Al :AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

*Six men were all riding in a large armored van, each carrying a weapon of some kind. A man dressed in a full bodied black suit, drove the van with great speed and seemed to be very ecstatic. A bald man, fiddling with a shining blade responded the driver’s manic laugh in an irritable tone.*

Omar: AL, PLEASE! Your tone is not at all pleasant.

Ned: You better shut up, you insane maniac!

Omar: Ned, you aren’t helping…

Ned: SHUT UP, OMAR! I don’t know why you were put in charge; I could rip you apart with one switch of a blade…which I think I’ll do to Al!

Al: Hahahaha….calm down Neddy boy, I’m just having some fun.

Ned: Don’t you dare call me Neddy…its Nailhead to you, ya dirty piece of….

Omar: Gentlemen. Please…

Clyde: Sh-shut up…all of you! You’re giving me a headache.

Harry: I’ll kill you all if you don’t shut your mouths! *unsheathes machete*

Ned: You kill me? HAHA! I’ll gut you like a freaking fish!

Harry: Oh, I’ll enjoy scalping you steel skull.

Ned: STEEL SKULL?!?!?

Pete: OH…MY…GOD! IM STUCK IN THIS VANM WITH A BUNCH OF JACKASSES! HAHAHAHA!

Al: HAHA! Good one Pete!

*Ned whips a chain out, it had a hook at the end of it which latched on Harry’s machete. The two men stared into each other’s blood thirsty eyes as they struggled to use their weapons. Clyde nervously eyed them both, exchanging the aim of his crossbow at each of their heads. Pete was staring sadistically at a lighter as Al continued to laugh hysterically. Omar had enough, and stood up with his knife.*
Omar: THAT’S ENOUGH! Nobody is killing anybody, because if you do…your going to get, god knows how many volts, through your brain! Now will you all sit down and shut up? We are almost at the place.

*Ned and Harry snarl at each other, as they both sit back down. Pete was still fascinating himself by toying with his lighter, and Al was lightly giggling as he continued to drive.*


*Creed was sitting in his office, watching some TV. He was flipping through channels as the dim glow of the television shined on his deformed, bandaged face. He found something interesting, and set the remote down. He leaned back in his chair and looked at a mannequin head on his desk. The head had an artificial face over it, with a wig. Creed slowly unwrapped his bandages, revealing his disgusting and burnt face. He then carefully placed the fake face on his deformed one. He smoothed it out, and then placed the wig on his head. He actually looked…normal. Creed continued to watch his program, when he heard a knock on his door.*


Creed: Come in.

*The door creaked open, as Norman stepped through. He greeted Creed politely as he took a CD out of his pocket.*

Norman: Well sir…the Serial Squad has been dispatched. They are to take out the Rex gang, as you instructed.

Creed: Very good…..these murderers you interviewed, they are as ruthless as they come, yes?

Norman: Of course sir. Let me show you…

*Norman places the CD in the TV, showing a slideshow of the serial squad.*



Norman: Pyro Pete. Known for killing his victims with fire. He has a long line of deaths under his name. Most famous for one particular incident, where he set aflame to an entire neighborhood. Every single house was burnt down by Pete; there were only three survivors, one being in a coma. He is as sadistic as they come.

Autocide Al. Broke out of a psychiatric ward awhile back. Well known for killing his victims by running them over with vehicles. Quite skilled and deadly with a common car, he is the driver of the squad.

Crossbow Clyde. Not mentally stable, but quite deadly. He victims fell to his crossbow. Clyde can shoot a crossbow with perfect precision and accuracy, one of the best crossbowmen around. He suffers from a bit of paranoia and stutters but makes up for it with an unquenchable thirst for blood. Also known as the “Camper Killer”.

Omar the Operator. The leader of the Serial Squad. He is very calm and calculating…and knows how to make a plan. Omar is a very cruel individual…famous for dissecting humans, alive. Once infiltrated a hospital, pretending to be a surgeon…he brutally ripped apart 12 patients. A perfect individual to lead the squad.

Nailhead Ned. A very angry and violent individual. A victim of another killer, Conan Rogers, who pounded nails into Ned’s skull. It was a miracle Ned survived, but it appeared that incident screwed up his mind forever. After murdering Rogers by driving a nail through his throat, he became a full fledged murderer. His weapon of choice is a chain with a hook at the end, or the hook chain.

Hacksaw Harry. The final member of the Serial Squad. He is the definition of a homicidal maniac, using his machete to slice up his victims. He has severed an uncountable amount of victims with his various blades. He would lead many of his victims to their demise in his hideout, a slaughterhouse. No man on Earth could out duel him with a machete.

*Norman finished talking, as he looked at Creed…who had a wide grin on his face.*

Creed: EXCELLENT! Ha-ha…this is perfect; my plans have finally come to fruition. The new way of enforcing the law, using the law breakers! It is my time to show this country, my perfection!*Pops a pill in his mouth and closes his eyes.*

Al: HEY GUYS! WE ARE ALMOST THE-E-E-E-E-RE! HAHAHAHA!

Ned: It’s about damn time…

Harry: Oh goody goody…I’ll give my blade a little color.

Omar: Alright *grins* its time to have a bit of fun. But wait until I give the signal to go. Pete, get your flamethrower ready.

Pete: Hehehe….already have it on Sen-or Operat-or. Its time to BUUUURN these suckers!

Clyde: I-I-I’m in position.

Omar: Very good…this should go smoothly. *Takes out a pistol*

Al: LOOK OUT BOYS! HERE WE GOOOOOOO!

Omar: Get ready…

*All of the Serial Squad had their weapons out and were ready to jump into action. They all seemed to be engulfed by an insatiable killer instinct. Al was driving right in front of a warehouse, the lights were on inside. Two men with handguns were standing outside the entrance, keeping anyone from entering.*

Al: IT’S TIME TO CRASH THE PARTY!

*The van went full speed toward the door, as the two guards starting shooting at it to no avail. Al drove the van right into the entrance, and smashed through the door, and crushed one of the guards under his wheels. The doors literally knocked off their hinges as the van broke into the warehouse. It looked like some sort of party with the Rex Gang was going on. Al drove like a madman running into anyone and everyone who got in his way. He made it to the center, with a big group of gang members running toward the van with guns and knives. Pete then opened the van door with his flamethrower and pointed it out.*

Pete: What’s wrong with you guys? SOMEBODY CALLED FOR A BARBECUE!!!!

*Al then slammed on the speeding vans breaks, and turned the wheel strongly. Pete pulled the trigger on his flamethrower as the fire spewed from his weapon. The van was turning rapidly in his place as Pete was creating a ring of fire, burning the gang member in his range. Their charred bodies dropped to the ground as screams of agony and torture was heard. Pete’s eyes flared with the flames, extreme joy filled his dark soul. The gang members started to fall back out of the flames vicinity.*

Gang member: Who the hell are these guys?

*Those were the gang member’s last words, as he had an arrow pierce right through his skull and brain. Clyde was standing behind the vans opened window, aiming his crossbow*

Clyde: D-d-d-ie!

*Clyde then started picking off all the gang members he could see through the fire with his crossbow. They were all dropping like flies, as Clyde put on a demented smile. When things seemed clear, Omar signaled for Al to stop the van.*

Omar: Now…kill them all, please.

*Autocide stopped the van as the five other killers jumped out of the van with their weapons of choice. Once everyone was out, Al drove away and attempted to crash into the gang members. The Gang Leader, T-Rex, who had a machine gun stood up from his seat.*

T-Rex: COME ON! LET’S SHOW THESE ASSHOLES WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH THE REX GANG!
*The gang cheered and charged toward the serial squad. Clyde stood toward the back, shooting down gang members from afar with his crossbow. Hacksaw Harry stood in the front, and proceeded with swinging his machete. The Rex members were literally getting chopped in to pieces, as they walked right into Harry’s machete, one by one. A large gang member approached Harry with a metal bat, ready to bash his skull in. Before the big man could swing, Harry slammed his blade into his balls, and literally pulled it up and sliced him in two.*

*Ned was busy killing his own victims. His hook chain was digging into the flesh of many flailing gang members. In one Instance, he whipped out his hook chain, which went behind a man, and pierced through his back and stomach. He then pulled the man toward him, slamming the man into another gang member, impaling the member on the hook also. Pete was busy burning people with his flamethrower, and Omar was shooting any fool who got close to him. It was complete pandemonium; T-Rex had a team of men with machine guns out to kill the squad. They started to shoot at the squad, but could not aim well, between the flames and the dead bodies. Worried that the guns might hit the squad, Al drove his van into the gunners, launching them throughout the warehouse. Al then kicked what appeared to be a small barrel out of the van, and drove away from it as fast as he could. The entire squad moved as far back from the barrel as possible, as Clyde aimed at it. Clyde shot an arrow at the barrel, and Pete threw a lit match on it in mid-air. The flaming arrow hit the barrel…and…*

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

*A gargantuan explosion erupted, literally blowing the roof off the warehouse. The serial squad dodged the fatal explosion by standing toward the back, but almost every member of the rex gang was decimated by it. It was a mess, the entire warehouse was crumbling and on fire, Pete was having a field day. Omar Ordered Hacksaw and Ned to kill off the survivors, as he walked toward the end of the warehouse. He stopped, standing over the injured T-rex, who was in severe pain on the floor. Omar smiled at T, took out a scalpel, and bent down.*

Omar: Its time to operate….

*Only screams of shear agony from T was heard as Omar slowly dug the scalpel into his chest and cut it open. Blood squirted onto Omar’s sadistic face, as he dug deeper into the guts of T. The Serial Squad’s mission was successful…*