“That’s it?” Brick asked. “That’s your plan? It sounds like suicide.”
Scavy smiled. “All my best plans sound like suicide.”
Scavy gets off a round with his sniper rifle, but Heinz gets him first. The flames engulf Scavy with such force that he drops the rifle as it’s fired. The bullet misses Heinz completely. Unarmed and coated in fire, Scavy thrashes around, trying to put the flames out as he is burned alive. With each flame that Scavy puts out, Heinz covers him in several more.
Then Scavy stops thrashing around and jumps at Heinz, grabbing tightly around the waist. It catches Heinz on fire and they shriek in each others’ ears as they burn together.
“I told you I’m not letting you out alive,” Scavy yells at him.
Heinz screams, “You’re going to get us both killed!”
Then Scavy tears the hose out of a gas canister on Heinz’s back and breaks away from him. Heinz whips his arms around, trying to get the tanks off his back as the leaking gas catches fire.
Scavy dives for cover, just before the explosion. He jumps out of the stairwell into the third floor hall, then rolls on the ground until he puts the fire out on his clothes. His face is charred black, his mohawk burned off, and uniform melted to his flesh, but he’s still standing. He gets up and staggers back into the stairwell to retrieve his weapons. Grabbing his naginata spear, he sees Heinz looking up the stairs at him in anger. Although half-burnt, the nazi was able to get the tanks off before they exploded.
As Scavy grabs his spear from the steps, Heinz pulls out the double-fisted sledgehammer.
“I’m going to squash you like the vermin that you are,” Heinz says, as he swings the hammer.
The hammer smashes into the stairs by Scavy’s feet. The punk uses the chance to swing the blade of the spear at Heinz’s head, but Heinz catches it with his free hand.
“Not good enough,” Heinz says.
Scavy pulls the spear out of his grip, slicing open the palm of the nazi’s hand. Then he ducks as the floating camera ball comes in from behind, blasting its lasers at the punk. The particle beams pass over Scavy’s head and hit Heinz in the chest. Not enough to kill him, but enough to throw him back.
Scavy takes off running—in a hopping, limping, getting-blood-all-over-the-place kind of way—down the hallway of the third floor. Heinz chases after him. Scavy dodges into an apartment, then jumps down a hole to the second floor. As Heinz enters, he doesn’t see Scavy looking up at him from the floor below. Scavy drives the spear through the hole, into Heinz’s leg. The blade cuts through the calf muscle, scraping across his fibula bone. Heinz screams at the pain, then roars at the punk. He lowers the hammer down at the spear, breaking it in half.
Scavy laughs up at Heinz and flips him off. Then Heinz puts his blowgun to his lips and shoots a poisoned dart into Scavy’s forehead. The punk’s laughter cuts off as he sees the dart sticking out from between his eyes. He pulls it from his skin and examines it slowly, as if in a daze, then tosses it aside.
“What the fuck was that?” Scavy’s voice is soft and shaky.
Heinz laughs as he pulls the spear blade out of his leg.
“Fuck,” Scavy says, then takes off down the hall, before the camera ball hovering behind Heinz’s shoulder can take a shot at him.
Domino and his men did catch up to Scavy in the park, but he brought more men with him than Scavy had anticipated, three times as many. They also brought guns. When they surrounded Scavy, the punk just smiled at him, waiting for his men to jump him from behind. But his men didn’t come.
Scavy’s smile faded when he realized his crew had ditched him. “Fuck.”
“Fuck is right,” Domino said, then punched him in the face.
The poison sets into Scavy quickly. His face is the first thing to go numb, mouth dangling wide open. Then his arms go limp, dangling by his sides as he staggers down the hall. When he trips over a piece of debris, he can’t get himself back up again. He kicks his legs around, but without the use of his arms he can’t move.
Domino’s men took turns punching Scavy in the face and stomach, as the others held his arms behind his back. They bloodied his nose and broke his lip. He drooled blood down the front of his shirt, then looked up and scanned the edges of the park for his friends. He couldn’t see them anywhere.
Domino grabbed Scavy by the mohawk and twisted his head up to yell in his face. “Why the fuck did you jump me and my men the other night? Do you have a death wish or something?”
Scavy spit blood. “You started it.”
“What?” Domino kneed him in the face.
“You raped my friend, Gogo. You shouldn’t have done that.”
“All of this is over that worthless fucking whore? Is she your girlfriend or something?”
“She’s a friend,” Scavy said. “You don’t do that to one of my friends and get away with it.”
Domino laughed. “You’re going to die just because I fucked your stupid bitch whore of a friend. You’re the stupidest motherfucker I ever met.”
Heinz laughs when he sees Scavy lying in the middle of the hall, paralyzed. He limps over to the punk and hovers over him, pointing one fist of the sledgehammer at his face.
“You’re a white man,” Heinz says to Scavy. “Why would you sacrifice yourself to save some worthless Japanese cunt? You should be wearing that uniform with pride, as a true Aryan would.”
“Fuck you.” The words are mumbled as they stumble out of Scavy’s dead lips.
“Call her a whore one more time,” Scavy threatened Domino.
Domino laughed at him.
“What?” Domino asked. “You still trying to be a tough guy?”
Scavy spit again. “You don’t fucking call my friend a whore.”
Domino stared him in the eyes and annunciated every word loudly in Scavy’s face. “She is a worthless, filthy, rotten cunt whore and she deserved everything we did to her.”
As Domino raised his fist to punch him again, Scavy clicked the heels of his shoe. Before impact, Domino’s fist went limp as Scavy kicked him in the throat. The blade of Scavy’s boot-knife pierced through the bottom of Domino’s jaw, up through the roof of his mouth, and into his brain.
The Diamonds just stood there, staring at Scavy’s foot in their leader’s neck. Then Scavy’s men attacked. Brick drove a truck into the park, roaring across the littered beach. In the back, the rest of Scavy’s men fired bullets into the Diamonds gang, taking them down before they could get off a single shot. The Diamonds dropped Scavy and took off running. Some of them got away, others didn’t. The ones who stayed behind to fight were the first to fall.
As Scavy pulled his boot-knife out of Domino’s head, Brick came up to him and patted him on the back.
“You’re late,” Scavy said to him.
“We needed to find a vehicle,” Brick said. “They aren’t easy to come by on short notice.”
“One minute longer and I would have been dead.”
“Yeah, but you pulled through, as always,” Brick said.
“I just got lucky,” Scavy said.
“Now it’s time for you to die,” Heinz tells Scavy, gripping the double-fisted sledgehammer. “If you were proud of your Aryan heritage you wouldn’t be dying for that insignificant Japanese cunt right now.”
Scavy spit blood at him. “Call her a cunt one more time.”
“I’ll call that cunt whatever I damn well—”
Scavy clicked his heels together, and the switchblade emerged from his right boot as he kicked the nazi in the chest. But Heinz catches him by the ankle less than an inch away from his uniform. He bends Scavy’s foot back.