Neon Blue and Purple - Chapter 4: Lucas and Pr0tip

Earlier before.

Pr0tip and Lucas were on the helipad, watching the sunset and letting the breeze caress them. Two Specters were with them. Pr0tip approached one of them, hands touching to admire. It was clean and shiny.

“We should’ve had something like this long ago,” he commented.

“With Kirsten as our leader, she’ll help us reclaim territory and more,” Lucas said.

“Yeah, yeah. Enough about Kirsten. I want Matt with me.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Why?”

“Because I like him. I like him a lot.”

“I don’t understand why.”

“I don’t have to explain why I like him. Can we keep him?”

“Yeesh, you make it sound like Matt’s a dog. Kirsten’s fine with him, so long as he’s not a part of the gang.”

Pr0tip checked his smartphone, looking at Matt’s location. “He just got out of the hospital. I think their boss is taking them to the penthouse.”

“Alright, at night, we’ll strike,” Lucas said.

“And then we’ll take care of the boss?”

“I don’t know if I can do it myself. He’s a one-man army. Wait, what if we got one of the zombies to do it?”

“But he survived on that island! He’ll just wipe out the rest of them!”

“Except he was only fighting zombies, not gang members. I doubt he could handle both.”

-

Matt awoke on a couch, touching the spot where he got bonked. “Where am I? Dan?”

“Dan?” said a familiar voice. “Is that the boss’ name?”

Shit.

He looked around him, realizing he was in the nuclear reactor. Lucas and Pr0tip stood in front of him.

“Oh, Matt, you’re awake,” Pr0tip said. His smile made Matt uncomfortable. “A shame you prefer Dan, but he’ll be gone soon.” He then sat next to him.

“I’ll be in the garage, trying to tame the zombies,” Lucas said. He left the two alone and headed to the elevator.

“Wait, Lucas, come back!” Matt cried out.

“No, Matt, Pr0tip cared about you, but you cared more about our rival’s boss,” he said, not looking at him. “We could’ve done some gangster shit, but all you care about is your Nyte Blayde fanfiction. Seriously, Matt, grow up.”

That hurt Matt. Instead of trying to insult him, he sat in silence.

“Matt,” Pr0tip called out, “you can’t be in the gang anymore, but I’m still here. I care about you.” He placed a hand on his cheek.

Matt brushed him away. “But I don’t want you. I want Dan.”

Pr0tip furrowed his brows. “Fuck Dan!” He brought out his gun and shot the ceiling, causing Matt to bounce from his seat. “I’m here now! Pay attention to me! Dan is dead! Or he will be once he gets here. Do you understand?” He pointed his gun at Matt’s head. Beads of sweat began to form, and Matt’s heart pounded.

-

A few minutes after the kidnapping.

“Oi, Matt,” Dan called out, holding some popcorn, “I hope you like cheddar.”

He walked back into the living room, but Matt wasn’t there. Then he saw two Specters fly off.

“Aw shit.”

Dan headed to the elevator, went to the garage, and drove one of his fastest vehicles, chasing the Specters. They were flying northwest to the nuclear reactor.

After speeding past red lights, driving on the wrong side of the road to avoid traffic, and shooting Deckers in their territory, he made it to the reactor.

Dan parked in their garage, but something felt off. The parking lot was empty except for these cages with people in them. He approached them closer and realized they were bloodied and rotting but still moving.

“Shit, zombies?” Dan’s voice echoed.

An undead brute started banging on the cages, making Dan run to his car.

Then the elevator dinged, and somebody stepped out. It was Lucas, but he wore a Deckers uniform instead of purple.

“Hey, calm down,” Lucas said to the brute. “Don’t damage the cage. Pr0tip wanted you here, and I’m not letting Kirsten have our heads for this decision.” Then he looked at the car, curious.

Dan continued hiding. Those names rang a bell in his memory. On a day he couldn’t remember, Kinzie argued with him about the assassination targets, saying they needed to die as soon as possible. He looked at his phone, checking to see if he had killed any of them by accident. All 36 targets were alive and well.

Suddenly, the brute busted the cage, grabbing and pounding the traitor to the ground. His screams echoed, but the brute’s roar was deafening. Seeing no other option, Dan shot at the brute.

The brute charged at him, but he dodged. It then picked up the car, swinging it around aimlessly until it threw it at the cages, freeing the other zombies.

Before the crowd of zombies could separate, Dan threw a grenade and then focused on the brute. He made sure to aim at the head. Bang! Bang! Bang! The zombie brute was relentless, but it fell. The whole garage was a bloody mess.

Dan was unsure what the Deckers had in store for Matt, but he knew he couldn’t waste time. He regretted upgrading the nuclear reactor. Matt could be anywhere.

Then he got a text message.

-

“You can stop pointing your gun at me,” Matt said to Pr0tip.

They were in the bedroom. Matt sat on the bed while Pr0tip sat on the chair.

“No, now take off those pants,” he demanded.

“What? No! What the hell? You’re sick!”

“I’m sexually frustrated, Matt. You don’t know what it’s like! I’ve been with you ever since you formed the gang. You’ve been ignoring me for too long! You’re no longer the leader, and I have a gun to your head. Give me what I’m due!”

Matt couldn’t believe it. Pr0tip was going to rape him. “C-could we at least kiss first, please?”

Pr0tip giggled and put the gun down. “You like it nice and slow, huh? Alright, I’m down for a slow fuck.”

Matt’s heart raced as he placed a hand on his thigh. Pr0tip’s other hand pushed him down into the bed. Then he began kissing his neck, making Matt feel violated. Tears gathered around his eyes until he spotted Pr0tip’s phone in his butt pocket. Matt quickly swiped his phone, texted Dan’s number where he was, and slid it back into his pocket. You’re going to regret this, fucker! Pr0tip withdrew from the kiss and noticed his tears.

“Don’t be sad,” he said. “You can call me Nyte Blayde.”

I wanted to be called Nyte Blayde, he said internally. “Could I go to the bathroom, please? I look like a mess.”

“You look fine the way you are.”

“Bullshit. Please, let me clean myself up. Let me go to the bathroom.”

Pr0tip had an angry look and pouted. “Fine.”

Matt went into the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror. His tears from before had caused his eyeliner to run down his cheeks. He washed it off, feeling refreshed. He should wash his face more often. Dear heavens, he looked like pepperoni pizza.

Before Matt could return to the bedroom, he heard gunshots and screams. That had to be Dan. He slowly creaked the door open and spotted Dan standing next to Pr0tip’s bullet-riddled body.

Matt opened the door, mortified at the scene. “Jesus!” he panicked. “Such brutality!” He wanted him to pay, but he was unprepared to witness death.

“Matt,” Dan said, grabbing his attention, “let’s go!"

The former Deckers leader stood in shock. Dan had to grab his hand, taking him to the elevator. He sighed. “I don’t know how someone like you ended up being a gang leader, but get a grip! There’s a more gruesome scene in the garage.”

“Killbane,” Matt responded.

Dan stopped. “Don’t worry. My gang will take care of him. Why did you mention him?”

“Oh shit, your gang is fucked! Did you ever completely take over the city?”

“Well, since you fled the city, your territory was easy pickings. Viola turned into a traitor, so removing the city of the Morning Stars became a lot easier. The Luchadors were tougher to handle, but we took care of them.”

“Some of us were still here. There could be a chance that the Morning Stars and Luchadors are still present.”

Dan sighed. “Gosh, you sound like Kinzie and Viola. They keep nagging me about the assassination targets.”

“Can we just—can we head home, please? I want to sleep for three days.”

He chuckled. “Sure.”

They headed to the garage and drove back home. While on the road, Dan had the radio station tuned to 106.66, but then breaking news interrupted his music.

“I am standing outside the airport, dressed in police gear, as multiple gunshots go off in the distance. Witnesses said soon as Eddie Pryor’s plane landed, a gang rolled up and shot at his private security. Others have speculated this is gang activity, shouting a return for STAG. I’m Jane Valderamma, Channel 6 News.”

“They still haven’t killed them?” Dan commented.

“I should’ve stayed out of Steelport,” Matt responded, sinking in his chair.

“Don’t worry, Matt. I won’t let him harm a single hair on you.”

Dan’s phone rang, and he picked it up, hearing an explosion.

“Kinzie, if this is about Killbane, I know you haven’t killed him already,” Dan said.

“Well, gee, hi to you too,” she replied. “You know Kirsten, the one I asked you to assassinate two years back? She wants you dead and hired some people to do it for her. I told you to take care of those assassination targets!”

“This is not a good time.”

“Is it ever? Boss, you should’ve taken care of that. It’s your fault things got the way they are.”

Before he could reply, she hung up.

“I’m taking you to the penthouse,” Dan said to Matt. “I got business to take care of.”

-

After Dan and Matt left.

Kirsten drove to the nuclear reactor’s garage. She would’ve skated there, but she was tired. As soon as she saw blood and pieces of bodies scattered around, she was on edge. Lucas’ mangled body lay in front of her car. Panicking, she dialed Pr0tip, but he didn’t answer. She checked the security cameras for footage of what happened, finding Dan killing her gang members.

Angered, she dialed some numbers.