Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171678 times)

"Alexia and I aren't shooting. It's Alexandria who's shooting."

I gesture to the man to follow me down.
Needless to say, my leg makes this pose an interesting challenge.
After that, I take the assassin to Alexia.

"It's not loaded." I say, pointing at my rifle. "Yeah... Sorry about that..."

I quickly grab the assassin by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. "Who sent you," I ask, holding my pistol up against his abdomen.

"Wait, here's a tiny candy wrapper with some instructions on it."

the cool thing is i have that foofnugget picture
so i imagine this even better


"He knew this would happen..." I whisper to myself. "I don't know if he wanted you dead or not, but for sure he doesn't want you knowing who he is!" I shout. "Candy wrapper? Give it here!" I shout, holding my hand out.

"It says, 'ALEXIA AROTH. WILL PAY FOR THIS JOB. NOT DEAD, BUT ALIVE.' And there you have it."

"I must have had my thumb over that 'Alive' part when I read it..."


"I don't even want to know what they were planning to do with me, but I assume it has something to do with violation," I say, my voice devoid of emotion. I toss the assassin to the side, his body making a loud thump on the ground, and I walk toward the rifle. "You're not going to be needing this."

"NO I'M SORRY! WATERBOARD ME! BEAT ME IN THE STOMACH CONTINUOUSLY! TORTURE ME! ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE!" I whimper like a child, tears in my eyes.

I fall onto a bench and I begin rubbing my eyes.

I take aim down the rifle, aiming for his crotch. I start squeezing the trigger, and at the last moment, jerk my hand to the side, missing him by a centimeter. I chamber the next round. "Do not cross me again, for it'll be the last time."

I crawl away, whimpering as I do so.