Fallen Chapter 29

It wasn't long before something happened. There was a call at the desk, the girl there answered it. She said, "This is the Chain Gang front office. We knock 'em up and lock 'em up, just tell us who 'em is. This is Carrie speaking, how can I help you?"

I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at her, waiting for the news. After a series of "uh-huhs' and 'yes, we do have a special on that this week,' she finished the call with, "Alright, we'll be right there." She hung up and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. "We got violent party crashers on 1046 Mayday Drive. You guys better get there, sounds like those M-M-X-II thugs." The guys sprang up and started grabbing stuff. I didn't exactly have anything to fight with, so I just put on my shoes and waited by the door.

Eddie walked over to a closet and pulled out two bats. One wooden and the other aluminum. He tossed the wooden one to me. "Try not to break that, that's my lucky bat after all." I nodded. "Alright," I said. The tall, skinny one, who introduced himself as Riff-raff, grabbed a five foot chain and roped it up to put under his jacket. Scrat grabbed a crowbar that was leaning against the wall. I rubbed my head, these kids are looking for a war, aren't they? The other big guy, Otis, went into a back room and came back out a minute later. He was holding anything, just wearing a big black jacket.

I asked Scrat, "What about him? Isn't he going to use anything?" Scrat looked over at Otis, and he grinned. He said, "Oh, don't worry about him, he's got something special to fight with." He looked back at me, I don't know what my face said, but he then said, "Oh, it's not a gun, or a knife, or anything like that. Just wait and see. Considering that this might be the MMXII crashing this party, you just might see some action."

Oh, this is just getting better and better.

Riff-raff drove a silver Durango with Eddie riding shotgun, Otis and Scrat sat in the back passenger seats, I was scrunched into the very back set of seats. I could rest my chin on knees if it weren't for this bat. "I'm getting claustrophobic back here." I said. Riff-raff exclaimed from up front, "You say what now? I did not know you went that way, man." There was a moment of silence before Scrat said, "Uh, Raff? You know Claustrophobia means a fear of enclosed spaces, right?" Riff-raff didn't answer for a minute. Then he said, "Oh, uh, yeah, um, yeah. I know."

Now, we were all snickering, even Otis was making silent laughter. I said, "It's a fear of enclosed spaces, love," in a stereotypical gay voice. We arrived at the address of the party, the sun was way past set, and I looked at the clock to see it was 9:20. We left the car with suppressed laughter. The people that were hanging out at the front porch looked at us with worried faces and silent pleas of help. In my head, I knew that this was a little more serious then what I was expecting. Eddie went in first, followed by Scrat, Riff-raff, and me. Otis brought up the rear.

When we first entered we didn't even have to ask where the trouble makers were, we could hear them. "What do you mean, we're not welcome here? This is an all around party, right?" We entered and I saw three huge kids. Two guys and one girl. The girl clacked her gum and twirled the knife in her hand with uninterested, the guy talking was using one hand to gesture with his screaming voice while he held a crowbar in the other. The third was grinning like a possum and held an actual gun in his left hand. I guess that's why someone got enough sense to call someone.

Eddie said, "Yo! Scuz-buckets!" The trio of gangsters swirled around to us, and there was a moment of utter silence. The girl clacked her gum and Eddie began again, "I suggest you leave before things really have to get ugly." Everyone who was a guest at this party started to inch their way out the door, except for one kid, who I guessed lived here. I readied my bat and stepped up, "Just walk on out guys. Nobody has to get hurt."

The trio glared at me. The big talker says, "Boy, you even know who we are? We the MMXII! That's roman numerals, bud, for 2012. We are your doom!" I rolled my eyes and looked over to Eddie. "I guess this is the part where we beat the crap out of them?" He shook his head and said, "This is where Otis steps in." We all moved aside and Otis stepped up. He swung his arm like he just threw something, and a small ball on a chain streamed out of his jacket sleeve and landed smack in the bigger guy's face. He yelled and cursed as he held his now bruised eye. The ball and chain returned from the air back into his sleeve.

My jaw probably hit the floor before I decided to close it. "Last chance," said a deep and low voice. It took me a minute to realize that the deep and powerful voice came from Otis. The guy he hit got back up and cursed at him. He ran and tackled him, rolling him into the other room. Scrat went after him. The Talker looked slightly nervous now that their biggest player was tumbling in the living room. He turned to the girl, "Carmen?"

She looked at him coldly. She merely clacked her gum. Eddie and Riff-raff ran after him, leaving the girl to me. I said, "You aren't going to be too much trouble are you?" She shrugged. Then she said, "I've been looking for a way to dump these geeks anyway." She started to walk out. I decided to let her go. What could I do anyway? I went into the living room and landed a solid blow on the gangster's back with the bat, knocking him out cold. The other two came back with the other guy and tied them both to a nearby lamp post.
The dude of the house called the police and thanked for our services. Eddie pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to the kid. He said, "That's the bill. The address is on there, we're giving you a full week to pay that off, that should be plenty of time. You take care, aight?" He nodded, and thanked us a hundred times more. We left the house and went back to the Chain Gang base.

You know? I just had a thought: I kind of like the idea of helping someone like this.