Oops!

"Holy Shit!"
James was not prepared for what he saw. Seeing Toews piss himself, was strange, but seeing Kane walk out with his Mr. Happy very happy, things had went to bad-shit strange. Dumbfounded and at a loss for words, James plopped down on the couch and started laughing hysterically.

Well this night could not have gotten worse for Patrick Kane. He had let his emotions get the better of him, and now his ass hurt. On top of that he was standing naked, with a boner, next to a piss-drenched Toews, with an assailant pointing a gun at him. And on top of that, the assailant was laughing at him, and his lover.

"Wh Wh What d-d-do y-you want?" Toews was barely able to choke out.

"Which one of you is the bitch? Wait! Let me guess, Patrick, you seem like you'd make a good women!" The man cried out with glee.

Patrick could feel his face get red hot, and saw Toews' face go bright red.

"You're kidding me, I'm right!?" The man gasped, before resuming to laugh.

"Why are you here!!!???" Patrick said forcefully.

"Looks like someone really is butt-hurt."

Patrick felt his face go red again.

"Well," the man began, "I'm here to paint the wall here with your friend here's brain.

"Wh Wh Wh Why?" Toews squeaked.

And at this point Patrick noticed his friend was shaking and crying. He had to resist the urge to hug him, as he worried about what might set this man off.

"Someone wants you dead, and now I know it was an ex flute fiddler," the man replied with a smirk.

Patrick grabbed Jonathan in one swift movement, and could feel him shaking, as he laid his head on Patrick's shoulder and sobbed.

"Warn me if Mr. Happy gets happy again," the man said.

"G-G-G-G-Go away!" Toews screamed as if a toddler.

"No, as I need to kill somebody, and I think that'll be...." He began until he was cutoff by a loud buzzing sound.

The man pulled a pulled out a flip-phone and answered. Two seconds into the call, he threw the phone down and shot it twice.

"Shit!!!!" He screamed." Time to go!"

It took a moment for Patrick to realize that he meant that all of them had to go.

"No!" He replied.

"Yes!" The man said and he punctuated his sentence by shooting the floor near their feet.

Toews screamed, and together they ran out of the room with the man telling them where to go. Naked, Patrick pulled a sobbing Jonathan along, until they climbed into the man's Suburban, in which he slammed the car into gear and sped off.

Notes

Next up, more murder!