Aliens, or Predators?
And for either kind, what type of them are your favorite?

All day today I have been Playing Aliens vs. Predator games.
they are freaking awesome.
so who are your favorite?
Aliens or Predators, and what kind?
I like the Hunter Predators and the Predaliens
^^

I'm REALLLY boredd, and REAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLY hyper at the SAME TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOME ONE ENTERTAIN ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

today i've felt like shit.
everybody was mad at me today for no fucking reason
so when i got home i drew this..

Last Three Chapters of C A P T I V I T Y
enjoy!
CONFRONTATION, part I
Jamie pulled up to the large rod-iron gate, got out of the stolen car and walked over to the guard hut. "Hello, I have scheduled a meeting with Mr.Darkweather. May you let him know I've arrived?" Jamie rested his hand on the counter, showing off to the tired-eyed guard his Test Subject barcode tattoo on his wrist. The guard looked onto his computer, and then turned to face him. "I'm sorry, but there is no appointment scheduled for 3:00 a.m.. Please come back when you have a meeting scheduled." The guard said, slowly running his fingers underneath the desk, searching for the Silent Alarm button. Jamie smashed through the Plexi-glass, grabbed the guard's hand, pressed it against the OPEN GATE button, then whacked him over the head with his baton and handcuffed him to the gate. He drove up the long driveway and rammed the car right through the front door. His grand entrance alerted some Syndakyts, Darkweather's personal army. The Syndakyts were dressed in large black trench coats, bright red goggles, black ski masks, black fedoras, surgeon masks, and pretty much anything you'd find a bad guy in a horror or action movie wearing. One walked over. Jamie smacked him across the face with the butt of his 12 Gauge, and then blasted him in the face with it. He then blasted down three other men running down the stairs. He loaded another magazine into the chamber, and cocked back the pump. Then he kicked down the North Wing Surveillance Room, and blasted away at the three guards inside. He placed the shotgun back into his duffle bag, and pulled out his machine pistols. The elevator opened, with six Syndakyts flooding out. Jamie hid behind a pillar, then turned around and blasted down five of them, then walked over to the last survivor, who he shot in the foot, and handcuffed him to the stair railing. He took a grenade belt off of one of the dead guards, and took a second belt, and then picked up an M16 Defender with an attached grenade launcher, and placed it in his bag. He boarded the elevator, climbed the hatch, climbed up the cable a few inches, and threw a grenade into the elevator, sending it crashing down into the basement. He climbed up the cable to the door, and pounded on it. A guard, thinking it was a wounded fellow Syndakyt, pressed the OPEN button. Jamie grabbed him, and pulled him back, sending him into the rubble of the bombed elevator. He climbed onto the ground, and picked himself off up the ground. He reloaded his machine pistols. And was ready for action. He knocked on a closed door, and then kicked it down, finding nobody. He walked down the hall, and peeked around the corner to see if any guards were waiting to ambush him. He saw two guards standing there, talking. He saw a large ceiling fan hanging above them. He aimed carefully with the M16, and fired at the cable, sending it crashing it down on the two men, slicing them into gibs. He saw a large room, and saw a sign by the door that read, "MAINFRAME OFFICE" he knew that if he destroyed the Mainframe of the mansion, all the security locks would shut off, giving him easy access to Darkweather. God Bless Technology! He stormed in, gunning down the suits sitting at the plasma-screen computers. Jamie went at it with the M16, firing away at the computers, shattering glass, sparks flying about. At the back of the room the mainframe sat, making weird noises as it processed all the security codes. He climbed on top of it, where a large air vent hole was embedded in the top, so it wouldn't overheat. He pulled the pin off of the grenade and threw it in, the dove off of the Mainframe backwards. As Jamie hit the ground, the Mainframe went up in smoke and flames, and soon the lights shut off, and then the bright red emergency lights kicked on. This was his idea of Hell, and this was the least bit he would give Darkweather. This was his chance to get even, and re-gain his past. Become human again. Darkweather watched him as he walked through the hallways, walking to the East Wing, the only place where the elevators lead to Darkweather's Office. Darkweather turned to Danny, or as the press like to call him,
"The Hatchet Freak", and said, "I'll make a deal with you. I kidnapped his family. I want you to kill him, and then do what you please with the family. If you do this, you will become my new Snuff film star." Danny, painting his face black and adding the crude red smile, nodded his head, picked up his rusty hatchets, and walked back up into the attic of the mansion, where he lived, and where Jamie's Mother, Step-Father, and 14-year-old brother Derrick were tied up and stuffed in a large closet. Jamie shot a grenade into the center of the room, blowing up the last of the Syndakyts. He boarded the elevator. As the large elevator climbed the shaft, it stopped, and then a buzz saw jammed through the side, Hatchet Freak screaming with pleasure of waiting Jamie's death. Jamie climbed up through the hatch, dropping his duffel bags, and dropped down into the attic of the huge mansion, then Hatchet charged at him, brandishing his signature double large rusty hatchets.

DANNY THE HATCHET FREAK

Danny "The Hatchet Freak" was a serial killer. He killed his victims with his hatchets, and stored their bodies in gas station bathrooms. He is a known legend. Darkweather offered him to stay at his mansion, giving him the attic as his own private quarters, where he could sleep, eat, and sharpen his blades as he would at home. Darkweather would once and a while give him a person that Darkweather hated, and let Hatchet chop him up as he pleased, all catching it on film. Hatchet was a large fat man, and never wore a shirt, probably to show off the huge Hatchet Man tattoo plastered on his back. He always painted his face completely black, and painted a red smile around his mouth, and had the dimples of the smile go up underneath his eyes. He wore black leather boots, and tight leather pants. He was the scariest of them all. Jamie slammed him in the gut, and kicked one of his hatchets out of his fat hands, then Jamie ran off into the shadows. "JAMIE!!!JAAAAAAAAAIMEEEE!!!!!!!!" Danny taunted him. "I'M GONNA KILL YOUR FAMILY MR.JAMIE!!!!" and he ran off to where his family was. He kicked down the door, and walked up to his mother. Before he could swing into Jamie's mother, Jamie swung his other hatchet into Hatchet's side then hatchet jumped up and turned around, and hit Jamie twice with the hatchet, slicing his leg and back. Jamie hit the floor, pretending to be dead. He slowly reached for a shard of broken glass on the floor. Hatchet walked up to Jamie's family. "WELL, MY THREE LITTLE PIGGIES!! IT SEEMS IT'S TIME TO DIE!!!!" Jamie's brother, Derrick, then said, "Not yet, FATHEAD!!!" Jamie pounced on Hatchet, jabbing the piece of glass into his back. "NEVER! TALK! TO MY! FAMILY! THAT WAY! EVER!!!!" For every word he stabbed him in the gut, then pulled his head back and made the finishing move, gouging his eyes out, and kept his thumbs in his eye sockets until he stopped screaming and squirming. He dropped his 300-pound body, then ran over to aid his family. "MOM! DAD! DERRICK! I'm so sorry this happened!" he said, cutting them free with the Hatchet blade. "It's okay, Jamie. At least we're okay." His mother said. "Mom, did anybody hurt you in any way?" Jamie asked his mother. "No, I'm okay, but John got stabbed in the leg." He looked over to his stepfather, still wearing his light blue blazer and suit pants from the previous night at work. Jamie took off his tattered leather trench coat, and placed it on John. "Mom, I want you, John, and Derrick to run as fast as possible. Go back home. Trust nobody. You have to listen to me. Derrick, I want you to drive Mom and John back home. Think you can handle that?" Jamie said to his family. "Yeah." Derrick responded. He always listened to Jamie no matter what. "Derrick, take this gun." Jamie said, handing him the Gold Desert Eagle, and the three clips to it. "if anybody, and I mean ANYBODY that you don't know or recognize walks up to the car, I want you to shoot them on sight, and drive away and don't stop. Can I trust you?" "Yeah, you can." Derrick responded. "Run to the car out front! It's a Black and red four-door, now get out of here, RUN!!" Jamie said, and like that his family ran off.
CONFRONTATION Part II

Jamie picked up one of the hatchets, and wiped the blood and face paint off of his thumbs after the fight with Hatchet. He chopped down the door, and then busted it down, seeing a scared-white Darkweather falling out of his seat. "HEY, IT'S JUST MY MAN, DARKY!" Darkweather didn't know if he was hallucinating, or if this was a nightmare. He shot Dark in the leg, then slammed him in the face, then picked him up, kicked him in the stomach, then threw him across his computer desk. He crawled to the large cabinet, and then Jamie grabbed him and punched him straight in the face, beating his face to a pulp. "WHAT! WHAT?! HAD ENOUGH?!"" Jamie taunted him. Darkweather pulled a revolver out of his back pocket, and then shot him, right in the stomach. Jamie fell to his knees, stuck his fingers into the wound, then pulled his fingers out and looked at the blood. He looked and Darkweather, still shaking the smoking Smith & Wesson. "Y-You son of a-" Jamie stumbled out, and then hit the marble floor, bleeding out on it. Darkweather climbed back to his feet, and snapped the hammer back, and aimed for Jamie's head. Just as he was to squeeze the trigger, Jamie jumped up, grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pants, spun him around about four times, then threw him out the window, then Jamie pulled the Micro-Uzi from his desk drawer, and shot Darkweather's body as it floated in the pond below. "MY NAME IS JAMES LYNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jamie screamed at Darkweather's dead floating body. Darkweather was finally dead. He felt re-born, re-freshed. Jamie climbed up onto the roof, and watched the sun rise. Watching the bright orange light shined over the palm trees, Jamie said to himself, "I never thought I'd live to see the sun rise again." As he climbed down the lattice fence, he heard the wailing of sirens rushing to the mansion. He was a survivor of the Darkweather Project.
THE AFTERMATH

Jamie went back home to beautiful Harcher City, the safest city in America. What a big fat lie that was. After the police found Darkweather dead, they suspected blood money involved. Alex and Jill told their story to the police, and they searched Darkwoods, and discovered the truth. Darkwoods was shut down, the staff sent to prison for corruption and participation in a terrorist plot. The inmates and Test subjects were difficult ones. Some were sent to jails, and places they belonged. Some were so insane they had to be executed. Alex and Jill got married two years later, and Jamie lived in their basement. Jamie formed a death metal band called DEATHRIDE, and they were a super hit. Most of the songs were based off of the feelings he had in Darkwoods. He still has trouble sleeping at night. The lawsuits went on and on. They felt like they were to live in the courthouse because of all the times they had to appear for court. Five years after the Night, it was finally settled that Alex and Jamie's Story was true, and the Darkwoods staff was sentenced to life in prison, and only a few on a bail of $500,000. After Jamie's band broke up five years later, he bought the Darkweather Estate, and lives there to this day. The Darkwoods Penitentiary For The Criminally Insane was turned into Darkwoods High school. A movie was based off of the Night, entitled CAPTIVITY : THE DARKER SIDE OF INSANITY. Alex and Jill moved there with him, to join as a force, of the three survivors of the Darkweather Project.

The Kroogz just started out as just real live bunch in Las Vegas. They beat up their rival classmates, teachers, you name it. This soon drew attention to the public news, which then drew attention to Darkweather. Their jobs are to beat people up, and videotape the beatings. The leader, Xavier, was a psycho. he formed the gang, and then everything went to his head. He got locked up for the killing of another student. Since then, his gang turned on him. Luckily, he's dead. His own gang murdered him. The night he was released from prison, some of the gang members killed him for turning the gang into a wasteland, and after he died they turned into a regular street gang, not some notorious thugs who brutally attack anybody in their path. Alex and Jamie ran into a warehouse, and 4 of the Kroogs ran in too. They split up, and all went into different parts of the warehouse. Jamie grabbed a crowbar sitting on a barrel behind them. He snuck up on the Kroog, and then jammed the crowbar into his back. He yanked it out, and then let him drop to his knees. Then he grabbed his shoulder and jammed the crowbar into the top of his skull. He then dragged the flesh-bleeding corpse into the shadow. He handed the crowbar to Alex. "Use this, and follow me. If anybody sneaks up on me, well you know what to do. Jamie reached down to the Kroog's belt and pulled his sickle out of the belt loop. He climbed on top of some boxes, and watching a Kroog searching the warehouse for them. He picked up a brick lying next to him, and chucked it across the room. The Kroog turned around, drew his bat, and then walked over to investigate. Jamie timed it right, then dropped down right on top of him, then jabbed the sickle into his side, and pulled it up to his under-arm. He picked up the body, and then hung it on a chain. He slammed the box beside him, then ran into a dark corner, and waited for a Kroog to walk over and check things out. He looked up, and saw his fellow Kroog's body, bleeding and hanging from a chain. He ran over to the body, and checked its pulse to see if he's still alive. Jamie snuck up on him, but slipped on some blood, and crashed into the hunter. "HEY YOU, YOU'RE DEAD!!" the Kroog said chasing him. Alex dropped down, and jammed the crowbar right through his neck, and watched him hit the floor bleeding. They met up "Nice work. I guess this over-night road trip DID teach you something about killing" Jamie commented on Alex's impressive kill. They walked back to the loading bay door, to see a fourth Kroog patrolling the loading bay below. Jamie picked up a bottle, and then threw it over to the far side of the loading bay. The guard ran over to check things out. Jamie snuck up behind him, and jammed the sickle right into the top of his head, blood spewing out of his mouth. He then ripped it out of the back of his head, making an awful cracking sound in his skull. He dropped the sickle, and picked up the guard's metal baseball bat. He spotted a black 4-door sedan with "KROOGZ!" sprayed on the sides. Jamie walked over to the dead guard and pulled some car keys out of his back pocket. He went over to where Alex was hiding. "Come on, we're stealing these punk's car" They walked over to the car, and while unlocking the door they heard a thumping sound in the back. They popped the trunk and found Jill, Alex's last girlfriend, tied up in the trunk and had duct tape across her mouth. Alex ripped the duct tape off her and cut the ropes, and hugged her. "Alex, what's going on? Who were those freaks?" Jill asked him. "Jill, those guys are trying to hurt you. Stay away from them. They know you're part of my past, and if you died, I'd be...reborn. They call it the Pickman affect, it's when a killer's past is erased so they can be reborn and start a new life. That included people in their lives. Did they hurt you?" Alex explained to Jill. "No, they just bust in my apartment, grabbed me, and next thing I knew I was tied up and gagged in the trunk of a car. Alex, where have you been over the years? The last time I saw you was when you wasted Joey and Billy at my party." Jill pondered to Alex. "Look, it's a long, LONG story. After this is done and over with I can tell you the whole story." Jamie checked the time: 2: 14. "Alex, we better get going, or we won't be able to get past these fools and get to Darkweather." Jamie said. "Wait, who's Darkweather? What's going on?" Jill asked. Alex explained to her, "Darkweather is the guy who locked me up. I never went to prison. I was sent to Darkwoods, also known as the Hell on Earth. We need to kill him, and we can get our lives back." They got into the car, and backed out. "Alex leaned over to Jamie, and whispered, "Look, Jamie, what will we be able to do with Jill with us? I can't afford to lose her. I have nothing to lose, man!" Jamie thought about it for a minute, then said, "Hey, there's a freight train station about three miles out of Vegas. Want to get her on a train back home?" Alex thought about it, "Sure, but, if we do that, would it kill you if I went back with her? I mean, I haven't seen her for six years, and I've had enough for one night." Jamie then said, "Hey, Alex, if that's what you wanna do, go right ahead, but you're my last hope if I don't make it. If I die, you and Jill are my backup for Darkweather. If you guys don't follow up, he'll take over the world." "You've been my brother for six years. I won't let you down, bro." They drove by an empty car lot, fenced-in by tall, rusty chain-link fences, barbed wire bordering the top. Inside, the Kroog's dwelled in, break dancing to horrible Detroit Rap music. Alex pulled back the slide on a handgun he nabbed off of the Tripps. He rolled down the window, and opened fire on them, gunning all of them down, and successfully hit a gas tank, blazing up the entire lot, their bodies burning as the flames died, and they sped off. "That's what they get when they mess with Alex Turner!" Alex bragged, and reloaded his pistol. They reached the freight train station. They walked over to an open car, and Jamie helped Jill up into the car, and then Alex. Jill hugged Jamie. "Thank you, Jamie. If it wasn't for you and Alex, I'd probably be dead." And kissed him on the cheek. Jamie turned to Alex. "You sure about this? You really want to leave and not get revenge?" Jamie asked. "Yeah, I'm sure. I know I can depend on you for the revenge part. I'll be seeing you, Jamie. Whenever this carp's over, look me up. I'm in the Book." The train whistle blew. "Well, I guess this is where I'll leave you guys." Jamie said, as he hopped of the train car. Alex poked out and shouted, "See ya Jamie, and give that no good Darkweather Hell for me!" Jamie nodded. "Will do, Alex!" Jamie watched the train descend out of the horizon, then climbed back into the car. Jamie drove through the highway, no cars populating it. He owned the road. Running right past Toll Booths and gas stations. He felt like this night would never end. He finally reached the big, bright sign that flashed, "WELCOME TO SUNNY CALIFORNIA, THE GOLDEN STATE!" he kept driving right through the towns. He finally caught a glimpse of the big Hollywood sign, and knew he reached his destination. He went into an alley where an Illegal arms dealer stood in front of a large, gray van, and bought a SPAS 12-gauge shotgun, two Skorpion SMGs, two fully-automatic machine pistols, an Uzi 9mm, and a WA2000 Bolt-Action Sniper Rifle. He shook hands with the man and gave him the rest of the money he stole from the mall back in Harcher, and drove off. He kept driving until he reached the big sign the read "DARKWEATHER ESTATE" he knew this was where the revenge began

Here's An Advertisement Poster I Made For My Story, CAPTIVITY. If you want to read it, you can read them(the first chapter is the third post) or I can email it to you, or something else.
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When Darkweather was a teen, he hung out at clubs, BDSM clubs, not to be stripped to his boxers and have hot wax dripped on him, but to observe the freaks. He started out as a bartender at The Rock, a local Gothic club. After a while the owners changed it into a BDSM club, where guys would come in and get chained down and whipped by topless girls, which they liked. Darkweather observed this behavior, and thought that these freaks would make a great gang for the Project, which was then 2 years in progress. He formed a local gang there, known as the Tripps. Their part in the Project was basically kidnapping escaped subjects, or betraying orderlies, r basically anybody outside of Darkwoods who knew about the Project. They were to torture these people, in most horrific ways imaginable. These guys were the type who watched Eli Roth and Leigh Whannel films, over and over again, giving them ideas on what to do to their next victims. For part the Project is in, they are to videotape their kills. This made the Tripps Darkweather's most favorite gang in general. Nobody knew of these actions either, but Jamie heard about it in school. Jamie, handcuffed to a rusty metal chair was smacked across the face with something, it felt like a pistol. "Wake up, animal." The scary voice shouted. Jamie slowly opened his tired, beaten eyes, and looked down, seeing a dark silver 9mm handgun placed right in his mouth. He looked up to see a Tripp, dressed in a leather apron, with dark red bloodstains on them, and wearing a pig mask, stripped to his skull boxers. Jamie too was stripped to his white boxer briefs; his torn clothes in a Ziploc bag, still dirty from the previous night, carrying the mutilated remains of the latest victim. The crazy grabbed Jamie by his long, black hair, and grabbed a meat cleaver nearby, and used it to hack off a large clump of hair. Then the man pulled out a small Ziploc bag, placed the greasy locks of hair inside, zipped it up, and then slipped it into his apron pocket. "You're not getting out of this place alive, animal, let alone in one piece." The man said, scanning the walls, looking for a good item to torture Jamie with. He eyed a small pole-mount chainsaw, lifted it off the rack, and then placed it on the rusty metal counter, with remains of bloody flesh still crusted on the counter. He pulled of the Pig Mask, revealing a large barcode tattoo plastered on the back of his neck, placed the mask beside the chainsaw, then pulled on some black rubber gloves, and a surgeon's mask. "You knew, Darkweather is such a great man. I have no idea why you'd wanna leave his home." He was taunting him; Jamie could smell the taunt in his beer-stenching breath. As he walked over to the chainsaw, he eyed the handgun resting on a small metal table, accompanying some scalpels, knives, syringes and hand drills, all rusty in year-old blood. He loosened his cuffs, and dropped them and snagged them on his fingertips, looking like he's still cuffed. He turned around, revving up his chainsaw, and charged at Jamie. He slipped on the cuffs Jamie dropped, and he hit the ground, tossing the chainsaw into the air, and landing on his left foot, slicing it off. Twitching around, he tried grabbing the chainsaw, as Jamie was reaching for the handgun. By the time the guy grabbed the chainsaw, Jamie fired the gun. The guard down the hall heard the gun shots, and got up from watching some snuff films and walked over to see how the session was going, and saw him, lying in a pool of his OWN blood and Jamie was nowhere to be seen. He remained hidden behind the door, holding a meathook. The 6' guard drew his gun, and searched the room for Jamie. Jamie snuck up on him, tapped him on the shoulder, and waited for the guard to turn around. As he turned around, he dug the hook into his lower stomach, then pulled it up to his chest, then let him drop to the floor. He locked the door behind him, and broke the key off in the lock. He checked the adjacent rooms, searching for Alex. Then, he heard a horrifying scream, and then a drill buzzing. He followed the noise to the end of the hall, in a larger room. He saw Alex, strapped to a chair, getting his teeth drilled by another masked apron-wearing freak. He ran up to the man, slammed him in the face, and threw him onto the dental chair next to Alex's. He then grabbed a knife on the table and jammed it into his right hand, sticking it to the old rusted chair. He then grabbed a large syringe and jammed it into his left hand, doing the same thing. He then grabbed the power drill, forced his mouth open, and drilled his mouth. His teeth, gums, tongue, everything. He kept drilling until the only sound being made his the drill buzzing. He then unstrapped Alex from his chair. "You okay?" he asked him. "Yea, just drilled a molar. No big deal." Alex responded, rubbing his jaw, still shaky from his treatment. "Okay, we're gonna make it through." Jamie encouraged Alex "We're gonna make it, and we're gonna kill Darkweather before this night is out, and along the way, we're gonna kill any gang, police force, or group that gets in our way." Jamie was proactive when it came to fighting. Alex, still stubborn, said, "but why won't they stop? They had to have stopped when we wasted Kaplan!" "But Alex, that's where you're wrong they won't stop. They'll stop at nothing. They will not stop until both of us are dead!" Alex was scared he would die before the clock struck midnight. "But Jamie, I'm scared! I'm so scared we're gonna die." Jamie was trying to boost up his confidence. "Alex, as long as you're with me, neither one of us are gonna die, now let's get outta here before we do die!" They went back into their cells, and redressed themselves, then crept upstairs. They almost went deaf by the excessively loud techno playing on max volume. "There's no way they're gonna here us with this music playing. All we need to do is get to the exit." They snuck by on the light catwalk above the stage, and then dropped to the other side, then crawled into the kitchen, where they brewed beer, cut cocaine and spiced opium. A large door opened at the other end, the person being hidden by a large curtain hung by the door. The two ran into a cupboard. "You stay here. I'm gonna take care of this guy, and we can take their Hummer. I saw the keys on the shelf. He ran over to the other side of the kitchen, making the 7-foot cook suspicious. He picked up a meat cleaver, and went over to check things out. Jamie double-backed behind him, and grabbed and large skillet. He followed him, waiting for him to turn around. He walked in front of the stove, where a pot of crack was boiling. He then turned around. Jamie struck him across the face, and then submerged his head into the pot, badly burning his face. He then pushed the pot off of the stovetop then pushed his face onto the burner, then grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed him with it, then decapitated him with the meat cleaver. He went to get Alex, handing him the Hummer keys. "start the car. I'll let them know of out visit." Alex ran off, and started the car. Jamie took the late cook's fat head, and chucked it into the middle of the dance floor. All the freaks stopped dancing, drew their guns and ran after Jamie, shooting at him. Jamie ran outside and dove into the running Hummer. "DRIVE!!" All the Tripps and their affiliates started shooting at them. "They're gonna pay for this!" Alex said, making a U-turn and ran them all over, crushing them into the road, flipped off their corpses and the unlucky survivors, and rode off. Jamie checked the time "12:26. We're in Nevada. If we keep driving we can make it to Darkweather by 2:00" "Sounds good" Alex said, keeping his foot down on the gas. They passed out of the countryside of Nevada, and were headed into Las Vegas. As they reached The Strip, the car started slowing down. They pulled into a Texaco station. Drawing his gun, Jamie quietly said, "Look, we're not paying for this junk. If we pay, that guy in there might be an accomplice, and he can call Darkweather on us and then we won't make it through the night. Let me know when you're done and we'll just drive off. Filling the tank, Alex eyed a group of hoodies. He saw them, looking at a small piece of paper, then looking at him. Then they started to walk towards the car, drawing their pipes and clubs. Jamie spotted them, and knew who they were. He drew his gun, aimed it at them, and then screamed, "ALEX! RUN!!!" and then gunned down two of the mysterious thugs. He knew there would be more coming of the bowels of this flashy city. He jumped out of the car, and ran after Alex. More spawned at the end of the alley, and charged after them, brandishing knives and baseball bats, Jamie knew that if they weren't careful, they'll both end up with their faces sticking out of their backs. These were some of the worst gangs involved in the Project, The Kroogz.

The Grayz were the first gang involved in the Darkweather project, and also the most notorious. They were most famous for their distinctive appearance, always wearing white lab coats and scary Halloween masks, mostly Killer Clown-type masks. They have never been caught, but are wanted for dozens of murders, beatings, assaults, the list goes on. Jamie remembered them in grade school, and remembered all the lock-downs he had because of their antics. He hated them, and had dreamt of putting a stop to them. This was his chance to make his dream a reality. He picked up part of a broken broomstick. He jabbed the sharp end into the Gray's side, which made him drop to his knees. Jamie smacked him in the head with it a few times, making a cracking noise in his head. He then went behind him and pulled it over his head, pressing against his Adam's Apple, then dug his knee into the Gray's back, cracking his neck open. He then took the late Gray's shotgun and peeled his mask off his face, and chucked it into a fountain, attracting the attention of another Gray, smoking a cigarette and spray-painting the Gang name and logos all over the walls. He dropped the can of paint, drew a Golden Desert Eagle and spun around. Taunting them, he remarked, "Come on, Jamie, why don't you and your little boyfriend Alex come out? There's nothing to be ashamed of." He blindly searched the bombed-out food court, and Jamie snuck over by the fountain, right behind the Gray. He slammed him over the head with the broomstick then submerged his head into the old fountain and kept him there until the squirming stopped, and pushed his body into the fountain, took his gun, and walked off. Handing the gun to Alex, he said, "Think you can handle this?" Alex snagged the gun and remarked, "There's nothing I can't handle." "Look, it seems like this is going to be a lot harder than I anticipated. It seems like Darkweather wants us back badly, but now wants us dead. He's going to hit us with everything he has, all the gangs, groups, posses, he was going to throw them out, and Jamie was going to give them back, mangled, dead, and bloody. Jamie looked out the window, and saw the big old rusty school bus with "G R A Y Z" sprayed across the side. "Man, these guys have one Hell of an army." Alex remarked. "They're pretty good, but I've seen a lot better." Jamie commented. "Maybe, just maybe, we can get the keys to that bus, and if we drive through the country in it, Darkweather and his hunters will think we're dead, and he'll call off the hits, and getting to him will be simpler than that." What they didn't know, was that Darkweather was watching them, through the security cameras in the Mall. Darkweather was a rich and powerful man. He owned all kinds of places. Casinos, Bars, Strip Clubs, Shopping Malls, you name it, all across the country. That was one piece into the puzzle on how he became so powerful. Darkweather, up in his mansion on the shoreline of Los Angeles, made to look exactly like the mansion of James Montana, a Hispanic drug lord that died in 1983, watched the footage of their skulking on his 40"widescreen TV, sitting back in his $100,000 black leather couch, smoking his 8th authentic Egyptian cigar. He was evil. He was the devil. While people in the ghetto Los Angeles kill for just a hamburger and hide from Bloods and Crips he gobbles down 20 hamburgers a day and laughs when he hears a homeless man was killed by a mob of teenagers. He was heartless, and pure evil. Jamie knew that nobody, even the orderlies back in Darkwoods, would miss him once he and Alex were through with him. He took away 6 years of their lives, and they were going to take those 6 years back, along with his life. Darkweather called Officer Kaplan, an accomplice for the Project. Kaplan's job was to inform Darkweather of any murders he'd might be interested in, and to arrest and kill anybody that knew about the Project. He informed Kaplan on their plan of stealing the Gray's bus. "Kaplan, tell your boys that if they spot an old school bus painted gray, pull them over and shoot on sight immediately. Just say they attacked you." Darkweather commanded him. "Yes sir" Kaplan responded. Meanwhile, Kaplan's personal army of Police officers and SWAT teams were strapping up, getting ready for the hunt on Jamie and Alex. Jamie hid, the Grays gave up, and were heading back to L.A.. They packed up their guns, and boarded the bus, and drove off. What the Grays didn't know was that they were digging their own grave. They headed out into an intersection, and that's when one of the corrupt cops noticed the bus. Cocking back his Glock 18, the officer said, "looks like we'll be heroes tomorrow morning!" He sped after them, and reported their position over the radio. 3 other squad cars joined the chase, all invited being dirty cops. They rammed the sides, not even caring about who was inside. The bus flipped, and Kaplan drew his Magnum .357, and shot the gas tank. The bus went up in flames, the crash site stinking of the dead Gray's burning masks. Kaplan waltzed over to the burning bus, thinking he made the Kill. He was proud of himself, until he saw the burning bodies clad in bloodstained lab coats and clown masks he knew he just killed the most notorious gang in the U.S.. He phoned Darkweather. "So, is the deal done?" Darkweather asked. "DARKWEATHER, YOU IDIOT!!!!! I JUST DROVE HALFWAY ACROSS HARCHER TO WASTE A GANG!!!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE AFTER TWO GUYS!!!!" Puzzled, Darkweather replied, "But what do you mean? I heard them. Their plan was to steal the bus!" "They tricked you!!! One more chance. That's right. ONE more chance for you to give us a clear shot of them. If the next time you report their location to us, and they are nowhere near the location, WE'RE gonna be the ones wasting you, not them, and cut them some slack. Do you hear me?!" Agititated by the fact of taking orders from one of his accomplices, he responded, "Yes Sir." "Good." Kaplan responded, and hung up. As he walked to his Police Ranger Car, a white Sedan sped right into him, pummeling him into the air, and smacking the ground with a loud "CRACK!!" and then the car backed over him, then swerved off into the dust. Officer Deputy Kaplan was dead, and was killed by Jamie and Alex. Laughing in awe of their super move, Alex said, "Man, did you see him hit the asphalt?! I swore I could hear all the bones on his left side crush!!!" "Yea, I know!! I've never had that much fun in my life!!!" Jamie exclaimed. "But look, those cops saw us waste him, so we're gonna have to look out for the cops. We can start getting them off by ditching this car. I didn't like the color anyway." They pulled into an old abandoned warehouse, and parked it into a freight train car, and padlocked it shut. Jamie reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a huge wad of hundred-dollar bills. "I nabbed this off of those Grays and in some registers. We can use this to buy a new car, and get up to California." Jamie planned out. Jamie was good at planning things out. "Sounds good." Alex responded. The two walked to car dealership, and bought a black Cadillac escalade, and drove off into the night. They finally left Harcher, and were on the outskirts of town. Back at the dealership, the man who sold them the car was calling Darkweather. "Darkweather!" the panicked car dealer shouted into the phone. "Those two guys you're looking for? I just sold them a car. They are driving a black 2005 Cadillac Escalade, so be sure to notify your men." Darkweather slammed the receiver down, then pulled it back up and dialed a number. "Get ready boys, they're coming your way." and hung up. Back on the road, a black Hummer swerved behind them, and another swerved in front. A black Astro van veered to the right of them, slamming them against the guardrail, flipping them over and into the ditch below. For a second, Jamie thought he was dead, but them woke up a large cut going across his right temple. He laughed at the fact he survived Death. He leaned over, trying to wake Alex up, but as he reached over to his unconscious body, and strong hand grabbed his boot and pulled him out, finding a group of tall guys, dressed in black fishnets and leather suits, hiding their faces with Gimp masks and panty hoses, covered in piercings and tattoos, chains connecting the piercings all over their bodies, giggling, smacked him hard across the face, knocking him out. Another one of the leather-clad freaks pulled Alex out, tied them, gagged them, and threw them in the trunk of their Hummer, and drove off. Jamie knew who the freaks were, and he knew what was in for him.

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Alex stumbled into his cell, high on the mystery sedatives the orderlies stick him to suppress his happy thoughts, and force-feed him hatred. He's been living here for 6 years now, test subject No.1067 of the DarkWeather Project. The DarkWeather Project is an organization created by Solomon DarkWeather. His idea is to take all of the thousands of the looneys at Dark Woods Penitentiary and make them a mindless zombie killer army. At day Dark Woods is your everyday looney bin, but as soon as the lights hit the Project kicks in place, sedating half the inmates and taking the other half down into the bowels of the institution for training. According to DarkWeather's theory, he states that when Dark Woods houses at least One Million inmates that will be enough to create the Dark Army, invading the City and possibly the World. Among the six years Alex has been institutionalized, he has only made one friend, James. Alex and James became friends after a riot about two years back. Some of the crazies started flipping out at lunch and some got a hold of the security guard's weapons, firing at the staff and some of the inmates. Being cornered by to mask-wearing inmates, Alex knew he was done, but James had other ideas. Grabbing a hold of a nearby broomstick, he bashed both of the two over the head, almost killing them. This didn't make them friends, but made him a large fan of Mr. Darkweather, who watched the security tape up in his mansion in Los Angeles. "This is marvelous!" he exclaimed after watching the tape "We'll make a Slash Star out of him yet!" Although Jamie and Darkweather never met face-to-face, he is Darkweather's most favored test subject. Jamie was sent there about 7 years ago. He was sent there because of a gang war in his school. He and his friends got in some beef with another group, causing a gang war. Although there wasn't a plan of killing anybody, Jamie aborted, and killed three of the opposing group with some nearby lockers and a janitor's mop and bucket. After his incarceration, the tape of the kills was mailed to DarkWeather, under request. After the viewing he was transferred to Dark Woods. Jamie and Alex seem to be the only sane inmates, who don't scream in their sleep, or pound the walls until their knuckles bleed, or ever tried hanging themselves by their own cheap underpants. Alex was sent here because of a fight at a party that resulted in two deaths. At his girlfriend's party, two guys didn't like seeing him there, and told him to leave. He refused and told them to leave. The two started shoving into him. Alex slammed one into a stereo, electrocuting him. The other one, he defaced with a table fan. A camera phone by one of the guests recorded the murders and gave the five-minute footage to the police when they arrived. Jamie never talked about his family, but really nobody seems to know much about them. Every day Jamie sits in his cell, sitting there, staring at the wall, like a soul out of its body. Jamie knocked sense into himself. Tonight was the night to escape. He felt it. He tasted the feeling in his breakfast manufactured from cardboard. He felt it in his blood. Tonight was the night to run from the flock, escape the clockwork of dress-wearing freaks. He waited, snuggled against the side of his cell, waiting for Barney, the nightly sedative distributor. He loved tormenting the inmates, which is why he took the job to be the pharmacist. He came in, casting a shadow across Jamie. "Come out, little piggy!!" Barney taunted him with. He snuck up on Barney and grabbed him by the neck, took the syringe in his chubby hand and gouged it into his neck, knocking him out instantly. He took his nightstick, keys and tazer. He decided to save Alex, and join him on the journey to California, to pay Mr.Darkweather a surprise visit. Jamie snuck down the halls, checking the cell numbers as he went along. Then he got there, cell 1067, and cracked the lock. "Come on, kid, we're getting out of this place." Alex rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses, and then got up. "Okay, but what's the plan?" Alex was confused, and knew nothing about the plan. "We'll sneak out, either stealth or gunning through, but once we're out we'll steal a police car or bus or something, and then we'll stop somewhere and change out of our uniforms, then drive all the way up to-" Officer Daniels shined his light into the open cell, Alex and Jamie pressing themselves up by the door. Jamie snuck up on him, then jabbed the tazer into his neck for about 3 seconds then let him drop to the floor twitching. Jamie cuffed him with his own handcuffs, gagged him with Alex's pillowcase, and then hid him under the bed, taking his revolver nightstick. "Anyway, like I said," Jamie continued where he was cut off, "we'll drive up to Los Angeles where Darkweather slops in his mansion, and kill him. I want my life back, and I know you do". Jamie knew that by tomorrow morning Darkweather would know they escaped, and he would send all his gangs, posses, and armies out for them. The Tripps, Kroogz, Grayz, everyone, and he was going to face them off, and leave them either in the Hospital or in the morgue, however they want it, they're going to get it hard and cold, that's how Jamie liked it, and nobody would stand in their way, not even Death itself. Jamie was a fighter, and Alex was a winner, and together they made a good team. Alex and Jamie got into the Riot Room, and took some tazers, gas bombs, beanbag shotguns, and other riot weapons. They weren't guns, but were better than just a 6-round magnum and a club. They came into they lobby, with only a single orderly still locking up the front doors. They waited for him to turn around, and then he ran to the radio. "Report, report. Two escaped inmates in the Main Lobby!!" Jamie shot him with the beanbag shotgun, then smacked him with it to knock him out, then smashed the radio. They took the keys from the badly hurt orderly and stole his white sedan. They drove through the dead city, not seeing a soul in sight, lights dimmed across the river. They seemed miles away from civilization. They drove for a few hours until they reached Harcher City, and got to Harcher Square Mall. They bashed through the security gates, and checked somewhere for outfits, and decided to go into a store called the Hot Topic. They scanned the racks, and changed outfits. They stood in adjacent dressing rooms, and stripped of their asylum inmate's clothes, and put on some good new outfits. While changing, Jamie explained another plan, "I know we don't have many weapons, and we're going to need a hell of a lot more to survive this night, and I know just the thing to do." Jamie slipped on some expensive dark gray baggy pants with fancy hooks and rings. "Along the way I spotted a gun store, and I know there are guns in there, so after we're done here, let's head over there." "Sounds good." Alex replied, slipping on some black high-tops and pulling on a baggy hood. They came out of their rooms. Jamie was dressed in a large leather trench coat, some black artificial leather boots, those baggy gray pants, and wore an Iron Cross necklace around his neck. Alex wore some baggy black pants, a black baseball cap, a baggy black hood, and some all-black high-tops. They headed over to the gun shop, but were stopped by the sounds of other footsteps and creepy giggles. Jamie saw one of them, and grabbed Alex and hid behind a divider wall. He knew who they were, he heard of them long before his incarceration on the news.