St. Michael's Compound

[albub]

((I know, Noah said using dreams to handle a situation is really lame unless things things take a turn for the ridiculous.))

[Noah]

Kehllz awoke with bright lights shining in his face. He could hear the distant sounds of gunfire just barely at the audible level. He was in a chair, a very uncomfortable chair, and held up by shoulder straps. He felt like he had been hit by a train going around mach-3 but somehow lived. Almost every inch of his body was in pain, a few spots, such as his side and head, were just numb. Kehllz tried to lift his arm to feel his numbed side, but couldn't. It felt as though straps were holding them down, but he couldn't be sure. And why the hell didn't someone get this goddam light out of his face!?

He heard a harsh voice coming out of the bright light. "Good, we wanted you to be awake for this."

"What the..." Kehllz muttered. His throat was on fire and his voice came out in a quiet rasp. "Am I in heaven?"

"For shit like you? No way in hell," replied the disembodied voice.

At last a shadow fell across the light. As Kehllz's eyes adjusted he saw a dark form take shape into a human form.

"Welcome to St. Micheal's Compound where you're going to pay for the lives you've stolen." The dark form drew a long, thick stick from its belt. "You're charged with mass murder, arson, and consorting with criminals. The penalty is death."

Kehllz snapped into reality breifly to see a man dressed in a police uniform standing over him. His face was like arctic onyx, cold and dark, with hatred stirring beneath it. His arm was raised with a police baton in it, ready to strike down.

"Not gonna waste bullets on your kind," he sneered and brought the baton down into Kehllz's head, crushing his skull in and obliterating his sickened brains.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

Meanwhile, Axe Hack was prowling the shadows of the streets waiting for something. He is holding his phone in his hands.

"Hm. No response from Kehllz. Wonder what happened?"