Calm Like a Bomb

[Courtography]

The speakers had come to life, delivering up the patriotic message of the death of a classmate. He stood listening when the name of the killer was read off: John Ferrara.

He had been so wrong, he had never thought John could kill anyone. Come on run you fool. Kendra drew him back to his senses with her kick to John's groin. Ow, damn that would hurt.

He was running out now, if John hadn't been planning to kill them before he sure was now. Getting hit in the balls hurt like a bitch.

(Louis Johnson continued in Get Ready To Fly.)

[chitoryu12*]

"Sup kids? This is your friendly neighbourhood Brigadier-General!"

Oh shit, I forgot about those.

The tense action in the jailhouse paused as the unusually perky voice of the military officer began to talk about the death.

Wait, death?

They actually ANNOUNCE those?

"As I was saying, Gourlay died, John Ferrara shot him, we all go home happy."

Ohhhhh...........shit.

The girl was smiling.

"Nice to meet you, John. My name is Kendra."

Son of a--

John's thoughts were cut off by the feeling of massive pain in his crotch, accompanied by the air being forcefully pushed from his lungs. As Kendra and Louis sprinted out the door, he fell to his knees and let the Calico clatter to the concrete floor as he grabbed his mangled man-berries.

"And remember, Uncle Sam loves a patriot!"

John realized that in his fit of pain, anger, and loss of manliness, he had missed the entire rest of the announcement. Which meant that Kendra and Louis would likely be nowhere to be seen.

Tears forming in the corners of his eyes, John groaned and got up from the floor, taking the pistol up with a new feeling of anger.

If he saw Kendra, that bitch was getting two bullets. One for each.

((John Ferrara continued in Question?))