Attack of the Crocodile Gang II

Look at the post below this one for the first part of this epic, brutal, tale...

All hell was breaking loose and The Complicated was fighting 20 members of the Crocodile Gang. The scene was heavy. The Complicated had the speed and agility but they had the raw power and stubbornness of old people. Comp was battered and bruised, he had lost one arm guard to a set of crocodile jaws. The Complicated was doing a reverse Frankensteiner to one of the geezers when he heard the sirens of the police car. "Shit, this is gonna get a bit complicated." muttered Comp to himself as the car skidded across the road and into a lamp post. T he Conplicated used a crocodile head as a springboard catapulted himself to the police car and ducked in. The driver was unconscious and his young partner was freaking the hell out as the Crocodile Gang was tearing at the car. 

"Dude, stop freaking out!" Said The Complicated

"I can't! Shitshitshit!"

A large lady-crocodile smashed her head through the windshield, catching Comp's arm in her jaws, he was lucky that this arm still had its protection.

"Shoot it, fool! It's trying to rip my friggin' arm off!"

"I can't! I think that's my grandmother!"

Comp slapped him with his free hand. "Shut the fuck up! We got a truckload of old people juiced up on Croco'Roids going bat-shit crazy out on the streets and you're worried about your stinking granny!? She's old and old people die! Shoot the old tramp!"

The young police officer screamed like a little girl as he put a bullet in granny's head, not enough to get through the thick hide but enough to free The Complicated. "Thank you! Now scram and take your partner with you, I'ma bout to make explosions!"

The Complicated pilfered the officer's gun as the latter escaped with his partner, he managed to crawl out of the car as the gang was about to tip it over giving Comp the chance to backflip from the high-side, shooting the gas tank at the same time and make that sucker go boom.

He stood up at the flaming wreckage, looking at the Senior Crocodile Citizens that were either busy running around on fire or writhing on the street. 

"Damn, I gotta write about this on the blog!"

And that's how it happened, now the hunt is on for this "Doc Croc" person so we can put these nutjobs in a closed institution where their freedom and dignity is taken from them and they're only given limited contact to the outside world: A retirement home.