Blurry soon yelled, "What the actual fuck?!" His voice was deep, not really manly but more demonic, satanic almost. "You have shit for aim! This is how you aim." He soon pushed the clique member, his gang member, to the ground with his foot, his black vans by his throat. "One... two... three. Goodnight." He then shot him in the head with his fingers, seeming like a bullet went through anyways even if he didn't have a gun.
The other clique member pointed shakily, "sir... a kid..." Blurry soon growled, beyond pissed. "You're fucking useless." He then act like he shot him with his fingers, killing him and snapping his fingers. When he did, the bodies disappeared like that. He soon pulled out his knife, his red eyes glowing in the dark.
He began to sing, his voice dark and low. "All my friends are heathens, take it slow... Wait for them to ask you who you know... Please, don't make any sudden moves. You don't know the half of the abuse..." His voice was slow as he repeated it over and over.
He smirked as he inched closer to the figure. And when he did, when he could finally could see the figure. He realized,
"What the fuck?" The figure chuckled and stood up, looking into Blurry's red eyes with piercing yellow ones.
"Not what you expected, huh?" The deep voice said, the man about Blurry's age running his fingers through his green hair.
Blurry growled, putting the knife to his neck. "You scared? I KNOW YOU'RE SCARED, EVERYONE TREMBLES IN FEAR OF ME!" He yelled, a challenge in his eyes.
The man didn't even flinch, he just smirked. He seemed satisfied almost, giving the challenging look right back at him. "You won't kill me, you need me and you know it." He then twisted the knife from him, pinning him to the brick wall and now putting the knife to his black neck. "See, I even tricked you... none of your clique members have done this before, so I've heard?"
He smirked, pulling away and giving him his knife back. "Spooky Jim," he bowed, soon standing straight up again. "But you can call me Spooky, Blurry." The way his name rolled off his tongue sounded intimate.
Blurry raised his eyebrow and smirked a bit, "Okay, Spooky." He gave the time right back to him, making Spooky's eyes widen a bit.
"A war is going to start soon, I'm pretty sure you know about it by now. It's the talk of the town! Everyone and their mothers grandchildren are talking about it! The war between my clique and the dumb humans, what's left of them anyways."
Blurry paced and smirked, watching him from the corner of his eyes. "Let's take you to the weapons room, I know you want to see it. I can feel it."
He then snapped his fingers and Pete was by the door, he bowed as he saw Blurry. "Open the door Mr. Benzedrine. Now." He demanded as he began to open the door.
"Cunt..." he mumbled under his breath when he closed the door.
Spooky's eyes lit up with awe at all the weapons. He got out an AK-47 and smirks.
He looks at Blurry, holding his finger up as electricity shot out of it. "This bad boy will come in handy as well. Let's win this war, for the heathens."
