The Hounds dragged Skrewdriver into the abandoned classroom. It was one of the few rooms that was deemed too shit for even North Hill to make use of. Every pane of the windows was cracked or broken in the room and the blackboard had a huge crack down the middle where some students had attacked it. The stench of rats piss was overpowering. The five Hounds threw Skrewdriver into one of the wooden chairs and tied his hands behind it with some electrical cord. His head hung limp and his face was covered in a thick coat of dark red blood, but he was still conscious. The one with the katana slapped Skrewdriver on the face, hard, and was rewarded with a low moan of pain.
“You fucking pricks!” Skrewdriver managed, “not one one of you has the balls to face me man-to man!” The Hounds just laughed.
“It’s much more fun to watch you squirm. Maybe you’ll even beg for your life!” one of the Hounds said, as he rested the blunt side of the blade on his shoulder. He smiled ever so slightly. A terrifying smile, not one filled with passion, or anger, just a tiny smile of sadistic enjoyment. Skrewdriver laughed quietly. He would never squirm.
“Heh, you think you frighten me, you little shits? Why the fuck would I be scared of you fucking faggots?” Skrewdriver said. He spat at the Hound with the katana.
The hound wiped saliva from his face. He drew back his right fist and hit Skrewdriver a jarring hook to the face “You know what, I don’t care if you fear us or not. It doesn’t matter, I’m still going to cut you to pieces” That tiny smile emerged again as Skrewdriver spat out two teeth. “Put his hands on the table!” the hounds cut the cord that bound Skrewdriver’s hands and held his right arm down on the table. He drew back the katana, moving slowly to savour the moment. He slashed at the hand, cutting through cleanly as Skrewdriver screamed.
“You won’t fucking get away with this you shit!” Skrewdriver shouted. “You think the Brootz won’t take revenge?”
“Prepare his other hand.” The reply came coldly. This time, Skrewdriver’s arm was hacked off at his elbow to more awful screams. But nobody was coming. Skrewdriver knew he was about to die in this room. The hound ran his tongue along the side of the blade, tasting the blood of his foe.
“This bores me” he sighed. He jammed the tip of the blade into Skrewdriver’s torso, just below the shoulder and drew the katana across, down, across and up, cutting a large rectangle out of his body, revealing the inside of his body.. Blood ran down Skrewdriver’s chin as he bit his tongue from the pain, he was still alive.
The hound stuck the blade through Skrewdriver’s ribcage and dragged it back. “What do you know, he does have a heart!” He took the organ in his hands and threw it across the room, the other hounds laughed. “C’mon, let’s get out of here…”
One Week later
Skrewdriver's death had rocked the school, bringing the gangs to the brink of a bloody war, but it would be a lie to say that it was unexpected. The Brootz and The Hounds had never had much fondness for each other, but this new attack was likely to cause an all-out, bloody war, the likes of which the school had never seen. The Brootz are furious and are ready to retaliate with a pure,blind rage. The Hounds knowing that their actions would not be without consequences were preparing themselves, mentally and physically for the inevitable confrontations. They'd have to sleep with one eye open from now on. The rest of the students of North Hill were terrified. A war would only mean more pain and misery in their already dreadful lives. Civilian casualties, as it were, would be numerous, whether accidental or through frustrated gang members taking out their wrath on the student population. Meanwhile, the teachers and staff just despaired. This was a horrible turn of events, but awful things happened in North Hill. They knew they could do nothing about it, and so they settled into the mindset of lamenting the terrible situation of the school and it's students, but realising that there was nothing to be done.
The last week had seen a lull in fighting, as the Brootz tried to come to terms with their leader's death and re-group and the Hounds began preparing for the inevitable retaliation. But things would soon change. The initial shock had worn off, and the Brootz would soon make their presence felt in North Hill...
