Star Force Gemini Chapter Eight [part four]

The city flew by in a blur next to [Jestro]'s face. Ω drove fast, too fast to ever be bothered by police [pronounced Poe Lease, hehe! ^_^]. As they torn through the sound barrier [Jestro] could tell Ω was shaking. He looked at him.
"Its go go, not cry cry."
"Fuckin' got it!" Ω screamed and smiled. Then he threw his arms in the air and screamed. "Vifta Med Hëderna!"
Before [Jestro] could finish reloading his glock 18 they were at the community college. Ω drifted into a parking spot, like a pro. The two of them got out and walked to the performing arts building. Ω lit a cig and [Jestro] spun his pistols on his fingers then slammed them into the holster on his back. They were two badass mother fuckers and everyone knew it.
Everyone moved out of their way.
Everyone watched intently.
Everyone wanted to es their dees.
"So who the fuck are we looking for?" Ω asked as they entered the performing arts building.
"Testicleeze." [Jestro] replied, his eyes turned orange.
"Whoa, never seen that color before."
"Its tracking mode." [Jestro] said.
"Like Predator?" Ω asked excited.
"Yeah, like the heat signature scan he does, only without that weird whooshing sound."
"Dude, [Jestro] you're such a badass!"
"I know." [Jestro] said. As they walked down the hallway towards the music department, an old lady, short fat and all around disgusting pointing to Ω with her shriveled little finger.
"You! Put that cigarette out! This is a public place! I'm going to call campus security and have you removed immediatly!!" Her voice hurt Ω's ears. He stopped in front of her, with his head tilted on its side. [Jestro] paused and looked back.
"Okay." Ω said. "But you should split before they get here, it might get messy." Then there was a white flash and Ω kept walking. The woman stood standing, speechless. As they turned the corner she split in two.
"Dude, I didn't even see you pull out your beam katana." [Jestro] said impressed as they walked.
"I never pull out." Ω said. Then [Jestro] chuckled. That was when they got to the music hall, and just as [Jestro] put his hand on the door handle 김재민 ran up to them, out of breath.
"Hey-guys!" He was panting and pacing back and forth, continuelly putting his hands on his hand then taking them off. "I was...just...uh...on the truck...strawberry jam...in my head...such an idiot...retard strength...and then my arms were moving like this...and then my feet like that...and I was on a train...there was a map...!!!"
"You done?" Ω asked.
"Yeah." 김재민 replied, still out of breath. [Jestro] opened the door, and in front of them stood twelve people, each holding a classical guitar on their left knee. All but one looked up to see who had entered. The one still holding his eyes on his sheet music spoke.
"Please put that cigarette out, or I'll put it out for you." It was Testicleeze. Ω pulled the cig out of his mouth and flicked the ash onto the nice carpet floor, then he put it back in his mouth. "I asked nicely." Testicleeze said, then he looked up and strummed his guitar. An invisible force flew from the sound hole and hit the cig, sending it flying into a trash recepticle near the door.
"Fuck head!" Ω screamed putting his hand on his beam katana, he drew it and a giant letter A appeared over his head. Then his thumb hit it and the white/blue beam extending lighting up the room. 김재민 cracked his neck and put his fists up, he was ready to roll. Finally, [Jestro] pulled a single glock 18 from his holster, spinning it, then he grasped it firmly.
Testicleeze stood to his feet and took a few steps towards our heroes. He hit another chord, sending more sound waves in their direction. the eleven other guitarists followed suit and soon the room was filled with sound waves.
Our heroes jumped behind a set of seats for cover.
"What the fuck do we do?!" Ω called out.
"We avoid getting hit!" 김재민 called back. "Fuckin' idoit!"
"Thanks!" He called back. "But what song is this?"
"Its cannon in D!" 김재민 called out. This clicked in their heads at once: they knew the song, so they knew when the rests were, that would be their time to move.
"You two go, I'll give you cover!" [Jestro] called out. So during all the rests he would peek up and take out a few guitarists.
By the time 김재민 and Ω reached the stage there were only seven left. A guitarist threw a sound wave at Ω, who sliced it in half with his beam katana, it made the chord vibrato and hit the walls behind him. 김재민 used his speed to evade the sound waves and flake a few guitarist. But Testicleeze saw this and focused in on our beautiful 김재민. He began the lead, which was too much for good old 김재민 to dodge. He was eventually hit by a note, and it was all over after that. He was knocked to the floor, bleeding.
Ω gasped! He sliced a few more guitarists and ran to 김재민 's aid.
"Ω? Is that you?"
"Yeah, its me, brother." He said holding 김재민 in his arms.
"Its hot...right here." 김재민 looked down and the massive hole in his stomach, blood pouring endlessly. Ω chocked back his tears.
"I'm not going to let it end this way!" He turned to face Testicleeze, who had him locked into his gaze. "BASTARD!!!" Ω ran with his blade drawn, slicing through the last of the minions. But just as he got to Testicleeze, his beam katana was thrown from his hand.
He stopped slowly, the music faded with him. He stood in front of Testicleeze.
"It was just a matter of time, I suppose." He reached into his jacket pocket and lit another cig. He inhaled deeply as Testicleeze sent him flying to another side of the room.
"Its just you and me, [Jestro]!" Testicleeze screamed out to the music hall, to a [Jestro] still hidden.
"No!" [Jestro] screamed jumping to his feet, spritting at full speed. "Its just me, testicleeze!" [Jestro]'s bullets flew endlessly at Testicleeze, and his soundwaves flew back, the whole thing a beautiful dance on colors and sounds. Ω got to his feet and watched as [Jestro] jumped around, flipping off of walls and such. He thought to himself, "This is so much better than any Spiderman or Starwars movie."
Unlike Testicleeze, [Jestro] only had a limited amount of ammunition, and soon he was all out. Testicleeze chuckled loudly when he saw [Jestro] was empty.
"You didn't come prepaired, I see." He laughed some more. "That's what's wrong with people these days, they never spend the time to stop and smell the roses." He was pacing. "All they want is BANG BANG BANG! Which is sad, and what's worse, is techno has become the norm, and that just appalls me!" He looked at [Jestro] who responded.
"Are you done yet?" Then he ran towards Testicleeze.
A flash of white light filled the music hall and the two of them stood still for a few moments. [Jestro] stood with Ω's beam katana in his hands, his arms outstretched. Testicleeze turned around and looked at [Jestro].
"Was it the techno part that got you?" He asked and split in two, just like his guitar.
"You might be missing some of the benefits that stereo can provided." [Jestro] said.

-Sir Jestro