Taking Over the Order

But Then It Was One...

G groggily slipped onto his new *stolen* Harley Davidson motorcycle and sped off to his grandfather's mansion - surprisingly untouched by the Anarchy. A mint condition mansion for the leader of G Gang. G drove the motorcycle seven miles away from the mansion and started walking. He wore a fresh, crisp suit and he had shaved his Mohawk off - he wanted to be mature now. Perhaps he was angry as his murderous spree.

When G was a child, his mother was killed by a mysterious disease she got after she cheated on his dad. His dad was killed in the Great Fascist Revolution... He took an RPG rocket straight to the face. This mansion is where G grew up. His grandfather taught him the ways of Anarchy and how when - G - became leader, he was to plunge the country into Anarchy. The reason? To prove a point that a strict Fascist government must get worse.

Apart from that, G was abused heavily; He was raped by the mistress who gave him HIV, Gonorrhea and crabs. He was ordered to cut and tortured by his grandfather's assistants. And yet, he still had the will to do what his grandfather wanted him to do. But the truth was, his grandfather was well alive - just out of the picture.

As G approached the mansion, he looked at his hands and teared up.

"All this hate. All this in-humane shit. All of it." G said. He clenched his fists together and blinked the tears away and glared at the mansion. "This piece of shit is going to fucking regret birth" he pulled a Ruger 6 Shot Revolver from his side and checked it twice. As he approached the mansion - which he ordered his gang to protect and not destroy - he glanced at his grandfather's old office. "Nothing is going to happen yet.. But I feel something big will come in a long while."

G made his way up to his grandfather's office and shot the lock on the door and kicked it open. He was greeted by guards aiming M4's at his head.

"Let the boy live." A man said. G approached the desk. 

"Remember me, grandpa?" He said, glancing behind him.

"Indeed I do, George Harrison Lawrence. Indeed I do." His grandfather announced. "What bringeth you here, child? Are you sick of Anarchy?"

"I want to tell you how unhappy I am. Your scheme to get me to become a criminal has gone far enough. You cunt. How could you make do such horrors. Anarchy! Fascism! You're sickening you bastard!" G said angrily as he waved the pistol around him to make sure the guards would flinch.

"I understand you're unhappy. But that's the way things are. Now, please, die." The Grandfather said. "And understand, that, I am the true leader of this place." G pointed his pistol to his head. "Art thou committing suicide now, George? You can't take the anger building inside to kill me? Knowing that you will fail."

"I don't care. I'd hope for death to be my deterrent before sucking a Fascist dick like yours!" 

The Grandfather gasped. 

"Such vulgarity for a 26 year old punk like you. If it's suicide you contemplate, do it outside so I don't have to worry of a bad smell or your blood everywhere."

"And that's where you're wrong, Gramps!" G said as he dropped a smoke bomb out of his hand. He had been edging his hand to his pocket for some time, and the guards didn't do a thing. As the smoke bomb went off, he blasted his Ruger at point blank to one guard's head and pulled the trigger. Warm blood and brain matter flew all over the room and he shot another bullet into the other guard's chest.

"Art thou finished, George?" The Grandfather said as he he wiped the blood off of his face. 

"Fuck no, cunt" George cheered as he cut the other guard's genitals off and shoved them into his mouth, kicking his mouth shut in the process. "Your literal cock-sucking guards  are dead. Just you and I." G's Grandfather, realizing defeat, made a break for the door, but G was too quick and he shot his third bullet into his grandfather's knee cap. He screamed as he fell down the stairs. G approached him and stated that torture was necessary for such scum.

Chapter 2 Part 2

As G dragged The Grandfather to the mansion's basement, he couldn't help but laugh. He had gotten this far, only to finally torture his torment. He tied his grandfather to a steel bar and attached electrical wires to the bar and stepped back.

"Now," G said, placing his bandanna on his face and removing his suit, only to reveal a shirt revealing a nude woman and some black jeans that looked new. "I've gotten these clothes from my tailor just yesterday. I'd rather not dirty these up. Not even one drop of semen lies in my boxers right now. Because I'm a changed man. I don't need murder, or sex or masturbation in my life anymore. I just want to hurt certain people like you. Really... Really... REALLY.. Slooooowly." He said as he started to sound slightly insane.

"G, look, we can negotiate" The Grandfather said tied to the pole, bleeding from the gunshot wound and on his wrists because of the razor wire tied to them. "But you don't need to do this."

"I don't?! Explain this heresy! OF coooooourse I do. You made me the insane motherfucker I am today. So, please, take some pain!" G readied up a toothpick and a freshly sharpened stick. He proceeded to pluck the toenails and fingernails off of his grandfather and slid the sharp stick deep into the areas in which his nails lied. Afterwards, he bashed out his kneecaps with a sledge hammer and hyper extended his arms to the point of the bones breaking the skin. "ARE YOU FEELING MY ANGER YET, ASSHOLE?" G screamed. "HUH?! TELL ME CUNT! TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME!"

His grandfather hacked blood out of his mouth.. And breathed his last.

"It looks as if you lost a lot of blood. ONE OUNCE TOUCHES ME NOT!" G screamed. He picked up a nearby gasoline can, bottle and oily rag he had brought with him as he had arrived to the mansion. "And now, this place burns, along with your body. I started a humongous gang war, and I plan to die in it. I will die for Anti-Nation. And I will die trying to stop what we started." As the bottle was lit, tossed and broken, G fled. Only to watch the remains of his living hell burn with his anger. G cried a tear of joy, and readied his pistol. "Now. I join the people I killed for the name of Anarchy. And for the name of the G Gang." 

He pulled the trigger, and his head was obliterated. Along with the war and along with Anti-Nation.

And now.. It was just one gang remaining: Hack 'Em Slash 'Em.