Angels & Demons 2: Blood Fued - Part 1

I was just riding the couch yesterday after a night of moderate to heavy drinking and I started writing a little short story that I've decided to call Angels & Demons 2: Blood Fued. Disclaimer: This contains mature language and content, please do not read if you are easily offended. Also the character Tom Hanks, is just a character, and his attitude and traits are in no way related to his real life.

Part 1
Detective Tom Hanks awoke covered in sweat from an intense fever dream. In the dream, he was passionately and powerfully making ass love to his son, Colin Hanks, who you may know as Shaun Brumder from 2002's "Orange County". After lying awake in his bed for some time, Tom wearily made his way to the kitchen, and grabbed one of the frozen McDonald's McRib sandwiches from his freezer box. You see, the McRib has been discontinued, retired, and in The Great Rib Rush of 2016 they were bought up in bulk and hoarded by the world's rich and famous. The hum of the microwave was hypnotic, he began to recall the disturbing and equally sexy dream he had just had about his son Colin. Unknowingly he began to stroke his throbbing meat cannon from the outside of his chili pepper pajama bottoms. The "ding" from his microwave, snapped him back to reality, and the exciting realization that he was about to enjoy his delicious McRib sandwich set in. He systematically removed the chopped onion and pickle slices from the sandwich. Right as he lifted the weighty riblet to his mouth, his phone rang. "Cocksucking Whore!" he shouted, and echoed through his large but minimally decorated kitchen. "Tom, it's Danny Glover, listen, we've got another one, you'd better get down here". Tom hung up the phone and placed his uneaten McRib in a paper bag to be eaten later. He quickly took a shower, put on a pair of well worn jeans, a vintage Stanford t-shirt and a tweed jacket, with leather elbow patches. He looked at his pale, unshaven face in the mirror and said to himself, "Another fuckin' day in paradise, you're a real God-damned piece of shit Tom."

Tom, arrived on the scene of a Dave & Busters inside the Mall of America Los Angeles. There were bodies and body parts everywhere, on the ski-ball lanes, in the pop-a-shot baskets, it was a nightmare. "What've we got Danny?", as he lit a cigarette. "It looks like Angels & Demons got'em". "You mean like Angels from heaven and Demons from hell?" "Exactly like that." Tom took in the details of what had occurred and noticed that all of the bodies had identical memory sticks attached to lanyards around their necks. He walked over to the horribly contorted corpse that had been shoved into the basket of the pop-a-shot machine. The memory stick had a symbol on it, it was a cross with a dove that had fire balls shooting out of it's mouth beak. He ripped the memory stick from the body and placed it in his pocket. "Wrap it up Danny, I'm gonna go home and sleep on this, doesn't really seem like there is much more for me to do here." "But, you just got here!" "Listen, I'm drunk, I'm tired, and my ex-wife has been on my ass all week. Not to mention, I'm the boss, so shut your bitch mouth and clean up this fuckin' mess!" "I'm gettin' too old for this shit!" Danny muttered under his breath.

TO BE CONTINUED...