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Breaking Point Short Story

Part 3 - Party Animals

By Ray HuskyPunk

AN: Now, there is no yiff in this chapter. There will be however, a good yiff scene in the next chapter, :3. There are counts of violence more near the middle to the end, and the scene being described will not be put into detailed context since I cant write very well lol. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Time: 6:00 pm

Location: HuskyPunk Game Room

Date: 08/31/12

Daez and I were chilling around in the game-room, playing games and blaring loud metal music through the stereo, trying to "erase" what happened earlier from our minds. I was playing a little bit of Guitar Hero while Daez was playing some random game on the Wii. There was a knock at the door, and Jake came in holding a medium-sized box. He set it down on the table and gave us a grin.

J: What have y'all been up to?

R: We went and got some frozen yogurt, after having a little romp in the locker room. And some jocks thought it was a good idea to try to kick Daez's ass.

J: What has this homophobic world come to?

D: I'm fine Jake; I only got hit in the chest once and blocked the rest of the hits. The cops came and gave them two tickets each.

J: Sucks for them.

R: So what's in the box Foxeh?

J: Well...it's a gaming system you may have been looking for a long time but couldn't buy one, so I found one and bought it.

R: What system? One of those OpenPandora systems or something?

J: No, something harder to find.

He opened the box and Daez gasped.

R: Okay, how the hell did you find a freakin' ColecoVision in this good of a condition?

J: Duh, EBay. R: How much did it cost?

J: Around $130.

D: That's cheap, if your consider they aren't the most durable things out there and they are mostly crap.

I walked over to it and carefully grasped the system; it felt about brand-new and had almost no scratches on it anywhere, except for one on the bottom.

R: There are no games?

J: The dude selling it let me test it, but the games weren't for sale, loves them too much.

After I went and hooked up the system, I walked over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. He blushed a bit while I went over to the stereo and turned it off.

R: It's a good thing I know where to buy games like that. MTC in Hurst, about 10 minutes away, but we first have to figure out what games to buy.

J: I guess...but I get to choose some.

R: I should slap you Jake, you're the one that bought the thing, you could choose as many as you want.

J: Whoops, didn't realize that.

D: Uh guys? I don't mean to sound random here, but when are we gonna eat? I'm starving to death.

R: Well, I need to go get pizzas for my early birthday celebration anyway, I will just buy more. So that will be about 14 pizzas. I can drive my way over there; there is a store I need to step into anyway.

After taking about 15 minutes to decide everything, I was finally able to go get the pizzas. I walked in the pizza place, attracting some stares as I walked up to the counter. I told the cashier what I wanted, and sat there waiting for the massive amount of pizza to be done.

Time: 7:50 P.M.

Location: HuskyPunk Gaming Room

I finally got back from the pizza place, almost waiting an hour for the pizza to finish. Right as I pulled up, Jake came running out with an unknown guest, and retrieves the pizzas, flying back up the stairs to the cheering room above. I walked up to the room and was a little surprised, there were a LOT more people than I was expecting. The majority of them were playing the systems or eating the pizza. There were masses of furs and people everywhere, people I know or remember, and some I've never even met. People were staring eagerly at the TV's with games playing on them, or dancing around to the music blaring from the stereo or just plain hanging out and talking to each other. I even heard music from outside, people dancing to their own music blasting from their cars, dancing and drinking down the soda and beer through their "party".

Part 3.2 - "Last Ditch" Position

Time: Around 9:30 P.M.

I, Daez, and many other guests noticed something wasn't right. We were all feeling some type of "vibe" that was angry and bringing us on a high alert. I looked down to the many people standing around the cars, none of them dancing, but instead cowering behind their cars or staring out into the street at an unknown force. I walked down and out into the driveway/street. I could see something moving toward us, but couldn't tell exactly what. Someone handed me a pair of binoculars and I looked further down the street, to something I never expected...There was a hoard of a football team heading towards us, guns and weapons in their hands, with the three jocks leading them on. Jake flipped out his phone and dialed 911, asking for the police and SWAT team to help us immediately. Daez apparently had a plan going on, because he arrived behind me holding and handing me a Colt Revolver, some grenades, and a MK47. He already had his own weapons at hand. Carrying a little more power, he had everything I had, but also had a double-barrel shotgun attached to him. Jake had gone to more old-school techniques and gotten a crossbow with many poison arrows and one of his prized Winchester Rifles. Most of neighbors and guests joined along with us, grabbing their own weapons or borrowing ours. One person even had a Gatling gun sitting next to him, fully loaded and ready to fire. Once the players got closer to view, Daez and a few others jumped on the roof and took their positions, ready to fire at will.

The players marched towards and stopped when they reached about 10 feet ahead of us. The jocks had devious smirks on their faces.

J1: So, the little pup thought he could rally the neighbors together and have a little battle eh? Well....you started a war when you first fucked with us, you little fags could've stayed out of our way and let us do our thing, but no, you had to fuck us over. So now you're gonna pay, and we will bring your heads to prove it.

R: Ok, one thing? You're over-reacting, and two, if I would've fucked you over, I would've bloody murdered you first. You had to start by beating up my boyfriend, just because of who we are, so since I cannot eliminate you because of the law, I'll just make you suffer through every step you ever make on this earth again.

J2: You can't do shit to us, we are invincible with our team, and of you don't surrender all of your heads will be on our walls.

D: Yeah, your prison cell walls.

J3: Excuse me?? Do you want another personal beating?

R: Do you want me to personally shoot you again? It seemed you didn't suffer enough on the last one.

J1: Bring it fags!!! You're weak asses will be ours when were done with you!!

R: We are weak? We didn't summon the whole team just to do your dirty work, these people happily volunteered, and I don't even know half of them! You're putting your teams' lives at risk for no real reason. So it's a war you want? It's a war you've got!!!

Both sides charged each together, and the war ensued.

Time: Around 11 P.M.

(1.5 Hours later...)

That's when everything went horribly wrong, people and weapons were flying everywhere. Bodies, blood, and gore lining the streets and yards. Houses damaged, some beyond repair, some burning, and others being used as shelter. Our side was winning, but more with luck and careful planning than any skill. The cops and SWAT team had already shown up, but were scattered everywhere, some even dead in the gruesome scene. I was fighting on the frontline, trying to douse out the rows of shooters behind the makeshift car barricades, when all of the sudden I feel something burning not only in my chest, but in my leg as well. Blood was pouring out my legs as I tried to stand up, people rushing towards me, as I started to slip into the darkness. The last thing I heard is gunfire and Daez crying over me, begging me to stay awake.

2 Days Later...

Date: 09/02/12

Time: About 4:00 am

Location: Arlington Memorial Hospital

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I could not see anything, all I could feel was complete numbness, and I could just barely hear mumbling or distant ringing. I felt cold and alone, and what was worse, I could not move at all. All of a sudden, I feel a sting and I black out again.

4:20 pm (12 Hours Later)

J: Is he ever gonna wake up?

DR: He should wake up shortly, the surgery to remove the bullets was a success, and he should recover within a couple weeks time. He had two bullets in his chest and one bullets narrowly missed an artery in his leg. One of the bullets got lodged into his ribs and the other was only a few millimeters away from his heart. He is lucky to survive, not only by losing a lot of his blood, but almost getting shot in the heart.

>I wake up slowly, just about hearing the doctors' last sentence.

R: Uh...god....at least I'm fine now...

D: Ray! Oh god you're finally awake! How do you feel??

R: I'm fine now, those painkillers must be doing their work. But I still feel really weak.

DR: And I recommend you staying the night. But...you may leave now if you wish to.

R: I'd rather leave now. Daez, what happened to the jocks?

D: Two of them are dead, one is in a room a few doors down the hall. The "alpha" of the group was shot, and it hit an artery. He survived...barely, and is in a critical state right now. The second jock died by what seems to be a heart attack. And the third one was hit by a car passing by, and died on impact.

3 Hours Later...

I was finally out of the hospital, with Daez carrying me out and laying me down in the car. And we drove our way home...

R: God I hate hospitals, they are too sterile and they make everything seem like it's okay, but they just mask everything.

D: And they feel like a prison sometimes.

R: The food was horrible as well. Speaking of food, can we get something to eat?

D: I've got something better in mind....

(Re-edited END)