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"Here it is, Mr. ShalliWanker's." Trevor said, grinning into his words. The stones he'd picked up weighing heavily his sweaty palms and the heavy breathing of the little black bastard beside him. All forms of disgust and hatred swirling within his mind and in his chest, not unlike the pollution swirling through the cool night air.
"Fucking Paki bastards!" He screeched, chucking the first stone through the Pakistani's window and shattering it with a scream of breaking glass as Errol parroted his words, the still quiet night filling with a cacophony of screams, curses and the shatter of glass. The heavy fall of boots on concrete, and Trevor didn't even pause to admire his work as he moved to the next window, and then the next, never ending his hateful chant of "Fucking Paki bastards!" as he demolished window after window in an excited rage as the blood pumped through him at an alarming rate and his fingertips tingled with every rock that he threw, his mind channeling out everything except the perfect sound of the immigrant's windows shattering and their pointless waste of lives being disturbed as they slept on his soil and took up his people's jobs.
Pay back was a bitch, but a fucking satisfying one.
"Animals! Fucking Paki bastards! Go back to your desert and jungles! Fucking Paki bastards! We don't want you, go back! Fucking Paki bastards!"
Eventually, the two young men ran out of rocks, and settled for screaming their insults as they strode quickly back down the walkway. Well, Trevor strode proudly and purposefully, his heart pumping and his mind racing with pleasure and excitement, as the baboon trailed along in an attempt to stay beside him, excitable but nervous. Just a fucking baboon, that one was.
Trevor stared into the two Paki faces that occupied a window and smiled at them, stalking a bit faster and towards the still running mini-bus as a heavily accented voice screamed at them to stop, but he just grinned and kept going, his heart and spirit soaring with accomplishment as Errol grew more agitated.
"They saw us back there."
"Bollocks."Trevor drawled without a care, not giving a damn shit if they'd seen them. He was happy that he'd been seen, now those bastards knew that not all the British would roll over and put up with their uncivilized bullshit. He wanted them to remember him, he wanted them to phone the police, he wouldn't even mind if he was taken in again, because this time they would see the point he'd made, the purpose that he served. He was fucking helping Britain, and they wouldn't be able to deny it, and if they did, then they were as bad as all the Pakis and niggers that were choking his English society.
Speaking of niggers.
After they'd been driving for sometime, Errol having at last realized that Trevor wasn't listening or giving a shit about his concerns and the dumb fuck had actually fallen asleep. Asleep! The fucking baboon! Trevor eyed the younger boy with a deep scowl and felt the swirl of hate and disgust flare, making his chest and belly hot and uncomfortable as he had to put up with the black boy's stench of stale sweat and his heavy breathing.
Fucking baboon.
Trevor turned right at the next empty intersection, scanning the street for someplace to lose the moron, and nearly grinned when he saw sign for the upcoming police station up ahead. Speeding up and making sure Errol really was out cold, he braced himself and hit the gas pedal one last time, squeezing his eyes shut as the mini-bus collided with a parked car and launching it forward with a loud bang and the squeal of metal being crushed beneath metal.
When he'd come to a stop, Trevor opened his eyes and looked over, amused to see Errol was still limp and completely asleep. Dropping his collection of stolen car keys into the boy's lap, he left the vehicle running and calmly got out, his heart soaring and his blood running so quickly he felt like he could do anything, fucking anything.
As his boots hit the cement, he began to steadily walk faster, and then faster, the sound of his boots the only noise heard beside the faint sound of the mini-buses engine and the even fainter sound of a police man's voice. Trevor couldn't let himself be seen just yet, he had things he needed to do, something he needed to accomplish, and as this mantra of and the feeling he could truly take on anything at that moment, his footfalls grew quicker and his heart began to speed even faster, His feet hit the ground quickly and his arms moved as he broke into a jog down the empty city street, and then into a run as his breath began to ache and his chest filled with the delicious feeling that he had truly done something perfect, he'd shown those liars who claimed they were British something they wouldn't forget, he'd shown that baboon not to mess with a true Brit, he'd----
----he'd turned the corner and he'd run into a fucking door.
"Bollocks!" He yelped upon collision, his already sore head colliding along with the rest of him and more stunned than injured, he fell back and landed on his back and arse, staring up at the door and the hallway that had literally seemed to materialize around him with comical incredulity.
What the fuck had been in that glue he'd sniffed earlier?
[[ I strongly encourage that you be careful of who you tag in, and that you read this warning first. But otherwise, have at! He did just run into the Compound's front door, from the inside, and I'm leaving in a few minutes but will be back soon to tag back :D]]