Macon:Heading for The Mall
"Macon!" Zix burst into the inner room of the Zapper headquarters, breathing heavily, "They, catching, Mall, Jordan," he tried to get out, clutching at his chest a bit as he tried to calm the stress tension building in there.
"Zix! Don't effin bust in here, you know the rules man, what the hell is wrong with you?" Macon screamed, standing up and growling at the boy. He'd been sitting at his table with Caesar and Horst, discussing their plan of attack on the Stingrays tonight during the battle. Now, however, he'd been interrupted, and Macon hated to be interrupted most of all.
"Dude I'm sorry man, but look, those Mall Rats, they've got that Militia out and they're bringing in Zappers, there's rumors flying around that Jordan got loose man! Jordan escaped, that's what I hear, and they're lookin for him and bringing in guys that look like him!" Zix had finally caught his breath and was leaning against the doorframe a bit, talking animatedly, "Plus! I heard the Stingrays killed someone, they took the body to the Mall..and it might...might have been...Becky," he looked to the floor now. Becky was like Macon's pet or something, no one messed with her, no one bothered her, and if they did, Macon was sure to zap you for it.
Macon stood there blinking, surely Zix was joking...no one in their right mind would kill Becky, or let Jordan go free! Jordan had killed, cold blooded murder with a metal thing, and Macon wasn't against killing Stingrays, but that had been too far, and could hinder the competition, get them in trouble. Hadn't he heard something about some Stingrays killing Non-Color kids recently too? Part of that Mozzie Tribe he thought, dangerous. But his mind wasn't on that, his mind was on Becky, "What do you mean they killed Becky, you're wrong," he banged his fist hard against the table, watching Zix jump, startled.
"I don't know, Macon, I don't, all I know is there was some fight and a Stingray shot a short fat little.."
"Don't call her fat!" Macon growled, pushing past Zix with enough force to knock him over, storming past him. This wasn't true, he'd go to the Mall right now and see for himself. If he found the body of his Becky in that building, it'd be a masacre, not just against the Mall Rats, but against all Stingrays. She was like a little sister to him, the closest thing he'd had to family in a long time, and he'd have nothing of her being hurt or killed. This would be Macon's first trip inside of the Mall, he wasn't one for going in there, he knew how the Mall Rats were, they'd surely take him into custody before they explained themselves, and he wasn't going to be taken, not without one bloody fight.
"Zix! Don't effin bust in here, you know the rules man, what the hell is wrong with you?" Macon screamed, standing up and growling at the boy. He'd been sitting at his table with Caesar and Horst, discussing their plan of attack on the Stingrays tonight during the battle. Now, however, he'd been interrupted, and Macon hated to be interrupted most of all.
"Dude I'm sorry man, but look, those Mall Rats, they've got that Militia out and they're bringing in Zappers, there's rumors flying around that Jordan got loose man! Jordan escaped, that's what I hear, and they're lookin for him and bringing in guys that look like him!" Zix had finally caught his breath and was leaning against the doorframe a bit, talking animatedly, "Plus! I heard the Stingrays killed someone, they took the body to the Mall..and it might...might have been...Becky," he looked to the floor now. Becky was like Macon's pet or something, no one messed with her, no one bothered her, and if they did, Macon was sure to zap you for it.
Macon stood there blinking, surely Zix was joking...no one in their right mind would kill Becky, or let Jordan go free! Jordan had killed, cold blooded murder with a metal thing, and Macon wasn't against killing Stingrays, but that had been too far, and could hinder the competition, get them in trouble. Hadn't he heard something about some Stingrays killing Non-Color kids recently too? Part of that Mozzie Tribe he thought, dangerous. But his mind wasn't on that, his mind was on Becky, "What do you mean they killed Becky, you're wrong," he banged his fist hard against the table, watching Zix jump, startled.
"I don't know, Macon, I don't, all I know is there was some fight and a Stingray shot a short fat little.."
"Don't call her fat!" Macon growled, pushing past Zix with enough force to knock him over, storming past him. This wasn't true, he'd go to the Mall right now and see for himself. If he found the body of his Becky in that building, it'd be a masacre, not just against the Mall Rats, but against all Stingrays. She was like a little sister to him, the closest thing he'd had to family in a long time, and he'd have nothing of her being hurt or killed. This would be Macon's first trip inside of the Mall, he wasn't one for going in there, he knew how the Mall Rats were, they'd surely take him into custody before they explained themselves, and he wasn't going to be taken, not without one bloody fight.