Through a dark cloudy night sky, the moon shined brightly on the quiet hilly forests below. Only a light breeze travelled through the trees and occasional cooing sounds of owls could be heard.
All seemed peaceful in the quiet night, until noises of stones crackling under wheels, twigs snapping and the sounds of a nearly silent electrical engine of a car was heard. The car was unmarked, and almost completely dark with its lights turned off, only a small flashing light of its police radio could be seen.
In the car two men sat quietly watching the road before them. One of them, the driver to be specific was a huge muscular man. He wore sunglasses even though it was night, a tight short sleeved black shirt, some typical tight jeans that hugged his large body showing off his manliness, expensive running shoes, well expensive at least for him, and lastly he had his bullet proof vest which had white letters on the back of it saying, Police.
His partner was much the same, but he had a bit smaller of a build to him. He wore a black baseball cap and had a assault rifle in hand and a tactical belt with many magazines attached to it.
Hearing the supposedly zero-emission-producing low-engine sound, a rat felt its little heart become frightened and full of fear, fear that clouded its judgement. And in its clouded state of mind it ran, heading straight towards its little hole that was across the small dirt road.
And just like many of its rat ancestors before it, it ran straight on the path of the incoming cars wheels. The rats fate seemed certain, death was on its way. But Just at the last moment the smaller of the two men yelled. "Stop!"
Without hesitation the muscular driver hit the breaks, just barely missing the small critter as he confusedly spoke in a deep manly voice. "What what? What is it Frank, did you see them?"
The man named Frank patted the big guy on his shoulder and calmly said. "No, don't worry about it Bruce, just drive. There was just a small critter on the road as all."
A bright smile spread on Bruce's face as he heard this and happily said. "Hehehe, you always act like some emotionless hard ass. But its good to see that deep down your still the same old Frank like I remember."
Saying this Bruce could just feel Frank rolling his eyes under those sunglasses as the man seriously said. "Ah, shut up man. I just didn't want that little fucker to mess up my ride ok."
Grinning at this, Bruce just said, ok. As they then continued onwards until they then came to a stop in front of a large three story, luxurious wooden mansions front yard. The yard was huge with rows upon rows of expensive black cars. Cars that all had tinted windows and no plates.
Seeing this the two men rolled down their windows and took careful note of all that they saw there. As not only were there loads of cars, but hidden in the dark there was also lots of trash, drug needles, sigarret stumps, alcohol bottles and overall loads of trash all around the place, but no people. Not a single sole was in sight, all was quiet and dark.
The mens breathing was calm, eyes sharp, ears twitching as they listened carefully for any signs of movement. Movement that their sunglass-covered eyes might not have seen. But after a while Frank said.
"I guess you were right. This is most definitely the place."
Bruce nodded his head, sniffed the air and excitedly said.
"Hell yeah this is the place. You could probably smell it a mile away. I mean like god damn, this place stinks. Piss, shit, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, damn this place has all the typical gang-banger shit smells. Am I right or am I right?"
Frank although only seemed dead serious as he said.
"Yeah, well let's call it in and get out of here. I don't want to be around here without backup when all those guys wake up. I mean there has to be at least like 50 of them in there."
Shaking his head lightly, Bruce said. "No, I don't think that's going to be really necessary here." Pointing to a big fuel storage tank next to the house Bruce then confidently said. "Nah, no way I'm passing up on this opportunity. I say we blow these guys up and save some tax payer money and space in the prisons instead. Plus who knows what these fuckers might do when our blue boys show up in force. So let's just blow these gang bangers to hell and be done with it. No casualties on our side, no shootout, just a bunch of dead gang bangers. Just the way god clearly intended it to be."
Frank raised a questioning eyebrow at Bruce's words as he said.
"What? Are you mad? That would be going completely against protocol. As officers of the law, we can't do that, not at least without a proper cause. Seriously Bruce just think for a while, ok. I know you've got a lot of hatred in you towards these people because of your past and all that, but come on man. This is just too much. And besides what your suggesting is extremely dangerous. Just think about your girlfriend, how is she gonna feel if you get yourself shot or blown up by that massive fuel tank?"
Scoffing at these words Bruce merely said.
"Don't be a pussy Frank. You know all these people are guilty as shit. Its because of their type of people that people like me are forced to grow up without parents. Its because of them and others like them that this country is spiralling deeper and deeper into the shit each passing year. And yeah I know your whole, hey were just two dudes what can we do attitude. But like shit, everything is gotta be started from something. So I say you stop being a bitch, grow some balls and be a man. I for one ain't no bitch, I'm a man. No, I'm much more than that, I'm a real man and after this, I'm gonna be a even realer man. Imma be inspirational for all em kids you know. So let's go do something good, God damnit! But either way I'm doing this, with or without you."
After saying this Bruce got out the car. Opened the truck and took an assault rifle from there and a few mags. Loading his rifle he then quickly, but silently started moving towards the house without waiting for Frank.
But as he ran to the first set of cars he heard Frank hop out of the car and run rifle in hand to his side as Frank then said.
"God damnit Bruce. You know there is no way I'm letting you do this alone right, but you really need to stop taking these kinds of risks man. Sooner or later you are gonna get us both killed doing stupid shit like this."
With an arrogant smirk on his face Bruce said.
"Don't worry man we got this. And besides, if we get promoted for this, then maybe you can take your woman for a nice long vacation somewhere nice. Maybe Scotland or England, I hear the UK is pretty nice this time of year."
Sighing at Bruce's words Frank said.
"Yeah yeah, I know. Just remember the offer I gave you last time. If I die you have my permission to fuck my wife. If anything, I just can't stand the thought of her being alone, besides your girlfriend is a total bitch. You deserve someone better, someone like my wife."
Bruce seemed a bit disturbed by these words as he said.
"Please man don't say that. I'm not letting you die on my watch. And honestly dude, I get that we are close and all, but you just saying it like that feels so wrong. Just forget that shit ok and more importantly, cover my ass I'm going in."
Not seeing any movement in the yard Bruce moved swiftly past the many rows of cars and towards the fuel tank.
Frank stayed further behind and took up a good position behind a car, from where he kept an eye on the front entrance of the mansion.
Coming to the fuel tank, Bruce holstered his assault rifle and started to turn the valve on the fuel tank. With caution he slowly turned it so as not to make any sound. But despite his best efforts the rusty valve began making loud squeaking noises with each and every turn.
Bruce figured, oh well, as he just continued turning the valve. The thing quickly began loosening and he could feel it about to spill out its flammable contents. But just then the front door of the house slammed open with a loud bang.
Alerted by this Bruce immediately stopped turning the valve and ran to the corner of the mansion to peek at the source of the sound.
Standing there in front of the front door he could see a black gang banger, he wore nothing more but his underwear and a pistol that was tucked into it. The man was swaying as he stood still, most likely this was due to him being intoxicated, Bruce figured.
His hazy drunk eyes carefully looked around at his surroundings as if he were looking for something. Had he heard him, Bruce wondered?
Then the gang banger yelled to no one in particular.
"You mother fuckers! You better not be scratching up my ride! Sure I didn't pay for it, but it's still mine! Come out you sneaky mother fuckers where ever you are!"
After saying this the man suddenly pulled out his gun from his underwear and began walking towards Bruce's position, although he didn't seem to see him as he merely yelled.
"Hey, I got a gun ok! Don't mess with me, I'm a dangerous nigga! I don't do well with surprises, you hear me! Now where's you all at?"
Bruce hid behind the corner listening to the drunken man's rambling words, waiting and listening as he got closer. In the dark distance he could see the outline of Frank behind a car taking aim at the gang banger.
He wanted to say to him to not shoot, as they would be caught for sure. But as he touched his ear and quickly searched around his pockets, he immediately realised that he totally forgot his earpiece in the car. It seemed he was out of options here, he needed to take this man out silently with his bare hands.
Thinking quickly, Bruce began searching his memories for a quick solution to this situation. He could remember that ever since he was young he had been interested in gardening, he just liked growing things you know. Oh and history also. No wait those were the wrong set of memories, no ever since he was little he had also besides those things been practicing MMA and playing videogames, so he knew exactly what to do, right.
"Man I gotta take a piss, huh, ahhhhh!" Was all that the gang banger managed to say before Bruce came out swinging.
The man seemed so small before him, he himself was quite a tall man after all and this dude was not. The gang bangers eyes were wide and face unprotected, as he sent a devastating right hook at the mans jaw.
As his fist made contact with the jaw, Bruce could just hear the man's teeth smashing together, cracking and then breaking as his punch sent him slightly airborne. The man's eyes rolled back, and as his feet touched the ground again, he went totally limp and fell like a rock to the ground.
One punch was all it took to knock the man out cold it seemed. Seeing it Bruce merely frowned, got to his knees, took the unconscious mans head into his large hands. He said a quiet prayer to the man, and then with great force he snapped the man's neck. As he then twisted it a full 360 degrees around. The man made a small twitching motion and then he stopped, and Bruce knew that the man was gone
Dropping the corpse to the ground, Bruce stood up and for but a moment felt sad. He felt sad for the man, for this criminal before him was but a victim much like he. Growing in poverty, amidst violence, crime, a society full of greed, and a society without morals was what did this to people, what turned them to crime.
Although at the end of the day it is not the society that moves a man like this, but he himself. For the soul of the man is his and his alone to do with it as he pleases. So fuck this gang banger, he got what he deserved and the world will be glad to be rid of him. Bruce rationalised to himself. Normally he wasn't this type of a cruel person, but honestly he just couldn't help but hate these people.
Hatred began to boil within him as he thought if this, but then he heard a shout. From the back side of the mansion a redneck gang banger shouted.
"Hey! Who goes there?"
Peeking from behind the corner to look at the approaching man Bruce suddenly froze as his and the mans eyes met. The man was only a few 20 or so meters away from him as he then yelled.
"Who the fuck are you!"
As the man said this, Frank opened fire and bullets began swishing past his head like crazy. Getting down low he watched as the redneck got hit, staggered backwards and then fell to the ground like a rock.
Oh shit, that's not good. Was all that Bruce managed to think when suddenly powerful lights turned on around the mansion lighting the whole place up. And then came many alarmed angry yells and the sounds of hundreds of feet moving within the building.
Without hesitation Bruce ran to the fuel tank and started turning the valve again. He figured that this was their only choice now. The explosion of this fuel tank would be the perfect cover for their escape, surely.
But Frank didn't seem to agree as he yelled to him. "Get the hell out of there! We have to run!"
But right after saying this, the sounds of glass being broken could be heard, followed up by heavy gunfire. The bullets flew towards Frank's position like a heavy hail storm tearing the car he hid behind into Swiss cheese.
Glancing backwards Bruce couldn't see Frank no more, all he could do was hope that by some miracle he wasn't hit. But then he saw Frank managing to jump behind another car just in time as hundreds of bullets rained down on his last seen position tearing the car apart.
Frank seemed like a allusive raccoon as he suddenly then popped up behind another car and began returning fire. The man was fast at changing positions and a master of dodging bullets it seemed.
Just like that, the calmness of night was gone for good. And now in its stead, a powerful crackling of gunfire had come. To Bruce, it sounded just like one of those war movies that he and Frank liked to watch sometimes while having a few beers.
Then the valve turned one last time and began spewing out gasoline. Like a small stream of water, the gasoline burst out of the tank and onto the ground at his feet. A feeling of relief came to him, he wanted to cheer and tell Frank of the success, but just then more voices came from the back of the mansion followed by bullets.
The bullets crackled against the fuel tank as some bullets whistled past his head. Getting low, he quickly took cover behind the now gasoline spewing tank, peaked out and saw a bunch of gang bangers approaching his position with their many guns blazing.
The seen reminded him of the red army doing a human meat wave charge, like in those movies. Although these idiots had no tanks, just stupidity and lots of assault rifles, pistols and one even seemed to have a heavy machine gun. But not only this, they didn't even have cool flags or uniforms, they just came dressed in shorts, tank tops or just their underwear.
Bruce un-holstered his assault rifle, took it in both hands, got low, waited for a pause in the shooting. And then as the momentary pause came, he peeked out and began firing.
He might have been just an undercover cop, but he was an American cop so he knew his shit. With ease he hit his wide open targets and they began to fall like simps In front of their cute Idols.
One, two, and three of them fell which immediately broke their morale. Seeing their friends in crime dying was too much for them, the gang bangers quickly scattered and ran in a panic. They went behind the mansion and some cars from where they blindly began returning fire. Although this was extremely imprecise, they did make up for it with the amount of bullets they fired. The bullets came like rain, pinning him down at his position.
With he and Frank pinned down and gasoline under his feet, Bruce started to realize that he was basically fucked, unless he did something and fast.
To his right, there was a row of cars that he could take cover behind and use to get the hell out of this situation. But there was one big problem, the cars were too far away and he being a little bit under two meters tall wasn't the most agile or fastest man on the police force.
The cars were maybe 6 meters away, not too far one might think. But not only was he big and slow, but he was also a big target for bullets. He highly doubted his chances of safely dashing to the cars without being hit. But unless he wanted to die here, there really werent many other choices for him to choose. The gang bangers were just too many. He could maybe just blow himself up here, save Frank and be remembered as some hero or a martyr or something, maybe. But no, he wasn't like those believers in the east, he didn't think he was going to be getting a heaven with 72 young virgin's and four wives. No he was most likely just going to die and that was it.
Unable to come to a decision he tried to thin the number of enemies first. Peeking out from behind the fuel tank he took a few shots at the gang bangers managing to kill one that was running to cover. Then he shot another one who tried to hide, but he too fell to the ground dead.
Falling back behind cover he yelled in anger to the gang bangers. "Take that you dirty hillbilly, street-liking, hood-spitting fucks!"
Immediately in response many bullets and hurtful curses came flying towards him. They fell on the tanker like rain as curses came much the same. Bruce began sweating in worry. Some bullets came dangerously close to the gasoline, to his head, was the thing going to blow or just his head, he wondered?
Damn, this is bad. If only I were someone smaller and more agile, kind of like those gymnastic girls on tv. Then maybe I might be able to make it to those cars. Fuck my life.
In the distance, he could see Frank still pinned down behind the cars as he blindly tried to return fire at the house. Clearly, the mantle of responsibility had now fallen to him and so he now needed to do something fast before Frank or he got hit and died.
Not liking his chances he hesitated. But then a vision, no a memory of the night before came to him. He remembered being home alone and drunk on the couch after a hard bodybuilding workout at the gym.
He had been wondering if his girlfriend, that bitch like Frank called her was somewhere partying and cheating on him. Infuriated by this he had accidentally hit the remote and turned on the TV.
There for the first time in his life, he saw something truly fantastical and amazing. On the screen, he had seen a girls gymnastics competition.
He could remember being truly amazed at how much strength and agility some of them had despite their small bodies. How could such a small human move so effortlessly and elegantly he had wondered?
While watching the show he started to drink heavily and then got inspired by the girls and started to practice hand standing and rolling on the ground himself. Remembering this a fire for learning more gymnastics or in his case calisthenics was lit within his heart.
Most of all he remembered one of the athletes who was maybe 18 years of age. She had such a beautiful face, he had never seen anything quite like it, and those stunning deep blue eyes were so enchanting also. Not only that she was also extremely well developed with some nice tits and a good ass. But most of all he remembered her stunning agility and flawless movements.
Thinking of this a plan came to his mind, but first, he needed a timer. Taking out a lighter from his pocket he lit it and placed it close to the gasoline hoping to use it as his timer. Once the gasoline reaches it, the whole tanker would hopefully explode, maybe, hopefully.
With the lighter set, he fired a few more rounds at the gang bangers which gained him a second of silence from their gunfire, and then he made a run for it.
Taking a step followed by a second one he went for a quick gymnastic roll towards the cars.
As he went for the gymnastic roll bullets started to fly past him. Adrenaline ran through his veins and the whole world seemed like it was in slow motion.
Rolling on the ground he could hear the bullets whistling past him.
Then as he came out of the roll he felt something strike his face. Blood flew from where his nose was. Immediately he realised that his nose just got blown off. It happened so fast that his body didn't even register what had just happened to it as he felt no pain. Then he flexed his legs and pushed himself forward as fast as possible.
He was almost at the car, he could make it and so he prepared to jump the rest of the way. But as he was about to do so, he felt a bullet striking his right leg. All feeling left it immediately and he lost control.
He stumbled forward and fell to the ground hard. Only 1 meter away from the car he felt a bullet strike his ass cheeks and something inside causing him to lose all feeling in both his legs.
Bleeding, in pain and with no feeling in his legs he still managed to crawl with his hands behind the car. This was not good, but he was alive probably thanks to the gang bangers horrible aim.
Laying on the ground he peaked from under the car at the gang bangers closing in on his position. They weren't letting him escape, that was for sure.
Using his rifle he started taking them out by shooting their legs from under the car one by one. Hitting their legs he made them fall to the ground after which he shot them in their heads, ending many criminal lives for good.
One after another he took them out until the remaining ones retreated behind cover not giving him any other opportunities to shoot them.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he fell against the car and groaned in pain. His legs refused to move, his ears were ringing now and his entire body felt so weak. He was losing a lot of blood he could feel the metallic feeling of it in his mouth.
In the distance, he could see Frank still holding on as he was shooting his rifle while yelling something at him. A smile crept on Bruce's face seeing his friend unhurt and still so full of energy.
Then his gaze turned to his mangled right leg which had a huge bleeding hole in it. It seemed to be almost completely severed in the middle, he could see his bone sticking out against his pants. But it was hard to tell with the bloody pants in the way.
Then he turned to look at the lighter and gasoline that were about to touch. In regret and defeat, he looked to the sky and thought.
I guess this is it? Well, at least Franks going to survive and thats good enough for me. My life sucked anyway. There probably isn't even going to be anyone at my funeral anyway. Well except Frank and maybe a few dudes from the police department, but thats okay. At least I did get to do some good to a few people during my life and that's enough for me, even if they don't remember me.
Sighing in acceptance of his fate, Bruce smiled pitifully to the sky, but just then he felt a hand take a hold of his shoulder. Turning to look he could see Frank crouching down right next to him as he said.
"Hey, stay with me man! You can't leave me, not like this, not so soon! Neither of us has yet to see the UK remember, you want to see it with me don't you? So hold on you big idiot, don't die!"
Hearing this Bruce looked to him and weakly said.
"I'm sorry Frank, but I'm not gonna make it. You have to go or you'll die."
Frank showed a bitter smile as he grabbed a hold of hia vest and began to drag him as he said.
"Not way! We are partners to the very end remember! Wherever you go, I go! If you die here, then I'll do so as well!"
Feeling touched by these words, Bruce felt tiers come to his eyes. He didn't want to die, but he knew it to be true. But more than anything he didn't want Frank to die as well, in desperation he said to him.
"No Frank. Think of your wife. You promised her, that you'd stay together forever."
Immediately Frank answered back.
"Yeah but I promised you that firs, brother."
Hearing this Bruce knew no longer what to say. This man was stubborn and he seemed quite intent to stat. It was touching, a true sign of loyalty and friendship, but it was sad as well.
He could hear the more of the gang bangers closing in. Frank let go of him, stood up and opened fire on them. He fell to his back, took a hold of his riffle and did so as well.
He could hear bullet flying past, Frank got hit and fell to his knees. Nonetheless Frank lifted his gun and fired back, together they kept on shooting. Franks left arm was hurt and his right held the riffle. Despite this he tried to drag him away.
But it was no use. the enemy was closing in and then they saw it. Both their eyes widened in horror, the gasoline got lit, this was it. Frank came in front of him, shielding him with his body.
Then came a massive blinding flash of light consuming them both. He only felt a small split second of pain, saw a glimpse of Frank's face and then he heard a massive boom, Frank disappeared and darkness followed.
***
Then came a feeling of warmth, a feeling of floating in nothingness, no he was floating in water surrounded by darkness. Or no, his eyes were merely closed, was he alive? Then a sudden light shined upon his face, cold air hit him and he was sucked out of what felt like a fleshy tunnel.
He wanted to stay, he didn't want to go towards the gold and blinding light. But slowly without being able to do anything, he was sucked towards the light until the light consumed fully and cold hit his bare skin.
He wanted to groan in annoyance, feeling great discomfort as he did, but that was heard was a baby's cry. Then came the sound of an feminine voice sounding voice.
"Congratulations my lord, It's a healthy baby girl!"
Then he felt something rough come over his body, a badly woven blanket it felt like. It was wrapped around him by very large feeling hands that then handed him off to someone soft and gentle feeling. This person held him with what felt like great love and care, very gentle it was.
Then little ways away from him he heard a deep manly voice speak.
"Hmm, how disappointing! Yet another girl, I suppose that's all you can produce it seems, hmm. Oh well I suppose there might be a use for her in the future. Or well that is only if this one manages to survive long enough to become a beauty better than yourself. Then maybe I might see some use for her, but for now you can keep her. I don't want her in my sight."
Huh, what's going on? Who would say such things? Why am I making baby noises, wait do they mean that I'm a girl? Blind and feeling extremely confused Bruce knew not what was going on at all. He could hear people speak, understand their words, but why couldn't he see?
Then with some effort, he managed to slowly start opening his eyes. Why did it feel so hard to do, why did he feel so weak?
But as he did this he was immediately met with the sight of a shabby roof made of straws. No way, was he in Africa? How'd he get here, was he kidnapped by those bastard's?
But then he noticed a shabby wooden walls and a chimney of stones to her right. And the back of a woman dressed in what looked like a maids outfit walking out a shabby wooden door.
Overall the place seemed like some crappy cottage straight out of the dark ages or something.
Seeing it he couldnt help but wonder what type of a poor person might have lived in such a place, or more importantly why was he here? And why was this place looking kind of huge?
Confused by this all, he then looked around for answers and immediately noticed a giant woman looking lovingly down upon him. He seemed to be in her gentle arms.
Wait how was that possible, a grown woman was holding him like a baby? Although to his eyes the woman looked absolutely massive like a giant, but an extremely beautiful giant for sure.
The womans eyes were a deep shade of blue, her hair was blonde and her appearance greatly resembled that of the gymnastic girl on TV he had seen. Well that was except for the fact of how frail this giant woman looked like, she seemed so weak-looking. Her bones were showing, but despite this she still managed to show a gentle smiled to him as she spoke and said.
"Now what should I call you? Well you look like me, so maybe just to play a little trick upon you're father. I think I will give you my name. And so, from this day fourth you will be known as Lili. My little baby girl."
What a cute name for a girl, he thought. But then realised, no wait am I a girl? Your not speaking of me woman, now are you? Because like I'm totally a man you know.
Thinking of this he tried to protest and say.
"No way! You can't call me Lili? I'm a man, my name is Bruce. It's a manly name and its definitely not Lili, ok!"
Despite wanting to say this, only crying baby noises came out his mouth no matter how hard he tried to sound like a normal rational manly man. Hearing his own voice he couldnt help but feel ashamed. These was not the sound of a man, but a baby. He felt ashamed.
And now even the giant woman before him seemed to be disturbed by his unmanly voice, she was looking so worried at him as she said.
"Oh dont cry, Lili. Here have some of momies milk."
Then the womans one free hand moved to the top part of her dress and started pulling it down. Eyes wide Bruce immediately stopped making baby noises and silently watched as the woman pulled out a massive breast from within her dress.
To his eyes, it looked bigger than his own freaking head, even the womans beautiful nipple along with the pink part around it seemed so big.
Stunned by the sight he tried to yell to her. "No woman, cover yourself. Do you feel no shame showing me your tits?"
But as he cried out the woman without warning just showed her it into his open mouth. She had a hand behind his head, a perfect lock. He was stuck, totally stuck there and then came the warm milk.
The woman was actually actively squeezing her own tit to send milk into his mouth. This felt so strange, so wrong to him, drinking women's milk was not one of his fetishes, not at all.
For but a moment he resisted, but soon his instincts kicked in and he automatically took the nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. More milk flowed into his mouth and to his surprise, the milk was actually extremely tasty and so warm.
He could feel himself quickly getting used to it. Maybe drinking a woman's milk was one a thing he actually liked after all? Soon he got the hang of it and wanted more, so he placed his hands upon the tit and tried to squeeze out more.
And thats when he noticed just how small and soft his hands appeared to be, they were like that of an small babies. Where were his muscles, scars and all the pumping veins? What the fuck was going on?
Alerted by this he wanted to say something but soon found himself feeling extremely tired, and then he slowly began felling into sleep. The woman's arms felt so warm and tits si soft, he just couldn't help it. And with a pop, his mouth let go of the womans nipple and darkness came and dreamland followed.