PesGaming Group Therapy – Session 10
And so it was that the group piled from the room. Then went back again to get Dundons.
Using Dale as a human shield we progressed through the corridors. Surprisingly there was no resistance, not until we arrived at the office of the now deposed Miggy. Phatmann, who had been standing guard outside, turned and darted through the office door. We followed.
With Dale still held aloft, Barndoor lead the way.
“Welcome gentlemen”, came the voice of Papa from a high backed chair at the rear of the office, currently facing away from us. “So glad you could make it.”
“Okay Papa, what the fuck is going on here?” I asked, angrily.
“I have no time to answer any questions at present. Please, take a seat; this will only take a few minutes.”
Behind us was a row of plastic chairs, akin to the type you’d find in a school. Begrudgingly, we sat.
“I would guess that by now you have some idea of my plans. Dale however is not part of them, so if you haven’t already, you are more than welcome to dispose of him.”
I raised my arm, signalling to Barndoor to delay that offer. At least until later.
Papa continued. “You have all done well and as such I am willing to offer you all a part in my army. You will be fed and clothed, those sentient enough will also receive some payment for their services. If you refuse, then Hunter here will put a bullet in your head.”
Phatmann’s eyes darted nervously towards the chair. On closer inspection it was apparent that Hunter was not in the room. It was even more apparent that Phatmann was only holding a taser.
“Now?” Barndoor asked.
“Now.”
With Dale still firmly in his grasp, Barndoor shot forwards with alarming speed. In a blind panic Phatmann let loose with the taser gun, but only hit the prone Dale square in the genitals. As Dale’s pulsating body hit the floor Barndoor continued his charge, flattening Phatmann’s body against the hard concrete wall. The sickening crunch that accompanied the impact made it quite clear Phatmann was no longer a threat. Turning with all the grace of a pregnant hippo, yet with the speed of a gazelle, Barndoor made for the chair and span it around to face the rest of the group.
It was empty, bar a small MP3 player and speaker. The voice of Papa continued, unabated and most likely, unaware.
“Hunter? Take those that agree to join to the prep chamber. The rest? Kill Them. That is all.”
“I think he’s hiding somewhere else” said TheBishop. Several pairs of eyes rolled in their sockets.
“What should we do with Dale?”
“Leave him here Barry. I think he’s had enough of a shock already today.” I said.
“I assume you intend to release this group of unstable personalities from their secure environment into the general populace then? Said Original?
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Well, Miggy is still here and is still therefore in charge of this enterprise.”
It was a good point.
“Fine. First though, I suggest we use all available hands to find and hopefully stop Papa”.
Before anyone could move, there was a loud gunshot, followed by Dundon’s gibbering body hitting the floor, a pool of claret liquid oozing slowly from a hole in his chest. “Didn’t see that coming” he groaned.
A second shot grazed past Cookie, taking his small collection of pens from his top pocket. In panic, the now mute artist held up a blank sheet of paper then dove behind a nearby set of drawers. The third shot hit an unflinching Barndoor in the shoulder. He looked at the growing red stain developing, smiled, then charged towards the door.
There was no way Hunter could’ve seen it coming. Barndoor hefted the door from its hinges and beat the gun wielding henchman to the floor. Casting the door aside for a more ‘personal’ approach, Barndoor began to rain punches down on the now prone Hunter. There was no pattern to the attack, just pure malice.
Eventually, the thuds turned to squelches, to splats. A blood soaked Barndoor stood upright and turned to the stunned faces in the room
“Told the cunt he’d regret being born.”
I looked at the rag-tag remains of the group.
“Miggy, you stay here and get onto the authorities. Let them know what’s going on.”
“Why can’t I do that?” said TheBishop, “I’d be no good in a fight, I’m a pacifist”
“Because you’re a mental patient, no-one would believe you.”
“Yeah, and if you don’t come with us, I pass-a-fist at your fucking head” added Barndoor. TheBishop whimpered.
“What are you going to do Doc?” said Miggy.
“We, my friend, are going to put a stop to Papa’s plan, once and for all...”