10-23-2005, 05:09 PM
Returned from the fires of Apocolyptica, the story continues...
John stiffened his resolve, and set off in the direction of the \'audience\', his brisk walk made the bones in his kneecap grate but far from it being painfull he now found it sickly comforting.
"Dont move, I\'ve got a gun...dont you dare move", the middle-aged man, accountant by the looks of it no-doubt had a gun, whether he had the cajones to use it however, that was on the flip of a coin, John quickened his pace, giving the man less time to retrive his weapon from his breifcase.
"I said dont move shithead" the accountant scrabbled in his Breifcase, then brandished a small caliber pistol, his hands shaking, sweat poured from his temples, but John gave no heed, his grinding knee gave him a recklessness he\'d never encountered before, he stooped mid pace and picked a round stone from the ground, the accountant squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the trigger....mistake.
"Never close your eyes before you take a shot" John whispered in the mans ear, his terror was easy to behold as his mouth opened in a scream that never escaped, John shut his gaping maw with an uppercut with the rock, a wet gulp accomponied the sound of shatterering bone before the mans nose was inverted into his head with another expertly swung punch, his nose gushed like a faucet, crimson liquid covered both himself and John before his skull was breached with an overhand bludgeon, the man collapsed, his bravery was useless.
John moved to his next victim, a facefull of blood and a shirt covered in shattered bone and brain matter, John was now the stuff of nightmares....
John stiffened his resolve, and set off in the direction of the \'audience\', his brisk walk made the bones in his kneecap grate but far from it being painfull he now found it sickly comforting.
"Dont move, I\'ve got a gun...dont you dare move", the middle-aged man, accountant by the looks of it no-doubt had a gun, whether he had the cajones to use it however, that was on the flip of a coin, John quickened his pace, giving the man less time to retrive his weapon from his breifcase.
"I said dont move shithead" the accountant scrabbled in his Breifcase, then brandished a small caliber pistol, his hands shaking, sweat poured from his temples, but John gave no heed, his grinding knee gave him a recklessness he\'d never encountered before, he stooped mid pace and picked a round stone from the ground, the accountant squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the trigger....mistake.
"Never close your eyes before you take a shot" John whispered in the mans ear, his terror was easy to behold as his mouth opened in a scream that never escaped, John shut his gaping maw with an uppercut with the rock, a wet gulp accomponied the sound of shatterering bone before the mans nose was inverted into his head with another expertly swung punch, his nose gushed like a faucet, crimson liquid covered both himself and John before his skull was breached with an overhand bludgeon, the man collapsed, his bravery was useless.
John moved to his next victim, a facefull of blood and a shirt covered in shattered bone and brain matter, John was now the stuff of nightmares....