Chương 14: Incubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 13
"I can't believe mother really wants me to bring back a test from the stupid school, "grumbled a very annoyed Django Kamadeva Whitmore. Starting today, he will have to stay the entire day in school or else his mother will try to teach more about incubus one on one. Since he has no desire to see his mother naked any more than he already has to. The heir of Whitmore fortune and incubus in training.
The rich and famous are known for many things: their good looks, their wealth, their power, and sometimes even their sexual appetites. But what many people do not realize is that those who are rich and powerful are also usually the most depraved.
This collection of stories features some of the richest, most deprived people in the world.
But Django is not one of those deprived people and is once again skipping school because fuck it.
"Royal straight flush!" Django cackled as he threw his hand onto the table. "Who's ya daddy now, eh? Eh? Eh?" He did a little victory pose, irking his new friends from Republic High.
Riley Freeman, an African-American sweat-dropped as he looked at his own hand, a measly pair of Jacks and odds and ends. "Damn you, but you really have the devil's luck." Riley has long cornrows braided towards the back. He has brown eyes, wears a white tank top, blue pants, yellow timberland boots. He regularly skips school to sell whatever stuff he has back of his landau car.
"Six royal straight flushes in a row," Benjamin King tossed his own hand onto the table, groaning, and lay back on the ground. "That's it. I'm never playing poker with you ever again, Django. Not even if you put me at sword point hanging over a cauldron of oil. Y'hear me?" Benjamin King is a tall, heavy, African-American man. His father was a Giga Minoterios and his mother was a witch doctor from Haiti.
Django gleefully raked in all the coins he won into his money pouch. "This beats going to school."
"No, it doesn't, fucktard," Riley laughed. "How long before you're thrown out for skipping again?"
"I don't give a shit. As long I keep bribing the teachers. It's not like I'm missing much anyway. So I heard an Orc gang is looking for me?" Django asked.
"Yeah. They're planning on taking you out. I heard you beat the shit out of some of their members on the subway." Reiley.
"And you're telling me this because...?"
"What else?" Benjamin cut in. "Because you're going to resolve your whatever you did with them before they start looking for you... and since you hang with us. Motherfucker, I will not be pleased with having to deal with that shit!"
"Why are you guys so worried about me?" Django inquired. "It's because I'm rich and I buy you stuff?"
"We care about you because you're our friend," Reiley said. "And I care about you because you're my friend. And Benjamin is my best friend."
"Well, fuck you guys. And thanks for the advice, but I'm good."
"Django..." Benjamin sighed.
"Besides what do I care about stupid Orc gang?" Django scoffed at the thought. "If they are anything like the stupid punks, I beat to the E.R. in the subway, then I got nothing to worry about."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Riley's voice got louder. "That gang is going to kill you if you don't go."
"I have a plan," Django said as he pulled out his money pouch and counted it. "I'm going to use it to pay off the gang so they won't come after me."
"Nigga... They have 200Gs on your head." Benjamin said.
"How do you know that?"
"Because my old crew told about me about. I have even the wanted poster on you." The tall half-breed takes out a wanted poster from his back.
"What?" Django grabbed the piece of paper from Benjamin.
"They have been searching for you for two weeks now. What have you been doing? Fucking chicks?" Riley asked.
"Yeah... two of my girls are in Rome right now, spending my money. And alright what is the name of this stupid gang? That is that after me?"
"The Skullz gang." Both boys answered.
"These hard punks emerged from the depths of the mountains near Ogrehold City after being freed from imprisonment there. Led by Bloodhorn, one of the more ambitious orcs present during his time behind bars, the Skulls quickly rose to power among the local gang's thanks to their ruthless tactics. Though now free, Bloodhorn still believes himself above all others, looking down on those beneath him like lesser beings. He just moved to his operations to New York last year with his girl Drew." Benjamin said.
"Alright, you're proven to be smart. Just tell where their base is and I will beat them up." Django got up and begin to stretch out his muscles.
"You think you can beat Bloodhorn?" Riley asked.
"Yeah, he's a dumbass. So I'm sure I can beat him." Django stated. Not the first time he had to deal with gangs.
Django said and went reached for the door while his friends tried to stop him from doing something stupid. Django opened the and was met with a series of guns owned by a bunch of Orcs with skullz designs on their outfits.
"You won't get away," the lead Orc said with a thick Orc accent.
"Well, shit," Django said.
"You're coming with us," the main SKULLZ orc said.
"Yeah, yeah, spare me the lecture; I know the standard," Django said.
One SKULLZ orc moved his leg back and kicked Django right in the torso, but Django laughed at that reaction. It barely hurt.
The orc gang got him up to his feet to take him away. Riley and Benjamin were nowhere to be seen. It was likely that the gang had caught them as well. Hours later,
Two uniformed orcs had brought Django, now wearing a dark grey suit with a purple shirt under a dark grey vest and his friends, to their hideout. "Alright, I give you five seconds to let me go before I beat the shit out of ya."
"I see you're the punk that beat up my crew two weeks ago.," a female voice said. In walked two pretty women who happened to be twins. They both had black dresses on and were accompanied by men and women wearing black and red. The men had suits, while the women wore some revealing clothes. The one who was talking had a pair of white-framed sunglasses on her head. But there are not humans but Orcs.
The other twin, who had a pair of similar sunglasses on her head, except the frames were pink, said, "Soon Bloodthorn will teach you about messing with us."
"Well, I already know how fucking stupid I am." Spat Django.
"But you won't learn that lesson till Bloodhorn has his way with your soul," the first twin added.
"I'm not into men... So Nah!" Django quipped, making his two tied up friends laugh as well.
The gang leader's girl, Drew, stepped forward. "So, the boss wants to see you. And three don't have options of refusing."
Django, Reily, and Benjamin were brought into what appeared to be the personal office of the head of the said gang. The office contained a mini-bar, a desk, and a screen on the wall with pink stripes on it. The three boys were placed on seats with their hands tied behind their backs, with a few gang soldiers standing behind them to ensure they didn't try anything funny.
Right in front of them were the desk and screen, along with the twins from before. It wasn't long until the chair at the desk spun around, revealing a three-meter tall orc with red hair, wearing a black suit with a red scarf, red vest, and pink tie, along with that same pink star on his jacket. He also had a cigarette in hand that was ready to be smoked. The man sat there with his right leg placed on his left knee in such a relaxed fashion. His right arm was leaning on his desk.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the boy who beat my crew," Bloodhorn said as he lit up the cigarette. "In a subway."
Bloodhorn looked at Django with a twinkle in his eyes. "How did you did that?"
"Oh... I remember that. Might as well tell ya. I punched and kicked them." Django said. "Well, I'm still breathing at the end, but that's about it."
"You're lucky you're alive," Drew said.
"I didn't run, just walked away. And if it weren't for your stupidity, I wouldn't have gotten away for this long."
Bloodhorn's eyes glowed red.
"Why the fuck are we here?" Reily asked. "Me and Benjamin here are just poker buddies with that dumbass over and you can just let us go..."
"Because your friends with him and I said SO!" Bloodhorn roared at him.
Django glared at the orc gang leader. "Yeah, so... You're saying that I'm the dumbass here, huh?"
"Yup," Bloodhorn said as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Now, it's time to deal with the issue of why you beat up my crew and why they wanted you dead."
One of the Skullz soldiers approached Django and drew a.45 Shepherd and pointed it right at his head. Before the soldier could pull the trigger, Django quickly popped up and charged right towards that same soldier and knocked him to the floor. Before the soldier could fight back, Django punched the man in the face. But at that moment, Django turned around, only to be met with a knife to the gut from Bloodhorn. The knife made a loud noise as it pierced through his body. Bloodhorn then pulled the blade out and threw it on the ground.
"That was a good try, boy," he said. But Django's next action interrupted the rest of what him said.
Django, not caring about his wound, grabbed Bloodhorn and drove his head towards a window, shattering it, letting in a lot of the air at thousands of feet above the ground. Bloodhorn put his hands on his face as he felt some pain on it. Darcey and Drew approached him and got him out of there, while Django took care of other soldiers, despite having the knife wound in his stomach. It wasn't the first time he had been stabbed there, but how he was functioning in spite of it was anybody's guess.
Django quickly untied Reily and Benjamin from their chairs. At that very moment, some man in a uniform walked in and said, "What the hell's going…?"
In such quick succession, Django got the knife from the ground and threw it right into that man's head. Django looked around. He just knew that Bloodthorn would send some more Skullz soldiers to off him, Riley, and Benjamin.
"Ya guys know to shoot, right?"
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