Havoc and Mayhem

by Derrick A. Bonner

  Nature looked up under a sea of shocked stares and smiled flashing his pointy bicuspids. “Let his mistake be a lesson to you all. I’m like AIDS. Fuck wit me, and you die!”

  The horn from the black Mercedes Benz honked and Nature bopped over. Behind the steering wheel sat Havoc’s masked enemy he liked to refer to as Doll face. “Guess some men are born with a conscious.” Doll face said.

  Nature shrugged unconcerned then glanced at the back seat. “So what’s dat one’s problem?” he asked pointing to the passenger occupying the back seat.

  “Never you mind. Let me worry about that. You just tell those imbeciles to get ready.” After Nature was gone the masked man turned to face his silent passenger. “You’ve been awfully quiet. You ok?” he asked. There was no answer just light sobbing. “What the hell? I know you aren’t crying over that sorry bastard! Especially after how he tossed you to the side. How I see it, out of all of us here you’re the only one besides myself who has a legitimate reason to hate Havoc. Between you and me these other low-lives deserved what our mutual enemy did to them. So are you ready for some payback?” the passenger failed to respond and continued sobbing. “I don’t know what I was even thinking bringing you along! But I have a sneaky suspicion that if you sit there for a while and think about exactly what he did to you, you’ll change your mind.” With that said Doll face exited the car and stormed over to where a group of hard-faced men stood.

  Doll face’s mask and creepy appearance was so intimidating that everyone stopped breathing until he passed by. “Man I thought I’d seen it all until this freaky mutha’ came on the scene.” One thug whispered to another.

  “So, what’s Spooky’s deal anyway?”

  “Man, all I know is that a month ago a black Benz was parked outside of Sing-Sing waiting on me the day I came off my bid with the promise of two things. Enough money that I could start my life over and revenge against the asshole responsible for ruining it!”

  “I asked around and everybody’s story is pretty much the same. Havoc messed them over and Trick O’ Treat offered them money and payback. One thing’s for certain, whoever or whatever the fuck our mutual benefactor is, their hate for Havoc must be stronger than all of ours combined to set all this shit up.”

  The punk nodded in agreement. “Well just make sure you don’t try and go off on your own personal payback mission. I heard some fool tried to kill Havoc for self and it didn’t turn out too well for him. The Mask had him turned into swiss cheese!”

  “Damn!”

  Doll Face’s twisted voice addressed the crowd and interrupted their conversation. “Just so there are no misunderstandings, I kill Havoc! You can beat him. Bite him. Wound him whatever. But I and I alone get to put the final bullet in his bald head. Are we clear?” Everyone nodded intimidated as Nature walked up and cleared his throat for emphasis, “Good, because I’ve sacrificed and lost way too much putting this together and do not want or need any more surprises from someone who thinks their hate for Havoc supersedes mines. Play stupid games win stupid prizes!” The masked menace said referring to Corbin’s rogue actions that got him killed. “Now that we all understand one another, smiles, everyone. Smiles. It’s time for what we’ve all been waiting for. Let’s go kill ourselves a Trouble Consultant!”

  Chapter 36

  Havoc and Donnie continued feeling their way through the glass maze as best they could, using his lighter as a makeshift torch until they came upon a door at the bottom of a short ramp. Havoc unlocked it then with a breath of uncertainty opened the door. To his surprise they were back outside on the opposite side of the building in the cold air amongst other shut down rides and attractions. Angry voices and footsteps in the background made them jump outside and pull the door closed behind them. Donnie alerted Havoc to a port-o-potty and they ducked inside.

  Havoc peeked out at the front of the colorful building. “Death row huh?” He read the name on the sign hanging over the attraction, “Fitting.”

  “How many of them do you think are in there?” Donnie asked worriedly.

  “I’m not sure. More than ten, less than a hundred.” Havoc shrugged indifferently. “Went to bed last night and all was right with the world. I get up this morning my enemies have joined forces and are gunning for me.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  Havoc turned to Donnie. “We ain’t doing nothing. But you’re going to sit tight and be cool.”

  “And you?” Donnie’s voice trembled.

  Havoc smacked a full magazine into his Glock then turned to Donnie. “I’m gonna inside and do some subtraction!”

  “But you’re out gunned and outnumbered.”

  “Then I guess I’ll have to outsmart them won’t I?” Havoc said confidentially.

  “What is it with you? Do you have a death wish or something? You can’t go back in there! And what about your sister? Or have you forgotten about her?”

  “Of course I haven’t forgotten about my sister. But I’ve got to go back in there and stick it to em’!” Havoc snarled. Donnie looked at him trying to understand why in the hell would he walk back into a burning building if he were lucky enough to escape without getting scorched. “That place may be huge, but it’s only but so huge. Eventually those clowns are going to realize that I’m no longer in there and come looking for us.”

  “There has to be another way.”

  “Look, I don’t like it any more than you do baby. But my chances are a helluva lot better if I deal with them in there. Out here in the open. We’re as good as dead.” Havoc said and slapped another clip into his second Glock. “You ever shoot a gun before?”

  “No never.” Donnie said.

  Havoc snorted derisively. “And you claim to be from the PJ’s. Okay safety’s off, the round’s already in the chamber.” he said using his thumb to drop the clip and show her it was full then smacked it back in. “Real simple. All you have to do is point the end with the hole at the bad guy and pull the trigger. But remember if you point it at someone-then make sure you shoot them.”

  “Is that all?” Donnie asked sarcastically.

  Havoc shook his head, “What you wanna do is breathe out before you shoot because if you pull in air, it can cause the barrel to jump, and you miss the target.” He said and handed her the weapon.

  “Anything else?”

  “Yes,” Havoc said and bowed his head and closed his eyes. Donnie was taken aback. She didn’t think her man was an atheist but at the same time she didn’t picture him as the praying type either. She said nothing and bowed her head. As Havoc asked God to protect them against whatever danger lie ahead as well as watch over his sister and dog, Donnie stared at the overwhelming piece of steel in her tiny hands with a look of uncertainty. After he was done praying Havoc looked at Donnie. He realized this was a lot for her to deal with but at the same time he did not have time to hold her hand through this. “Donnie, no matter what you hear in there under no circumstances are you to come inside looking for me. Are we clear?” He asked. Donnie looked emotional. She was unable to answer and nodded. “Hang in there babe. It’s almost over. And remember, I’ve kicked all their asses before.”

  “Individually-but not all at once.” Donnie said with uneasiness and concern in her voice.

  Havoc nodded at her valid point then smiled. “First time for everything.” he said confidentially then leaned in for a kiss and headed back into Death row.

  Chapter 37

  “One, Two Freddy’s coming for you!” Lights-Out called out in the dark getting a laugh from the others.

  “Quit prolonging the inevitable Havoc and bring your punk ass!” Nature yelled out shining his flashlight all over.

  “Yeah court’s in session chump! And we’re your judge, jury and executioners!” Diamond Ken said and snap cocked an uzi.

  Nature noticed a series of light switches on the far wall of the booth. “Hello, what have we here?” he said and hit a switch. Suddenly strobe lights flashed on a
nd off.

  “This should help flush out our little fish.” Doll face said.

  Nature stopped in his tracks and began inhaling deeply like a bloodhound. “It has already. Our fish is close.”

  “How close?” the masked man asked as people in the huddle traded shocked looks at the fact Nature could actually sniff out a man like his given namesake.

  “I ain’t feeling this!” Lights-Out confessed looking like he was going to piss in his pants. “Damn these mirrors! Anybody even remember where the entrance is?”

  “Shhh!” Joey T. said pressing the barrel of his gun to his lips. “I heard something.” Out the corner of his eye he spotted a red blur dart around a corner. “There!” the brawny Italian’s voice rang like a trumpet-call as he opened fire shattering mirrors to bits and forcing a tall Jamaican named Ronald Perry to dance out of harm’s way almost being shot.

  “What the bumbaclot chu’ shootin’ at bwoy?” the Rude Boy angrily protested in a thick yardy accent.

  “Havoc! It was friggin Havoc!” Joey T. said frantically sucking wind.

  “Me no see dat rasclot Havoc ‘round ‘ere! When you see ‘im point ‘im out, don’t shoot!”

  Joey T. looked all around and felt like an idiot. There was no sign of Havoc anywhere. “Look I’m telling you that friggin moolie was there one minute and gone the next…like a ghost. Or in his case, like a spook.” The Italian wisecracked getting a laugh out of his crew.

  “Fuck ya say grape stompa, ya wan die today? Say one more ting out ya rude mout’ an-”

  “You’ll what eggplant?” Joey T. asked swelling up.

  The Jamaican gritted his teeth then let his fists do the talking and gave Joey T. the back of his hand knocking him to the ground. Simultaneously Joey T’s boys pulled out on Perry while Perry’s boys drew on them.

  “Hey if you idiots wanna kill each other do it on your own time!” Doll face riffed. “Right now you’re on my clock so fan out and keep your eyes open.”

  “You heard the man move it…move it!” Nature ordered giving people an extra push. The men inched down the maze guns extended, scared to death. Over their beating hearts they heard heavy footsteps running outside and amongst them. Strobe lights played across the house of mirrors interior, elongating shadows, throwing false targets.

  A red blur flashed in a mirror and a thug whirled around blazing but no one was there. The red blur made another brief appearance and a sharp kick was tossed lifting a thug off his feet.

  “Oh snap, Steven Segal was right! It is him!” a thug shouted and killed Havoc’s reflection in a mirror.

  “No there!” another man shouted destroying another mirror. When he realized his mistake he nervously backed away into something hard. When he turned around he realized he had backed smack dab into Havoc’s brick wall of a chest. Havoc connected with the man’s arm sending his gun clattering across the floor then sent him hurtling through a mirror.

  Diamond Ken raised his gun and Havoc took off running, “You can run but you can’t hide!” the pimp shouted locked on the moving target and sprayed his Uzi chopping a ragged line through glass and sheet rock.

  Havoc moved as if every object in the room had a million volts running through it then dived on the floor and tumbled while firing back. He caught another punk in the shoulder then flew around the corner like a skipping stone. Immediately his instincts and reflexes saved him from losing his head to the wild swing of a machete toting man awaiting him. He raised his gun but the machete blade smacked it out of his hand. The man swung the machete again and Havoc ducked the blow and threw a kick into the man’s knee breaking it. Havoc immediately scooped up his gun and grabbed his screaming attacker by his jacket. At that moment the others came around the corner like a pack of hungry wolves. Clutching the punk to his chest, Havoc spun around and opened fire dropping men like arcade ducks. Diamond Ken was the first to fire back and the others followed suit setting off a shootout in motion and the human shield in Havoc’s arms took the punishment meant for him.

  “No stop! Don’t shoot!” a man in the group of shooters screamed frantically and began pushing men shooting at Havoc out of his way.

  When everyone stopped firing, Havoc let the man in his arms drop to the floor then vanished around the corner. The other man who was frantically screaming rushed to the fallen man’s side.

  Diamond Ken came over. “What y’all related or something?”

  The man kneeled over the dead boy nodded silently, “He was my kid brother.”

  “Word? Damn, that’s fucked up!” the pimp said unremorsefully.

  Heartbroken, the man pushed his baby brother’s eyes closed, then hand gestured a cross over him and pulled his gun. “And so’s this!” he said turning on the pimp then squeezed the trigger.

  BOOM!

  Diamond Ken took a bullet in the stomach and his finger hit the trigger of the Uzi spraying the man back in the face. Clutching his stomach in an attempt to keep the contents from spilling out, the pimp stumbled woozily into the center of the blinking room where everybody was staring at him. He looked at Doll face and a sinister smile came over him. Then without justification or pretext he raised his gun.

  “Fuck Havoc! Fuck his dog! Fuck your money and fuck you!” the pimp shouted and pointed his weapon in Doll Face’s direction. In a flash Nature moved like a cheetah knocking Doll Face to safety as Diamond Ken sprayed gunfire all over the room dropping men like apples in autumn.

  Doll face’s mask twisted at Nature. Even with no emotions, Doll face was amazed that he saved him. “You only paid us half!” Nature explained.

  Once the shooting happened, it was every man for himself. Diamond Ken lifted his Uzi but was met with the spit of another punk’s gun. Joey T. blew Ronald Perry away. One of Ronald’s boys put two in the back of Joey T’s head forcing his crew to retaliate. Then they killed some people, who killed some people and so on and so on.

  A man crept up behind Doll face with a gun and Nature blew a hole the size of a bowling ball through his chest. “Get outta here! We’ll regroup later!” Nature shouted. Doll face nodded and disappeared.

  With bullets flying this way and that way no one had time to do anything. It was practically impossible to see under the flashing lights. There was screaming, panicking, cursing, bullets flying and more screaming. Squibs exploded out the backs of men leaving smears on the walls behind them. Then above the shouting and tumult there was a loud blood-curdling scream followed by deadly silence.

  All this time Havoc remained hidden in the shadows waiting for the right time to move. When everything stopped he stumbled warily out gun drawn into the main open area. What he saw gave him grim satisfaction. Everywhere the bodies of his enemies lay strewn about like discarded sacks torn, broken and lifeless.

  “I knew there was no way in hell these idiots could work together.” Havoc hissed. As he made his way through the aftermath of the carnage he had to remind himself that it was okay to be nervous. Suddenly a bloody hand reached out and grabbed his ankle. It was Diamond Ken. The pimp looked up at him and opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was dead.

  After prying the dead pimp’s cold grip from his calve Havoc bent over to catch his breath and noticed Nature’s lifeless body. He went over and moved him with his foot. Nothing. When he turned to leave, Nature’s eyes opened. Havoc got that feeling that something was behind him and when he turned around, Nature was standing there.

  “The possum ain’t dead til it’s scraped off the road!” Nature said then smacked Havoc’s gun across the room and hit him in the jaw so hard the fillings in his teeth rattled. Havoc raised his fists and Nature pointed his gun in his face, “Give me a reason!” he begged but Havoc kept his cool and didn’t. Nature paused and looked around sniffing the air, “Tell your bitch to step out where I can see her.”

  At first Havoc didn’t know what Nature was talking about. Then he closed his eyes and blew exasperated. “Donnie. If you’re out there hiding please come o
ut.”

  Nature grabbed Havoc in a chokehold and placed the barrel of his gun to the side of Havoc’s head. “Your perfume gave you up so listen to your boyfriend Donnie, or I’ll splatter his brains.”

  After a minute Donnie stepped out looking disheveled and ghostly pale with Havoc’s gun in a shaky grasp. When she saw all the dead bodies she fought the urge to vomit and almost dropped the gun.

  “What are you doing here? I told you stay put!” Havoc demanded.

  “I-I know but I was worried about you.” Donnie reasoned.

  Nature found the whole thing amusing. “Don’t tell me Annie Oakley’s your new partner? Man, if I were you I’d call Mayhem back in a hurry. This one here doesn’t have the stomach for this line of work. I will say this much, you have good taste when it comes to broads.”

  “Look just let us go. Nobody else has to die.” Donnie begged pointing her weapon at Nature while trying not to show how afraid she was.

  Nature smiled, “Hey Donnie, have you ever killed somebody before?” Donnie’s bottom lip trembled like she wanted to answer but nothing came out. Nature was amused. “It’s okay. Me, I’ve killed so many I lost count years ago. The only one I do remember is the very first. His face is etched in my brain permanently. That’s because you never forget your first.”

  “Don’t listen to him Donnie! He’s trying to fuck with your head! Just squeeze the trigger and bust a cap in his ass!” Havoc cautioned under Nature’s vice grip.

  Nature didn’t even bother to deny what he was up to. “Think about it. If you do this Donnie, are you prepared to carry around my face in your head for the rest of your life?”

  A chill ran down Donnie’s spine. The thought of Nature’s ghastly mug haunting her forever in her dreams was too heavy to bear! She asked herself, was she prepared to kill a man? Even one as vile and despicable as Nature who would kill her without blinking twice, given the chance? Someone stepped out of the shadows. In the background Donnie could hear Havoc’s voice warning her to ‘Look behind her!’ Her finger curled around the trigger but she couldn’t bring herself to pull it. Suddenly the gun was snatched from her grasp and a pair of clammy hands circled her waist.