The two foolish friends

Cartel smirked and they made a run for it heading for the gun.

Cartel jumped and placed his hands on it and Wesley’s feet were on his hands which were over the gun.

He groaned as Wesley twisted his hands with his feet and he wasn’t able to pull his hands away from beneath his feet.

He squeeze them making sure he heard the sound of his Phalanges breaking.

“Argh!” He cried.

Wesley let his feet off his hands and took the gun as he was unable to take up the gun crying over his fingers.

“You would probably need surgery.” He cocked the gun and placed them on his head.

“Tell me or I pulled the trigger.” He snarled at him.

“I won’t fucking say shit!” He yelled.

“Proving stubborn. I know what you fucking need.” He stood up from beside him and placed a foot over his chest. And pressed them over his chest.

“Fuck you!” He growled.

“You would.” Wesley hit him over with the head of the gun. He groaned and tried to fight him off but he couldn’t.

He wanted to use the gun when he was kicked