Just før Fun

[Am I? I feel like I don’t know anything anymore.]
[…]
[Help me.]


















Bloodbath Party

Tøny: “Man I’m bored as shit. These LA idiots and their dumb parties, half are drunk dead, some might be even drowning in the pool doing our job for us. Other half are having orgies upstairs passing on who knows what sort of STDs. And the fucking loud music! Oh that FUCKING loud music! I feel like my ear drums could burst at any damn second! Who in their right mind could even remotely call this shit fun?! I fucking hate these people.”

Matt: “Yeah, yeah. We get it, you hate everybody. Now stop shouting or you’ll blow our cover.”

Tøny: “Oh please, you think any of these drunkards could tell a cactus from a dildo? You’d be mistaken.”

Gerald: “Woah where’d that come from?”

Tøny: “I… wouldn’t wanna say it but uh… maybe don’t look to your right at this moment.”

Gerald: “Oh OH! What the HELL is she doing with that cactus?! OH JESUS! What kinda drugs are these morons even on?!”

Matt: “I’m not sure but I want some.”

Tøny: “Enough! Are we gonna do this or what? I can’t stand these people anymore!”

Matt: “Aight everybody grab their weapons from the bag. It’s about time we have our kinda fun.”

Tøny: “Thought you’d never ask.”

Tøny unzips a big brown bag and hands the crew various types of guns.

Gerald: “Hey! Why do I get this dumb little pistol out of all things?”

Tøny: “Because you’re a fat piece of shit and you almost blew your head off last time with the AK. Nobody wants to drag your injured fat ass around, capiche?”

Gerald: “I’m not fat just a little—

Tøny aimed his AK at a bunch of people on the couch and started shooting without hesitation.
Their blood splashing all over walls and on people’s faces.
Anyone remotely sober started screaming and attempting to run away.
The crew started gunning everyone down one by one.

Tøny: “Now this is my kinda party!”


***


Officer: “The body count is two hundred seventy five young folk. Most of them, not much older than twenty. All shot dead without mercy. Anybody who's been enlisted for this party has been identified amongst the deceased bodies. Nobody managed to escape. The reports say it was a huge party hosted by a Brad Pattinson. Some rich kid who lived near here. The mansion is apparently owned by his parents. His corpse has also been identified amongst the others of course. Whoever did this they left no survivors, and no trace either, other than this big symbol on the wall.”

Stanley looks at the symbol.
A huge Ø on the wall.

Stanley: “Dammit! It’s them again! How do they keep getting away with this!”

Officer: “You know what this symbol means?”