Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171372 times)

"Alright then," I reply sarcastically. "So, motive?"

"He knows your dad, and figured the best way to ruin his life was to kill his daughter..."

"My father? And why in the balls would anybody try to ruin his life. Also it said 'not dead, but alive,' as I recall? You're going to have to try harder."

"Oh for crying ou- His boss wanted a new whore." I say as I approach the two. "Can you just drown him in the fountain stained with my blood already?"

"Me? A whore?" I say, tossing the man to the side. "Oh he is so dead."

"Yep." I say as I grab the man by the throat. I then smash his head onto the side of the fountain and afterwords, begin drowning him. No muscles tensing, the same bored expression on my face the entire time. "Gimme a minute..."

"Oh come on, no need to be sadistic about it," I comment sarcastically.

I pull his head out of the fountain, which now has my blood all over it. "You seems a little... flushed!" I exclaim as I shove his head back under.

I look up, everyone is gone. "Oh thanks guys..." I say, getting up to walk around.

"So should I let him live or...?"



I shrug. "Do as you please."

I sit there and wait for the man to stop moving. I release his neck and he remains in place. "Now, about my bullet wounds..."

I glance at him, shrugging my backpack off and opening it, pulling out a first aid kit that was stocking with things that looked like they belonged in a hospital. Because they did belong in a hospital. "So, I can either seal the wounds, and leave the bullets in, or I can remove the bullets then get them out. The latter takes longer and hurts like hell. Your call."