he had been expecting a would be-victim to be there was nothing but a tape recorder which seemed to have finished it's current track. It clicked and the music came to a halt. Wary of just what was happening right now, Mickey kept his knife at the ready as he approached the table that the recorder was sitting on. Seemed like something any average joe could purchase from a local electronics store. But apart from creeping the hell out of his victims what purpose did it have-
"Boo."
Glancing down, Mickey's eyes widened behind the black cloth on his mask as he now had a sickle blade held to his neck. This obviously wasn't Chrome's work given that a sickle seemed a bit too 'primitive' for him and there was a voice. Sounded southern in it's delivery. Which made getting Leslie on board even better! They'd be ChromeSkull, Ghostface, and some backwaters hick fuck. This same hick fuck also had the second Ghostface Killer dead to rights and Mickey was furious over it.
"Y-You fucker! W-What the hell do you think you're doing?! We're both slashers! Back the hell off!" Mickey screeched to the heavens above although he wouldn't make any sudden moves on the fact that his attacker could easily slit his throat if he felt the inclination to do so. Thankfully just before Mickey was about to screw dignity and call for his partner to save him, the sickle was removed and Mickey quickly stumbled forward to turn and face his attacker.
The masked man doesn't say a word even as Mickey points a 150 Buck Hunting Knife in his direction. The sickle blade is slowly lowered to his side and he simply steps to Mickey's side and recovers the tape recorder. Pressing the rewind button until the tape makes it's clicking noise, he props it down on the table and turns to face Mickey who has gotten up in his face at this point with his knife held to his neck.
"You think you're funny or something? Threatening me and then acting as if I'm not even here? You've got some balls, kid. I'll have you know my partner is in that building right now looking for Leslie Vernon and you're dealing with the-"
"Woodsboro Killer also known in the media as Ghostface, yeah?"
"Woodsboro Killer aka Ghost...Face. Yeah! I guess word spreads pretty quickly, huh? But you think flattery is gonna save you here?"
The other killer didn't seem afraid in the slightest and actually moved to remove his own mask, revealing an average looking man behind it with black eyeliner all around his eyes. Flashing a smile Mickey's way, he nodded his head.
"Yes. You're Mickey Alitieri and you wanted to become famous, right?"
"...How do you know that? I never told anyone but my partners that."
"..How do I know that?! You're talking to one of the biggest slasher fans ever! Hel-LO! Hahaha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I don't mean to be rude but c'mon! You and ChromeSkull aka Jesse Cromeans are some of my biggest idols! The way you two operate in sync so well together is amazing! But let me introduce myself, I'm Leslie Mancuso! Or Vernon if you'd prefer. I don't think a Leslie Vernon ever really existed to be honest but if his name gets me cred then he'll exist in my book!"
Ghostface lowered his knife from Leslie's neck, not out of any mercy or anything like that. Mickey wasn't sure that word even existed in his vocabulary. But just more out of being unsure of the next move that this guy would make. So he was some kind of slasher fanboy? Mickey supposed he could see some common ground between himself and Leslie then, sure. But this guy was so on point with stuff that should have only been known to Chrome and him!
"...Yeah. What was with attacking me and the music then?"
Leslie's eyes glistened at the thought of being able to explain his motives to another slasher and a big name one at that! Grasping the recorder, Leslie gestured to it like it was a fancy prize worth idolizing or something when in reality it was just a five dollar tape recorder.
"This helps build up an atmosphere which I feel helps out any potential slasher in training! Like me for example, so I set it to play whenever a victim wanders too close near the house. They're left wondering what the hell that noise is and where it's coming from and then when they wander back there? BAM! I jump out at em and the suspense finally pays off! I guess I just thought you were a victim...Sorry-"
Before Leslie could continue further, he was gripped by the collar of his overalls and pulled in close as Mickey held the knife above his head, ready to strike it down into Leslie's chest.
"I don't know how you know all that stuff about Chrome and me, I don't really give a shit! But you think you can just lure me back here and call me a victim?! You seem to know exactly who I am and that's someone that isn't to be trifled with! I'm the second man to wear the Ghostface moniker and I'm nobody's victim! Especially not one for a gutless rookie like you!"
MICKEY! THAT'S ENOUGH!
Which is what Chrome's phone said as it was flung through the air, eventually reaching it's destination as it cracked Mickey on the back of the head. Turning around and then downwards to see the message on the phone, Mickey stomped his foot like a petulant child.
"B-But he called me a victim! We're the killers, not victims!"
But Chrome wasn't taking no for an answer. Simply folding his arms, he tapped a foot impatiently to indicate that he wasn't going to wait long for Mickey to release Leslie. Not wanting to incur his partner's wrath after he had just made himself look good with his first practiced kill, Mickey relaxed his grip on Leslie. This allowed the younger serial killer(in training!) to calmly step back and reaching down to grab Chrome's phone made his way over to where ChromeSkull was standing as he passed off the phone.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about all this. It's just that apart from my friends I don't really get too many visitors! My friends keep telling me it's because of my super bubbly nature but I don't want it to be because of that! I want it to be because I'm a slasher on the level of Jason and Freddy! So when I heard some people stomping around, my mind just assumed they were victims..I'm really sorry."
DON'T MENTION IT. EVERYBODY'S GOTTA START SOMEWHERE. I LOOKED AROUND IN YOUR HOUSE. LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVE A PRETTY GOOD SETUP GOING ON HERE. CAN'T SAY I'M MUCH MORE FOR THE AESTHETIC OF THE PLACE. PREFER MORE OUT OF THE WAREHOUSES WHERE YOU CAN JUST PACK BODIES AWAY.
"Oh yeah, yeah! I totally get what you mean! I mean you lead your own organization right? You gotta be able to afford the best when you can and you gotta have them fat stacks to convince the cops not to butt in on your work, right? It's totally understandable!"
Annoyed by how easily Leslie was getting off the hook for attacking him, Mickey walked forward while pointing his knife at Leslie in a sort of questioning manner.
"Um...So, what? You're just letting him off without a slap on the wrist even? He almost killed me, Chrome!"
THEN GET BETTER, MICKEY.
Mickey was completely and utterly flabbergasted. The very same serial killer that had threatened to kill him back when they were fighting over a victim, the same killer who had been by Mickey's side when they were trying to kill an annoying green haired bitch with super powers and her gang of friends, the same friend that went to a hotel party and went to a world filled with killers and monsters! Was now taking the side of some newbie who had more information about the two of them then he knew what to do with?!
"I can't exactly say that he's wrong! Most slashers would have been the ones doing the sneaking, not getting sneaked up on! Hehehe, I'm sorry Mickey! It's just that getting to do that gets me so happy!"
"It's Ghostface to you, Vernon/Mancuso, whatever the hell your name is. I'll be in the front.." Mickey grumbled under his breath as he moved back to the front of the house. What had just happened back there?! That rookie killer got the jump on him and then proceeded to read his motives to him like he were some kind of book on display at the library! Then, then the worst slight came when ChromeSkull started to defend him! Swinging his knife around like a madman, Mickey glanced at the driver still sitting blankly in his spot.
"C'mere...I need to work out some agresssion!"
Pulling the driver out of the car by the collar, Mickey slammed him up against the side of it and began stabbing profusely. It wasn't as cathartic as Mickey would have liked as the driver had gotten himself doped up on painkillers before going out, a staple of those who worked under ChromeSkull in case Chrome decided to punish them or they were captured by authorities. Eventually the driver's body stopped reacting even slightly to the stabs and Mickey pushed the corpse to the ground.
Hearing Leslie continuing to chatter at Chrome as they walked to the front, Mickey quickly threw the driver's corpse into a nearby bush and wiped off the blood with one of his cloak's sleeves. Wasn't exactly the most proficient clean up job but he didn't need Chrome breathing down his neck more than usual.
GET IN THE CAR, MICKEY. WE'RE LEAVING.
Oh good! They were leaving this guy behind and moving on! Maybe they could continue their search for Kido and finally murder the brat! The thought of her, laying on the ground with her clothes torn, soaked in her own blood as Ghostface stood over her, poised to finish the job. As Mickey had gotten lost in his fantaies, Leslie and Chrome slipped into the car. Chrome had idly wondered where the driver had gone off too but no big deal. Driving the car himself wasn't an issue. But Mickey was snapped right back into reality as he saw Leslie taking the pasenger seat.
"Hey! That's my seat! I'm the veteran killer here, Vernon! You can't just waltz in and sit your ass down where the real stars sit! I have half a mind to-"
SIT DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP. GET IN THE BACK. PLENTY OF LEG ROOM BACK THERE.
"...Are you serious?! We're partners, Chrome!"
BACK. SEAT. NOW.
"..Fine."
Pulling open the back seat, Mickey climbed into the back seat and shut the door behind him. He supposed Chrome hadn't been wrong. There was plenty of room for him to sit and stew in his angry thoughts about how things had gotten completely fucked around thanks to Leslie poppin in. Where they going to be traveling around the country with him now? Mickey wasn't sure he'd be able to handle that! Glancing up at the car's ceiling as Chrome started to pull out of the driveway, Mickey reached forward to mess with the radio only for Chrome to slap his hand away.
"Ow!"
"Oh, sorry Ghostface! I was talking with Jesse before we got back here. You guys thought I was pretty crazy right? But I told Jesse that my neighbors are even crazier! They're planning on moving to Japan soon or something so I figured it'd be appropriate if I stopped in to say hello! He also said I could mess around with the radio. You want any station in particular?'
"..."
Mickey couldn't believe what was happening. Everything he had worked so hard to build up was tumbling around him. All of his efforts to please ChromeSkull and get into his good graces? Completely sidelined by this guy who wasn't even really Leslie Vernon, just some guy using the name for street cred! What was up with calling Chrome by his first name too? Mickey was his partner and even he didn't get to do that! But it was just another thing Leslie didn't seem to mind waving around in his face! But Mickey had to know when to call it quits and when the radio was taken out of his hands, he could only surrender.
"Just...Any station is fine.."
"Okay! Let's see what we got here.."
Ugh! Mickey hated this song! It was the song that Sidney's annoying boyfriend sang to her in the cafeteria! But then again knowing how much Leslie seemed to know about Chrome and him, Mickey shouldn't have been surprised if Leslie knew that and picked precisely this song to turn to! Simply folding his arms, Mickey turned on his side to try and get some sleep. He didn't want to question about these neighbors. Hopefully they were just some senile old folks who didn't know about Leslie's true colors and he could say goodbye and they'd be on their way.
But what ended up happening was something that neither Mickey or ChromeSkull could have prepared for. As the car came to a stop, Mickey sat up and glanced around. Looked like they had backed it even further into the outdoors if that was even possible after seeing Leslie's house. Looked like their was some kind of desolate shack in the background.
"Welp! This is the Sawyer home alright! I think they're actually getting ready to go if those bags in the pickup truck mean anything! So it'll be goodbye for both of us! Won't be but a second!" Leslie exclaimed as he rushed out of the car as Mickey huffed and folded his arms behind his head. "Good riddance. How about we bail out of here now, Chrome?"
"What?! What exactly is your damage with him? Ever since we ran into him, you've been buddy-buddy! You even let him call you, Jesse! You never let me do that!"
"...Alright, alright. But I expect some reasoning because jeez.." Pulling his mask off and then the rest of the robes with it, Mickey exited and the car and shuffled after Leslie who had been standing by the door almost as if he were waiting for the other slasher. Standing next to Leslie, Mickey glanced at the doorbell.
"..Are you gonna ring or?"
"Nah, they don't like it when people ring the doorbell. Frightens Bubba."
"..Bubba?"
Before Leslie could give an answer, the door was pulled open revealing an elderly looking man who seemed to be coated in what looked like blood and even bits of bone were stuck to his apron. Squinting his eyes at Leslie and Mickey, the old man smiled upon finally realizing who was standing around his front door.
"Leslie Vernon! I thought I told you to stop coming around here, you son of a bitch! Hahahaha! How's the business going for ya? If you catch my drift and hey, who's the friend? Your partner or somethin? Name's Drayton Sawyer and any friend of Leslie's is a friend of the Sawyers!" Drayton explained as he held a hand out towards Mickey who was still wearing his gloves.
"..Right. Name's Mickey." Taking Drayton's hand, Mickey gave it a firm shake before Drayton stepped to the side and motioned for the two to come inside. "C'mon in! We're gonna be leaving soon for that worldwide tour of my famous chilli in a little bit but you boys can come in and grab a bite to eat if ya want!"
Leslie smiled and opened his mouth to accept only for Mickey to jab him in the side. As Leslie coughed and tried to catch his breath, Mickey leaned forward and pressed his forearm against the door.
"Yeah, yeah cut the bullshit. We know you're a bunch of sick people eating fucks! I dunno why Leslie wanted to say goodbye to you guys but it sure as hell ain't got nothing to do with me! So, why don't I just see this Bubba that I heard about?" Mickey snapped fed up with having to act so polite around a bunch of cannibals! Mickey may have killed people but he didn't eat them! That was a line that shouldn't have been crossed! Which is why he repeatedly started ringing the door bell causing a loud buzzing to erupt from within the house. Hysterical crying could have been heard coming from upstairs soon after.
"Oooh, now you've done it! You've gotten the big boy all upset! Leslie, control your goddamn friend and get him outta here! We don't need Bubba coming down here and wrecking the merchandise!" Drayton roared as Leslie seemed absolutely flustered by Mickey's antics. "Y-You're ruining everything, Ghostface! I was going to wait a little bit longer!"
"Wait a little bit longer for what? I gotta say I'm not too afraid of someone named.."
Mickey's finger slowly slipped back from the doorbell and he quickly started racing back towards the car with Leslie in hot pursuit. The reason they had started running? Was because both of them had heard a chainsaw revving and the big goliath wielding it racing down the stairs and out the front door, wrecking the screen door in the process.
"ARRRRRRROOOOOOOOO! GAAAAAH!"
"Get that asshole, boy! Get him and cut him up good!"
As Ghostface and Leslie quickly piled into the backseat of the car, Chrome didn't even have enough time to grab his phone as Leatherface began sawwing at the hood of his hearse. Shifting the car in reverse, Chrome put the pedal to the meddle and quickly backed up. He had seen Mickey ringing the doorbell and Leslie seemingly getting upset over something but he had no idea this would have happened!
As the car started to race backwards, Leatherface raced after it swinging his chainsaw all the way, hooting and hollering. But it quickly became apparent that he wasn't going to catch up anytime soon. Shifting the car back, Chrome quickly sped away from the shack. What the hell had happened there?
"It was Ghostface's fault! I just wanted to work my way in and then murder all of them! To show to you guys that I could do it! But he kept ringing the doorbell until Leatherface came down and started chasing us!"
"How was I supposed to know that you were going to kill them!? You seemed pretty friendly with cannibals!"
"Did you think we were actually going to sit down and have lunch?"
"Who knows?! Maybe!"
"What's your problem with me, exactly?"
Finally, a piece of good news and one that didn't involve shitting on him!
"You mean...We could actually stop and look for her?"
After Chrome had finished explaining, Leslie raised a hand like a student would in a classroom. Nodding towards the serial killer, Leslie cleared his throat before speaking. "...Who is this woman you two are speaking of? If I'm allowed to ask I mean."
"..I see. Well, if you can stay behind the pickup truck, we should be able to sneak on no problem!"
And so the plan would be kicked into gear with the trio of killers pursuing the Sawyer Family to the local airport. Upon which they'd sneak aboard the plane meant to bring the Sawyers to Japan and murdered the staff and hid in the back. Wasn't the most comfortable of spots but you had to take what you could get. Besides, provoking Leatherface into using his chainsaw on a plane didn't exactly seem like the smartest move for anyone involved. To make sure they weren't discovered and murdered in their sleep, Leslie/Mickey/Chrome each took turns to watch out for the Sawyers.
Upon finally touching down in Japan, the trio stayed quiet until they were sure Drayton/Leatherface and the other Sawyers were all off the plane. From there, Chrome was the first of the three to exit.
"Sorry!"
"Well, whatever! We're here now and we can go looking for that little bitch! We'll make her pay for crossing us, Chrome!"
"Yeah, and I'll help too!"
"...Shut up, Leslie."
As the trio set about on their own place to hide and think of a plan, the Sawyers were fast to get things set up. In the center of Tokyo Square, a platform had been designed in preparation for Drayton's arrival. The rest of the Sawyers had made their way off somewhere...More discrete to hide until Drayton called upon them. He was the public eye for the Sawyers after all!
"Alright, alright now! I'm glad all of you folks here in the land of the Risin Sun could get yourselves up and out here to see this wonderful display I have on for you! In fact I'm honored that your country accepted my invitation to be the first step on my world tour for the Sawyer family's legendary 'Last Round Rolling Chilli!' You're all welcome to come up and grab a free sample if you'd like! I got plenty for all of ya, hahahaha!"
Wherever Kido and her friends were, it seemed like Japan had a whole new problem with the cannibalistic inbred rednecks making their way in and two serial killers with a grudge and some new blood back to settle a score...
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"Ow!"
"Oh, sorry Ghostface! I was talking with Jesse before we got back here. You guys thought I was pretty crazy right? But I told Jesse that my neighbors are even crazier! They're planning on moving to Japan soon or something so I figured it'd be appropriate if I stopped in to say hello! He also said I could mess around with the radio. You want any station in particular?'
"..."
Mickey couldn't believe what was happening. Everything he had worked so hard to build up was tumbling around him. All of his efforts to please ChromeSkull and get into his good graces? Completely sidelined by this guy who wasn't even really Leslie Vernon, just some guy using the name for street cred! What was up with calling Chrome by his first name too? Mickey was his partner and even he didn't get to do that! But it was just another thing Leslie didn't seem to mind waving around in his face! But Mickey had to know when to call it quits and when the radio was taken out of his hands, he could only surrender.
"Just...Any station is fine.."
"Okay! Let's see what we got here.."
Ugh! Mickey hated this song! It was the song that Sidney's annoying boyfriend sang to her in the cafeteria! But then again knowing how much Leslie seemed to know about Chrome and him, Mickey shouldn't have been surprised if Leslie knew that and picked precisely this song to turn to! Simply folding his arms, Mickey turned on his side to try and get some sleep. He didn't want to question about these neighbors. Hopefully they were just some senile old folks who didn't know about Leslie's true colors and he could say goodbye and they'd be on their way.
But what ended up happening was something that neither Mickey or ChromeSkull could have prepared for. As the car came to a stop, Mickey sat up and glanced around. Looked like they had backed it even further into the outdoors if that was even possible after seeing Leslie's house. Looked like their was some kind of desolate shack in the background.
"Welp! This is the Sawyer home alright! I think they're actually getting ready to go if those bags in the pickup truck mean anything! So it'll be goodbye for both of us! Won't be but a second!" Leslie exclaimed as he rushed out of the car as Mickey huffed and folded his arms behind his head. "Good riddance. How about we bail out of here now, Chrome?"
TAKE YOUR COSTUME OFF AND GO WITH LESLIE. THESE PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE CANNIBALS ACCORDING TO HIM. DON'T NEED ANY UNNECESSARY LOSSES IF I CAN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
"What?! What exactly is your damage with him? Ever since we ran into him, you've been buddy-buddy! You even let him call you, Jesse! You never let me do that!"
IT'S...COMPLICATED, MICKEY. JUST DO WHAT I'M ASKING, ALRIGHT? I COULD WRING YOUR NECK FOR KILLING MY DRIVER IF I WANTED TO. BUT I'M NOT NOW AM I? BECAUSE YOU'RE MY PARTNER AND WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER, LIKE IT OR NOT. NOW GO DO WHAT I ASKED.
"...Alright, alright. But I expect some reasoning because jeez.." Pulling his mask off and then the rest of the robes with it, Mickey exited and the car and shuffled after Leslie who had been standing by the door almost as if he were waiting for the other slasher. Standing next to Leslie, Mickey glanced at the doorbell.
"..Are you gonna ring or?"
"Nah, they don't like it when people ring the doorbell. Frightens Bubba."
"..Bubba?"
Before Leslie could give an answer, the door was pulled open revealing an elderly looking man who seemed to be coated in what looked like blood and even bits of bone were stuck to his apron. Squinting his eyes at Leslie and Mickey, the old man smiled upon finally realizing who was standing around his front door.
"Leslie Vernon! I thought I told you to stop coming around here, you son of a bitch! Hahahaha! How's the business going for ya? If you catch my drift and hey, who's the friend? Your partner or somethin? Name's Drayton Sawyer and any friend of Leslie's is a friend of the Sawyers!" Drayton explained as he held a hand out towards Mickey who was still wearing his gloves.
"..Right. Name's Mickey." Taking Drayton's hand, Mickey gave it a firm shake before Drayton stepped to the side and motioned for the two to come inside. "C'mon in! We're gonna be leaving soon for that worldwide tour of my famous chilli in a little bit but you boys can come in and grab a bite to eat if ya want!"
Leslie smiled and opened his mouth to accept only for Mickey to jab him in the side. As Leslie coughed and tried to catch his breath, Mickey leaned forward and pressed his forearm against the door.
"Yeah, yeah cut the bullshit. We know you're a bunch of sick people eating fucks! I dunno why Leslie wanted to say goodbye to you guys but it sure as hell ain't got nothing to do with me! So, why don't I just see this Bubba that I heard about?" Mickey snapped fed up with having to act so polite around a bunch of cannibals! Mickey may have killed people but he didn't eat them! That was a line that shouldn't have been crossed! Which is why he repeatedly started ringing the door bell causing a loud buzzing to erupt from within the house. Hysterical crying could have been heard coming from upstairs soon after.
"Oooh, now you've done it! You've gotten the big boy all upset! Leslie, control your goddamn friend and get him outta here! We don't need Bubba coming down here and wrecking the merchandise!" Drayton roared as Leslie seemed absolutely flustered by Mickey's antics. "Y-You're ruining everything, Ghostface! I was going to wait a little bit longer!"
"Wait a little bit longer for what? I gotta say I'm not too afraid of someone named.."
Mickey's finger slowly slipped back from the doorbell and he quickly started racing back towards the car with Leslie in hot pursuit. The reason they had started running? Was because both of them had heard a chainsaw revving and the big goliath wielding it racing down the stairs and out the front door, wrecking the screen door in the process.
"ARRRRRRROOOOOOOOO! GAAAAAH!"
"Get that asshole, boy! Get him and cut him up good!"
As Ghostface and Leslie quickly piled into the backseat of the car, Chrome didn't even have enough time to grab his phone as Leatherface began sawwing at the hood of his hearse. Shifting the car in reverse, Chrome put the pedal to the meddle and quickly backed up. He had seen Mickey ringing the doorbell and Leslie seemingly getting upset over something but he had no idea this would have happened!
As the car started to race backwards, Leatherface raced after it swinging his chainsaw all the way, hooting and hollering. But it quickly became apparent that he wasn't going to catch up anytime soon. Shifting the car back, Chrome quickly sped away from the shack. What the hell had happened there?
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED THERE?! YOU GUYS WERE GONE FOR FIVE MINUTES AND THEN YOU HAVE A RETARD IN A SUIT WIELDING A CHAINSAW RUSHING OUT THE DOOR
"It was Ghostface's fault! I just wanted to work my way in and then murder all of them! To show to you guys that I could do it! But he kept ringing the doorbell until Leatherface came down and started chasing us!"
"How was I supposed to know that you were going to kill them!? You seemed pretty friendly with cannibals!"
"Did you think we were actually going to sit down and have lunch?"
"Who knows?! Maybe!"
"What's your problem with me, exactly?"
ENOUGH! THEY MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT GOING TO JAPAN, YEAH?
Chrome typed up as a way of disrupting the argument between Leslie and Mickey before it got too heated. As both slashers pulled out their signature weapons, Leslie turned to face Chrome and nodded. "..Yeah. It's to promote the chili that Drayton makes out of human flesh and bone that Leatherface and his brothers get. Why?"WE'LL SNEAK ON BOARD THE PLANE THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE TO GET THERE. IT'LL BE OUR TICKET BACK INTO THE COUNTRY WITHOUT HAVING TO DEAL WITH THE CONSTANT YAKUZA ASSASSINS THAT KEEP BEING SENT AFTER MICKEY AND ME. CHECK THE BACK TRUNK TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM. IF THIS DOESN'T STOP THEN WE'RE GOING TO RUN OUT OF ROOM. HELL, MAYBE YOU'LL EVEN GET WHAT YOU WANT, MICKEY.
Finally, a piece of good news and one that didn't involve shitting on him!
"You mean...We could actually stop and look for her?"
IF WE GET THE TIME. IF. MY MAIN PRIORITY IS GONNA BE TRYING TO GET A MEETING WITH THE YAKUZA GOING SO WE'LL GET THEM OFF OUR BACKS. THEY STILL AREN'T PLEASED WE BAILED ON THEM TO AVOID GETTING CAUGHT BY THE POLICE. YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT, I GET WHAT WE WANT, WE'LL ALL BE HAPPY. SOUND GOOD?
After Chrome had finished explaining, Leslie raised a hand like a student would in a classroom. Nodding towards the serial killer, Leslie cleared his throat before speaking. "...Who is this woman you two are speaking of? If I'm allowed to ask I mean."
SOME JAPANESE TEEN WITH POWERS THAT MICKEY HAD AN EYE FOR. WE TRIED TO KILL HER, DIDN'T GO TOO WELL. I DIDN'T THINK TOO MUCH OF IT. SHE POURED ACID ON MY FACE. I TRIED AND FAILED TO KILL HER. ALL'S FAIR I SUPPOSE. BUT MICKEY AND I HAVE BEEN RAIDING POLICE STATION AFTER POLICE STATION TO SEE IF MAYBE THEY HAD ANY INFORMATION ON IF THEY'D SEEN A GIRL MATCHING HER DESCRIPTION AROUND IN THE COUNTRY. SHE SEEMS TO ATTRACT A LOT OF PEOPLE LIKE US. FOR WHATEVER REASON THAT MAY BE.
"..I see. Well, if you can stay behind the pickup truck, we should be able to sneak on no problem!"
GOOD. THEN LET'S GET TO IT.
And so the plan would be kicked into gear with the trio of killers pursuing the Sawyer Family to the local airport. Upon which they'd sneak aboard the plane meant to bring the Sawyers to Japan and murdered the staff and hid in the back. Wasn't the most comfortable of spots but you had to take what you could get. Besides, provoking Leatherface into using his chainsaw on a plane didn't exactly seem like the smartest move for anyone involved. To make sure they weren't discovered and murdered in their sleep, Leslie/Mickey/Chrome each took turns to watch out for the Sawyers.
Upon finally touching down in Japan, the trio stayed quiet until they were sure Drayton/Leatherface and the other Sawyers were all off the plane. From there, Chrome was the first of the three to exit.
IT'S A GOOD THING FOR THOSE PAINKILLERS BECAUSE I'VE GOT SUCH A CRICK IN MY BACK FROM ONE OF YOU GUYS CONSTANTLY KNEADING MY BACK WITH YOUR BOOTS WHILE YOU'RE SLEEPING.
"Sorry!"
"Well, whatever! We're here now and we can go looking for that little bitch! We'll make her pay for crossing us, Chrome!"
"Yeah, and I'll help too!"
"...Shut up, Leslie."
As the trio set about on their own place to hide and think of a plan, the Sawyers were fast to get things set up. In the center of Tokyo Square, a platform had been designed in preparation for Drayton's arrival. The rest of the Sawyers had made their way off somewhere...More discrete to hide until Drayton called upon them. He was the public eye for the Sawyers after all!
"Alright, alright now! I'm glad all of you folks here in the land of the Risin Sun could get yourselves up and out here to see this wonderful display I have on for you! In fact I'm honored that your country accepted my invitation to be the first step on my world tour for the Sawyer family's legendary 'Last Round Rolling Chilli!' You're all welcome to come up and grab a free sample if you'd like! I got plenty for all of ya, hahahaha!"
Wherever Kido and her friends were, it seemed like Japan had a whole new problem with the cannibalistic inbred rednecks making their way in and two serial killers with a grudge and some new blood back to settle a score...
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