If still up for prompts how bout full on murder bois. Geoff has told the crew they need to send a "message" to an asshole who thinks his crew is gonna rise to the top. The leader needs to be left alive. The rest of the crew is fair game
I’m not even apologizing for how late this is, as it’s like months since you sent this. Haha. I’m going back through and cleaning out my inbox instead of asking for prompts.Ryan loved missions that required nothing more of them than to “send a message”. He especially loved it when he was sent out with just Michael and Jeremy. He loved the others in the crew, of course. They were all as dear to him as his own life, if not more so. But Michael, Jeremy, and him created a different sort of chaos than the whole crew could hope to succeed. With these two brawlers behind him, Ryan Haywood knew he could level an entire city block. It was true, pure power that flowed through his veins and it was enough to make anyone feel a little heady with pleasure. There was really no plan as they approached the door to the warehouse that the target was inhabiting. With this crew, they didn’t need a plan. The “plan” was pretty simple - kill everyone. If it had a heartbeat, it would die. The target, of whom they had all memorized the photo of, would be made an example of. But that didn’t mean he had to be alive to do it. Michael had some pretty wicked plans that involved dead bodies hung off the helipad at the Maze Bank and Ryan was more than willing to indulge his most wicked desires. When Michael’s bomb blew off the doors of the warehouse, all Ryan grunted was “stay behind me” before his mini-gun was going off. Two thousand rounds a minute, bullets sprayed across the warehouse main floor and the screaming started. His boys behind him exchanged grins full of malice. Michael, armed with his favorite Special Carbine and a shotgun for grisly shortrange work and Jeremy, armed with an M16 and a fucking hunter’s knife, followed him in.The death and carnage that followed soon after was like a horror story. The screaming was a melody of death as Ryan mowed them all down. Later, he figured he could have had more fun had he gone slower, but why did he buy the mini-gun at all if he wasn’t going to use it? The crew was dead before they even really had a chance to mount any sort of resistance. Jeremy, Michael and him meet back up in the center of the room, covered in blood but hardly any of it theirs. His boys are still wearing their wicked grins and he pulls them both in for a bright kiss, blood staining their lips. The light in their eyes during their rampage is intoxicating. He knows what he’s doing later.They slam into the next room, taking out all opponents. It doesn’t really fucking matter what kind of fight they meet - they’re armed to the teeth and their enemies are taken completely by surprise. They go down like paper dolls or puppets with their strings cut, exploding into blood and gore.Their target tries to run. Ryan grins. He loves it when they try to do that. He shoots out his kneecaps with his precision assault rifle and the man falls with a horrifyingly brutal cry. Michael just laughs wickedly. “Make him dance!”Ryan shoots around him and then man jerks around with a moan, Michael cackling all the way. Jeremy moves up and grabs him by the back of the shirt, hauling him up as he blubbers, legs useless.
“Don’t ever fuck with the Fake AH Crew,” Ryan hisses. “We own this city. Crews gotta remember their place.” He jerks his hand and Jeremy drops the man back into the blood and grime on the warehouse floor, his own blood staining into their combat boots.
“Grab him,” Ryan says after a moment and Michael eagerly does. “Let’s bring him home. Have him meet the family.” The man moans and opens his mouth to start begging but Ryan knocks him out with the butt of a gun. “Who knows, they could have money hidden away... and we all know how Gavin likes to use his knives.”The grins of his boys is all the answer he needs. Fuck, he loves this job.
