Post by Toadkiller Dog on Sept 14, 2012 9:12:55 GMT
The steady drip of water falling onto porcelain wakes me up. Somehow I'm alive. My eyes open slow,y harsh light reflecting off the white finish of the bathtub. There's blood all over the room. Must have put up more of a fight than I'd thought.
My arm is an an odd angle, it's uncomfortable. Handcuffed to the shower rail. I feel my face, smeared in dried or still drying gore. There's a deep indentation in my forehead, stings a bit to the touch. This is where I got shot. The slug's in the tub, somehow not embedded into my skull. Still don't know how I'm alive. The shower rail can't be too strong, I tug on it, can feel it give, but pain sears through my wrist. Gotta get this over with quickly. I pull again and it gives, collapses into the tub. Made a lot of noise.
Still dizzy, I almost stumble as I try to stand, but manage to sort of flop out of the tub. I can hear someone coming. Renzo if I'm lucky. Got something for him.
The door blasts open, just one of his thugs. Gotta make this count, he's surprised. Why shouldn't he be? He's about to be attacked by someone he personally watched take a bullet to the brain. He tries to draw his pistol, but he's too dumbstruck as I lunge for him.
I tackle him as he smashed against the edge of the door, something cracks, probably his shoulder blade. The door skitters open further, smacking against the wall. I sweep it shut with my heel, ram it closed with my back as I wrap the chain of the cuffs around this bastard's throat. He finally draws the piece, but drops it as I tighten my hold, he makes a sharp gurgle in response. The gun discharges as it smashes into the tiles below, blowing a hole through the outside of the tub. Hope Renzo doesn't have enough time to flee, he's going to get what I've got coming for him.
My teeth are gritted so hard it hurts, this piece of shit won't die though. I stumble to the left trying to get more leverage and slip in a puddle, probably of my own blood. My feet leave the floor and my vision is jarred as my head collides with the sink. I can't falter here, trying to shake away the dizziness I can see the goon trying to stand, gasping for precious air on his hands and knees.
I leap onto his back, driving his face into the rim of the tub, I rake my nails over his eyes, feel some give, no time to check the actual damage. Ramming his forehead into the tub until it cracks, he's still trying to choke out a scream. Tough son of a bitch. Forgot about the gun though, this will make it quick.
The hole's bigger than I thought it'd be, the sight of his brains and fragments of his skull and mushed scalp in the tub pull at my stomach. No time to puke.
I'm still dizzy as I stumble into the hallway, double vision obstructs my view as I topple to my shoulder on the wall. Feel like shit.
Another goon runs up the stairs, I can see him before he sees me and I squeeze off a few shots, miss almost every one of them, vision's too fucked up. He caught at least one though, he's doubled over, I pop off a few more, he slumps over and isn't moving. Gotta limp slowly down the steps toward him, almost fall more than once, feels like it takes ten minutes to move down four steps. He seems dead enough but I put one more into the top of his head anyway, and tuck the piece under my armpit as I search for his. He's got two pistols, so I just let mine drop and take bout of his. Renzo has to be down here somewhere. He's got at least one more guy with him. Can't let them get the jump on me.
It's dark as hell and raining outside, I can hear it now. The power's out down here, fuse must have blown during the storm. Renzo was a stupid motherfucker to take me back to my own house to kill me. I chuckle thinking this as I move slowly down the remaining steps to the bottom floor. I know this place in the dark as well as the light. He doesn't.
Only a few places he could be if he's still inside, and I the back door is shut, I can see it through the moonlight of the kitchen windows. Front door was shut too I noticed as I passed it coming down the last of the steps. Don't recall hearing any movement or a door slamming. But who knows. He's here though, I know it. Got something for him.
I kick open the door to my bedroom, not many other places to hide down here.
"Come out Renzo, we've got some talking to do, buddy!" I yell, and see him before I even finish.
My feet leave the floor again, his man's on me, I put the whole clip of the pistol in my right hand through his torso as we're falling, still clicking on empty as we hit the floor, gotta twist off my back to get his dead weight off me. Sharp, burning pain sears through my chest as Renzo returns the favor. The force drops me on my ass as I can see the sweat on his face in the light of the muzzle flash. I can feel the blood pouring from my wounds, but I'm still able to stand, still alive, again.
I laugh loudly, drowning out the clicking of Renzo's empty piece. I use the one in my left hand to plant a gift into his gut, don't want this ending anytime soon. One in the belly and he'll be feeling it, but alive.
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Sweat's pouring down my face as I put the hammer and power drill down. Renzo's still breathing, and audibly sobbing, even through the duct tape.
"Bet you're wondering how I'm still up and kicking, yeah? Hell, so am I. I don't even know man, it's just like...like I woke up last week after being hit by a car. Fucking drunk drivers... But like...I woke up in my bed, sore as shit, but alive, no way I should have survived that shit.
But fuck, here I am. Even getting shot doesn't seem to matter, it's like...like I'm fucking immortal or something. Who knows man, I don't. But hell, it gave me the chance to do this to you now. See, I came after you and your fucking goons because of this. Figured, fuck it. What's the worst that can happen, right? Never did like you, and I never liked any of your damn people either. I'll get them too though, don't worry. Fuck, not like they can kill me right?
Yeah...yeah you might be thinking, so, you lived through being hit by a car, who cares? You got lucky, how'd you know? Well, I knew Renzo because I tried a few other things too. It all hurts like a motherfucker, but I keep ticking. The gunshots to the head though, those actually put me out for a few hours, guess it makes sense though, being my brain and all taking the brunt of it, ya know?
Life has been shit for well over two years man, especially after Tommy ODed and Lucy...yeah, I know about what you did to her. That's why we're here, why I'm taking my time with your fat ass. Yeah, we're nowhere near done man.
It's all been pretty tough man, so I figured why not try to end it, sure I could live through anything else I'd put myself through, but in the stories and movies and shit immortals still die when you take out the brain, right? Wrong. I woke up in the woods with a big hole in the side of my head, not too unlike the one in my forehead now. Surprised the fuck out of me. It's like a sign, ya know? A sign I gotta make some things right, things I might've fucked up, and then some things you fucked up. So we're working on that now.
So let's continue, see if you wake back up when we're done, like me. Who knows man, who knows. I could do this to you all fucking year man, so here's to hoping you're a freak like me and keep getting back up. Let's get to work. This is gonna hurt like a bitch."
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Renzo didn't get back up. In fact what's left of him is laying on my bedroom floor. Dunno why the cops haven't shown up yet, lot's of screaming and the gunshots and all. This neighborhood is a piece of trash though, no one fucking cares.
Got a lot of work to do. So many motherfuckers need to die. I'm a weapon, I'm the grim fucking reaper...
I feel like shit. But I can't. Because if you feel like shit, everyone you hate wins, right? And right now I think I hate about everyone.
My arm is an an odd angle, it's uncomfortable. Handcuffed to the shower rail. I feel my face, smeared in dried or still drying gore. There's a deep indentation in my forehead, stings a bit to the touch. This is where I got shot. The slug's in the tub, somehow not embedded into my skull. Still don't know how I'm alive. The shower rail can't be too strong, I tug on it, can feel it give, but pain sears through my wrist. Gotta get this over with quickly. I pull again and it gives, collapses into the tub. Made a lot of noise.
Still dizzy, I almost stumble as I try to stand, but manage to sort of flop out of the tub. I can hear someone coming. Renzo if I'm lucky. Got something for him.
The door blasts open, just one of his thugs. Gotta make this count, he's surprised. Why shouldn't he be? He's about to be attacked by someone he personally watched take a bullet to the brain. He tries to draw his pistol, but he's too dumbstruck as I lunge for him.
I tackle him as he smashed against the edge of the door, something cracks, probably his shoulder blade. The door skitters open further, smacking against the wall. I sweep it shut with my heel, ram it closed with my back as I wrap the chain of the cuffs around this bastard's throat. He finally draws the piece, but drops it as I tighten my hold, he makes a sharp gurgle in response. The gun discharges as it smashes into the tiles below, blowing a hole through the outside of the tub. Hope Renzo doesn't have enough time to flee, he's going to get what I've got coming for him.
My teeth are gritted so hard it hurts, this piece of shit won't die though. I stumble to the left trying to get more leverage and slip in a puddle, probably of my own blood. My feet leave the floor and my vision is jarred as my head collides with the sink. I can't falter here, trying to shake away the dizziness I can see the goon trying to stand, gasping for precious air on his hands and knees.
I leap onto his back, driving his face into the rim of the tub, I rake my nails over his eyes, feel some give, no time to check the actual damage. Ramming his forehead into the tub until it cracks, he's still trying to choke out a scream. Tough son of a bitch. Forgot about the gun though, this will make it quick.
The hole's bigger than I thought it'd be, the sight of his brains and fragments of his skull and mushed scalp in the tub pull at my stomach. No time to puke.
I'm still dizzy as I stumble into the hallway, double vision obstructs my view as I topple to my shoulder on the wall. Feel like shit.
Another goon runs up the stairs, I can see him before he sees me and I squeeze off a few shots, miss almost every one of them, vision's too fucked up. He caught at least one though, he's doubled over, I pop off a few more, he slumps over and isn't moving. Gotta limp slowly down the steps toward him, almost fall more than once, feels like it takes ten minutes to move down four steps. He seems dead enough but I put one more into the top of his head anyway, and tuck the piece under my armpit as I search for his. He's got two pistols, so I just let mine drop and take bout of his. Renzo has to be down here somewhere. He's got at least one more guy with him. Can't let them get the jump on me.
It's dark as hell and raining outside, I can hear it now. The power's out down here, fuse must have blown during the storm. Renzo was a stupid motherfucker to take me back to my own house to kill me. I chuckle thinking this as I move slowly down the remaining steps to the bottom floor. I know this place in the dark as well as the light. He doesn't.
Only a few places he could be if he's still inside, and I the back door is shut, I can see it through the moonlight of the kitchen windows. Front door was shut too I noticed as I passed it coming down the last of the steps. Don't recall hearing any movement or a door slamming. But who knows. He's here though, I know it. Got something for him.
I kick open the door to my bedroom, not many other places to hide down here.
"Come out Renzo, we've got some talking to do, buddy!" I yell, and see him before I even finish.
My feet leave the floor again, his man's on me, I put the whole clip of the pistol in my right hand through his torso as we're falling, still clicking on empty as we hit the floor, gotta twist off my back to get his dead weight off me. Sharp, burning pain sears through my chest as Renzo returns the favor. The force drops me on my ass as I can see the sweat on his face in the light of the muzzle flash. I can feel the blood pouring from my wounds, but I'm still able to stand, still alive, again.
I laugh loudly, drowning out the clicking of Renzo's empty piece. I use the one in my left hand to plant a gift into his gut, don't want this ending anytime soon. One in the belly and he'll be feeling it, but alive.
.....................................
Sweat's pouring down my face as I put the hammer and power drill down. Renzo's still breathing, and audibly sobbing, even through the duct tape.
"Bet you're wondering how I'm still up and kicking, yeah? Hell, so am I. I don't even know man, it's just like...like I woke up last week after being hit by a car. Fucking drunk drivers... But like...I woke up in my bed, sore as shit, but alive, no way I should have survived that shit.
But fuck, here I am. Even getting shot doesn't seem to matter, it's like...like I'm fucking immortal or something. Who knows man, I don't. But hell, it gave me the chance to do this to you now. See, I came after you and your fucking goons because of this. Figured, fuck it. What's the worst that can happen, right? Never did like you, and I never liked any of your damn people either. I'll get them too though, don't worry. Fuck, not like they can kill me right?
Yeah...yeah you might be thinking, so, you lived through being hit by a car, who cares? You got lucky, how'd you know? Well, I knew Renzo because I tried a few other things too. It all hurts like a motherfucker, but I keep ticking. The gunshots to the head though, those actually put me out for a few hours, guess it makes sense though, being my brain and all taking the brunt of it, ya know?
Life has been shit for well over two years man, especially after Tommy ODed and Lucy...yeah, I know about what you did to her. That's why we're here, why I'm taking my time with your fat ass. Yeah, we're nowhere near done man.
It's all been pretty tough man, so I figured why not try to end it, sure I could live through anything else I'd put myself through, but in the stories and movies and shit immortals still die when you take out the brain, right? Wrong. I woke up in the woods with a big hole in the side of my head, not too unlike the one in my forehead now. Surprised the fuck out of me. It's like a sign, ya know? A sign I gotta make some things right, things I might've fucked up, and then some things you fucked up. So we're working on that now.
So let's continue, see if you wake back up when we're done, like me. Who knows man, who knows. I could do this to you all fucking year man, so here's to hoping you're a freak like me and keep getting back up. Let's get to work. This is gonna hurt like a bitch."
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Renzo didn't get back up. In fact what's left of him is laying on my bedroom floor. Dunno why the cops haven't shown up yet, lot's of screaming and the gunshots and all. This neighborhood is a piece of trash though, no one fucking cares.
Got a lot of work to do. So many motherfuckers need to die. I'm a weapon, I'm the grim fucking reaper...
I feel like shit. But I can't. Because if you feel like shit, everyone you hate wins, right? And right now I think I hate about everyone.