Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171033 times)

I scoff. "Pathetic. Not even able to follow up on his threat. You're the worst kind of person. The kind of person who has a job, takes it, then doesn't complete it unless they have a reward. You're useless. No wonder your dad didn't 'give you the proper equipment'. He didn't even think you'd complete the mission."

"You're right... Give me that gun." I say before ripping the gun from her hands. I then begin aiming it towards my head, but keeping a good distance. "I'm useless. 'Oh Self Delete, the cowards' way out!' well of course it is! I never even threatened you! My life has gone right down the toilet ever since my dad decided to be a major jackass and send me here! I never wanted to do this! I never wanted to be an assassin! I didn't want to kill, I wanted to help!"

"Self Delete, oh joy."

"Funny," I say, running at him and butterfly kicking the gun out of his hands, "you seem to take pride in your work. And you're right. You didn't threaten me. You attempted to straight up loving murder me you god damn stuff."

I hand Alexia her gun.

"Would just get to the point already? All you've been doing is attacking me with words."

I walk over to Trevor and calmly grab his arm, pulling him out of the room without saying a word. I sit him down on the couch and I refuse to let him move, not saying one word throughout the entire process.

I growl, suddenly collapsing to the ground.


"And I'm assuming YOU want me dead too? Don't worry, if you do, we'll have four out of four!"


"Figured... Who DOESN'T want me dead anymore? My dad, everyone in this vault, myself, the crazies!"

I try to rouse Alexia, not realizing she has only passed out.

I put my face in his arm and I start crying

"Don't even start Alex..." I say with a sigh.