Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 198241 times)

"I don't remember... It wasn't even the guy that wanted Alexia... It was one of his goons... But he payed extra to not have me tell anybody who his boss was..."

"Tell us. You're not going back to them anyways. Not with us around."



"I CAN'T! THIS GUY IS BIG! HE KNOWS ALEXIA LIKE SHE WAS HIS OWN DAUGHTER, BUT THEY'RE NOWHERE NEAR RELATED! I'VE SAID ENOUGH ALREADY! JUST STOP CAUSING ME MENTAL AND PHYSICAL PAIN!"

"We're not hurting you anymore. Tell us. Who. He is."

"Not hurting him? He's going loving insane! Leave him alone!"

"I don't know why he wanted it... But he did...
... Trevor... Padilla..."

"I don't know why he wanted it... But he did...
... Trevor... Padilla..."
"Okay, thank you."

"Can you release me now?"

"Can you release me now?"
"Yes, but you're staying with us."
By the way
I look like

With the M4, except mine's an AR15.

"What? So you can damage me mentally some more? I gave you weapons and ammo, I didn't cause any of you any harm, and this is what you do? Make me rat somebody out after almost drowning me in a toilet?"

"You shot at Alexia against instructions, so we shot back. You almost killed me too. But no, we're not gonna torture you more."

I force their hands and guns away from the man and escort him out of the bathroom

I remove my shoulder pad and sweater, leaving myself with nothing from the waist up. "I need to go home for a bit." I say, walking away.