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 Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:05 pm
Day FIFTEEN - Not the Sniper?!
“Hmph.”
Chaotic lmagination looked at the throng of GCDers surrounding her house with a mixture of anger and happiness. She was angry that they had decided to vote for her, regardless of her innocence. But she was happy that she was going to jail, where her friends were.
“Chaot-“ Gambol started as she walked out of her house. Dayne brushed him off, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t need to hear a speech, Gambol. I’ll go quietly and all that jazz. I know how it is. Blahblah I was helping the CK blah blah It’s spelled with an I, not an L. Look, I don’t care much for hearing you go on and on when we both know I was only jailed cuz you all were scared. Well, I think I’ll be much happier in jail, watching you get picked off like flies. Whichever one of you is the Sniper; I congratulate you. You have a good chance, even without Roy-kun.”
The GCDers were flabbergasted by her long speech that basically covered everything Gambol was going to say. They just stared at her as she made her way to the jail, humming as she bounced along.
“Did she just…?” Gambol asked, looking at her retreating backside.
Another GCDer shrugged. “I don’t know what you were going to say, but I think we still need to be there when she enters jail.”
“Right,” Gambol said, and moved the pack of GCDers along to the jail to follow after Dayne. She marched along, and they ran to catch up with her.
When they got to the jail, she was fumbling with the keys to open the cell door. The occupants could hear her trying to get in, and they thought someone was coming to break them out.
Even Wren stopped from stabbing Trick in the arm to look at the door expectantly.
“Roy,” Buzz said, looking up at the CK who had taken residence on a tall stack of crates. “Did you have arrangements to get us out of here?”
“No,” Roy said, but he seemed uninterested in the door. “Wren,” he pointed out, “Your prey is getting away from you.”
Trisk shot Roy a hateful glare as Wren looked back at the man, who was scrambling to get up and away from her.
“No you don’t, Noodle!” She said gleefully, stabbing him in the leg.
On the outside, Dayne was still struggling with the keys to the cell. “Here,” Gambol said, taking the keys from her hands. “It’s the gold one. We made it out of some spoon we found that apparently some early criminals used to escape the cell. It just seemed funny at the time.” He shrugged, and let her in. Dayne thanked him with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, and walked into the cell.
“Hi guys! I’m here to noodle…” she said, drifting off in mid-sentence when she saw was going on. Everyone but Roy was looking at her again.
“So you’re the kid who couldn’t find the right key,” MonJ said, looking at her.
“I guess…?” She said, looking at them all.
“Idiot,” Fortenra mumbled, sitting on a crate marked “JAM.”
“Now now, Fort, be nice to the girl,” Salvinorin said, walking up to her. “You’re one of Roy’s friends, aren’t you? You look all prepared for a hunt, although I have to warn you, Wren doesn’t like company.”
“Wren loves me, she’ll let me hunt!” Dayne said happily.
Belle shook her head. “It’s not that easy.”
“Wren is very territorial,” Vlad added. “Once, while she was sleeping, Kitty jumped over her, and Wren woke up and stabbed her in the leg repeatedly. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Wren left Kitty alone to heal, though, because a noodle that badly injured isn’t worth hunting, apparently.” The others murmured in agreement, save for Roy and Kitty. Kitty was in the corner, lying on some old blanket that someone had donated, with her leg wrapped up in a cloth bandage they had found in the crates. Kashi sat next to her, sleeping.
“Wren likes me!” Dayne repeated, frowning.
“NEW NOODLE!” Wren screamed, charging at Dayne with her tweezers held high. Dayne stared at her, and then began to run.
“Help!” she screamed.
“It’s our initiation,” Alpha said in response to her request. Merri nodded in agreement, touching her tweezer wounds tenderly.
The GCDers, on the other hand, could not afford to play a game of Tweezer and Noodle. They still had an uneasy feeling about them… What if she WASN’T the sniper?
Gambol was one of the few who seriously doubted she wasn’t, though. He had his suspicions, and Dayne had not been one of them. He hadn’t even voted for her. He sat in his living room, staring blankly at the TV, trying to figure out a way to get his suspicious person jailed.
“Maybe I could frame them…” He muttered. “Or maybe, if they killed me, people would vote for them as sniper?” He said. He didn’t like this idea very much, but it was a possibility.
The Sniper was sitting in a house across the street. The house was empty, thanks to the CK. He had killed said person a long time ago, and the Sniper was taking advantage of this fact. They saw Gambol deep in thought, probably thinking Dayne wasn’t the Sniper.
Or maybe there was actually something worthwhile to watch on TV.
“Nah,” the Sniper mumbled. “That’s not it. But he is right…. She wasn’t the Sniper.”
They took aim from the opened window, and fired two shots in quick succession. One bullet missed, and the other connected to his head.
The Sniper was getting much better at headshots.
They closed the window quickly, and made their way to the back of the house. They discarded their cloak and gun at their own house before going to join the crowd. Luckily, they were neither the first nor the last ones there.
“Oh God,” someone said, looking at the shattered glass and dead body. “He… He’s dead.”
“The Sniper is still on the loose.”
It was all the Sniper could do to suppress a grin.
#1, Chaotic lmagination, was jailed.
#30, Gambol, was shot.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:07 pm
Day SIXTEEN - BUNNEH SNIPERZ
A cackle rang throughout the town as the small mob of GCDers came banging on Satius’s door. They all look frightened, and wondered if they had found their killer. And if they had, wouls she shoot them all dead in a second?
Maybe finding the killer was a bad idea after all…
Mylian opened the door cautiously, deciding that if anyone was going to go first, it might as well be him. If she was the Sniper and decided to shoot, he would sacrifice himself to let the rest of them run.
“Satius?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!”
Mylian gulped. “Satius?” He said again, peeking around the door into the living room.
And there Satius stood, dressed like a bunny in flippers holding a gun.
“COME, SHERISE SHANNON ESCOT THE THIRD OF BRIZEMBOP CHINA! WE MUST FLY AWAAAAAAAAAAAY!” Mylian could see the gun taped to the bear’s paw, and wondered how the backpack help it up so well.
The rest of the GCDers stood outside impatiently, waiting for Mylian’s assessment of the situation. Obviously, he wasn’t going to die.
But he was too engrossed in the now dancing bunny to hear their angry mumbles.
“Uh, guys,” he said finally. “I think she’s just crazy. You know, insane in the membrane.” Mylain let them all inside, and they saw for themselves the crazy BUNNY SNIPER.
With a collective sign, the mob made their way over to the crazy girl, and clipped handcuffs onto her wrists. Oh well, at least they wouldn’t have to worry about her trying to kill ghosts or eat the moon now.
“SHERISE SHANNON ESCOT THE THIRD OF BRIZEMBOP CHINA! Where have you gone?” Satius said, looking all around for her pandy pack as they dragged her to jail.
“It’s still on your chest,” Mylian said, shaking his head. All that rouble, for this crazy girl.
“EW! YOU PERVERT! DON’T LOOK AT MY CHEST!” Satius said, throwing her arms and big, fake, plasti filfe across her chest.
Mylian flushed. “I didn’t… It wasn’t…”
The other GCDers snickered as they came upon the jail. Mylian just frowned, and shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Aww, shuddup,” he mumbled, and opened the door for Satius to be thrown in.
The Bunny Sniper went in without a fight, ready to wreak havoc on the jail mates. But someone had already begun to do that.
“Noodle!” two voices shouted. Satius looked at Wren, who was coming at her, and Chaotic, who was chasing MonJ with a katana.
“CHAOTIC! I am not a noodle!” MonJ yelled as she poked him in the back with her katana. “CATS ARE NOT NOODLES!” He whimpered as she stabbed him again.
But Satius was more concerned with the giant tweezers coming her way. “NOODLE?” Wren asked, stopping in front of the Bunny Sniper.
“Sherise?” Satius asked, looking at Wren. It was almost as if they could feel the insane radiation off of the other one, and Wren grinned.
“Hello!” she said, putting down the tweezers and holding out her hand.
“Hola!” Satius said, taking Wren’s hand and shaking it.
The CK Lord, as he was affectionately known by the jail mates, laughed as the two hunters made an alliance. Chaotic and MonJ took no notice.
Wren picked up her tweezers again, and this time, ran after Kashi. He groaned, and hid behind Vlad.
“Whaaa?” Vlad asked, looking at Kashi, and then at Wren. “GOD, NO!” he yelled, scrambling to get Kashi in front of him. But it was too late. Wren and her tweezers had attacked.
Satius smiled, and pulled out a small dagger from the pandy pack. She attached it onto her toy rifle like a bayonet, and laughed.
Time to go hunting…
Outside of the jail, the GCDers were running to get back to heir houses. Even if they felt confident about the jailing, their luck so far had proven that it probably wasn’t the Sniper they jailed.
Of course, they would be right. The Sniper backed away from the group as they ran, heading into the home in which they stored some weapons. Others dispersed as their homes came into view, and the Sniper pulled on their cloak and grabbed their rifle.
They snuck through back yards of abandoned homes until they came upon the home of Mylian. He was pacing in his kitchen, a clear shot from the back year through the back door. The Sniper took aim, and pulled the trigger.
Miss.
“Damn,” they mumbled. Mylian’s eyes widened, but instead of running like a sane person, he walked toward the back door cautiously.
“Sniper? Are you our there?”
“Idiot!” The Sniper said, and pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet connected, and Mylian crumpled, dead.
With a few GCDers remaining, the Sniper grinned as they walked home. This was turning out to be a bad horror movie for them, wasn’t it?
#32, Satius, was jailed.
#22, Mylian, was shot.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:09 pm
Day SEVENTEEN - Game Over!
Just Kidding!
“Ugh, I feel kinda funny,” Wren said, taking a break from poking people with her tweezers. It was becoming quite the show for Roy, and many of the jailed peoples lay on the ground, groaning.
Roy looked over at Wren. “What’s wrong? You getting tired of hunting?” The people on the ground held their breath, waiting for a good answer. Any answer that meant they would be free from the worst hunter of them all.
But Wren didn’t respond. Her face went blank for a moment, and then, like magic, she was grinning darkly. That grin reminded them all horribly of Aine, their deceased NR, and her habit to stab people with pointy things.
“IT’S STABBY TIME!” Wrine (Get it? Wren and Aine? *shot*) said, charging at Merriweather. The girl whimpered, and began running.
At that exact moment, the GCDers had come upon two conclusions: One, they were still not safe from the sniper, and two, Ardent Fang WAS the Sniper.
Ardent’s eye twitched as they came upon this conclusion. How did they figure it out? All of them had an ‘a’ in their name, too! It was just unheard of! Why, before, he wasn’t even suspicious!
“Come on, Ardent,” Unphotographable said, sighing. Bringing killers into jail was getting old fast, and he just wanted to go back to not having to worry about being shot every day. Once they caught the Sniper, he had decided that he was going to get out of here as fast as possible.
“I’M NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT, YOU GCDERS!” he screamed, backing himself up to try and escape them. They just moved after him, watching as he backed himself into a wall.
Seconds later, Ardent was standing there, hands braced against the wall of someone’s house, glaring at the GCDers. Unphotographable moved forward.
“You’re trapped, Ardent. Come with us.”
Ardent grinned, and executed a well aimed kick into Unphotographable’s groin. Even though his skin looked as hard as marble, there was nothing that hurt more than being kicked in the balls.
Said person doubled over, clutching their inflamed groin, and panted heavily, trying not to scream, as Ardent ran out. The rest of the GCDers ran after him, trying to get him into jail.
Well, all except one.
“Mmmm, I hate to kick someone when they’re down, but… It was just too good a chance. They won’t notice I’ve left, and you’ll be dead.” Unphotographable’s eyes opened wide as the Sniper pulled out their trusty pistol.
He was scared. “N..no…” he moaned, still clutching his tender area.
“Y-Yes,” The Sniper said, grinning. “I know you must feel jipped that I’m not killing you with my rifle, but it would have been too hard to lug around this entire time.” The Sniper looked down at the victim.
“Any last words?” The Sniper asked, aiming the pistol at Unphotographable’s head.
“My… Balls… hurt…” he said, and The Sniper pulled the trigger. Unphotographable was dead before the Sniper had even got to the door.
They tucked away their little gun, and ran double time to catch up with the little group.
“ARDENT!” someone screamed as the Sniper joined them, once again. “STOP!” they commanded.
So he did.
The GCDers were not expecting that at all, and so some of them came to a hard stop, while the ones behind them crashed into them. Only a few people were left standing, and those ones jumped on Ardent. He went down without a fight, and the GCDers made one giant dog pile on him.
“We’ve got you!” someone shouted, pulling him up. The small mob of remaining players jostled him to the jail, and threw him in.
Inside the jail was worse than outside. It was rather cramped, considering the large amount of people AND crates that had gathered over the days. Adrent looked around, watching Satius and Chaotic scream as they chased Buzz, weapons held high.
Roy was sitting on the crates, watching Wrine (*shot again*) chase down two people at once. She was doing better on her own than Satius and Chaotic has been doing recently. Wren chased Kitty and Fort, running after them, stabbing them with her tweezers and newly acquired katana.
After Kitty fell down, Wren poked Fort in the leg, causing him to fall. “NOODLE… STABBY TIME!” She yelled, having a conflict of spirits. She lunged at Belle, qho quickly moved out of the way and kicked Wrine in the gut.
“Not today, hunter lady. I’m not in the mood.”
Roy laughed at the scene before him as Belle slumped back to the ground and Wrine got up, taking that to mean that she wasn’t going to kill this noodle just yet.
“Good riddance,” one of the GCDers said as they shut the cell door, brushing their hands of the dirt that caked them because of the fall. The rest of the GCDers mumbled in agreement, and went home.
They thought they were safe.
Until they found the body.
#56, Unphotographable, was shot
#21 Ardent Fang was jailed
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:16 pm
Day EIGHTEEN - Oh Contraire
A long sigh emanated from the mouth of Blonde Haired Kid. He had been up all night trying to write a novel describing the circumstances of the town. It would be his next big hit. After all, after singing and acting, there wasn’t much else someone of his caliber could do to expand their career.
‘Lightning flashed across the sky as they dragged the man, Kashi, to jail. Little did he know that his one true love, the cunning News reporter, Aine Chievious, would be dead in the next few hours. She wept ears of sadness as he was pulled toward the jail.
“AINE! I CAN NEVER LET YOU GO!”
“KASHI! KASHI, MY LOVE! I’LL SEE YOU AGAIN SOMEDAY! Once they find you are innocent, there is no way they can keep you in that jail cell, darling!” She screamed, reaching out toward him. Her friends restrained her, trying to keep her from running to jail, as well.
Rain poured down to hide the tears coming from his eyes as she got the feeling that he would never see her again. “I love you,” he mumbled.’
BHK frowned. This was going to be a lot harder than it looked.
“SNIPER! We know you’re in there!” The last of the GCDers banged on is door. BHK stood up, confused by this. Sniper? Hmmm?
The door came tumbling down, and the GCDers rushed in. “We’ve caught you, Sniper!” they shouted.
BHK threw them another confused look. They just narrowed their eyes, and ran toward him. He stood there.
“You’re coming with us to the jailhouse, mister!” Luna Amatista said, clipping the handcuffs on his wrists.
“But… But… Well, I guess it is the fashionable thing to do for celebrities. Going to jail is in now. And this will be perfect inspiration for my book! ”BHK: Innocent Man in Jail’. I can imagine it on the top of the best sellers list now!”
The GCDers just shook their heads. Again with the celebrity stuff… He was always going on about his days before Sniperville, when he was a great star. When would he realize hey knew he was lying?
“BHK… you’re not famous!” Luna pointed out as they began walking to the jail. He went without a fight.
“Oh contraire,” he said, smiling brightly. “I am a celebrity. I just needed to get out of the limelight for a while to work on my book! You know how it is.”
“Right.”
The rest of the short trip to jai laws uneventful, and BHK went in with his head held high once they unlocked the cuffs.
The GCDers were not surprised at the image they saw before the door was shut. It seemed like it was more safe to be picked off one by one outside of jail than to be in there, getting attacked by ‘hunters.’
The jail itself was a scene to behold. BHK gasped in delight; this would make a great addition to his novel. It would provide just the right amount of humor to keep the entire thing from sounding like a soap opera.
“I can see it now! A movie being made out of my autobiography, the #1 best seller, “BHK: My Life in the Insane Jail.’ Or maybe, just ‘My life, by BHK’. Now that would be a creative, original title for any autobiography.”
The jail mates who were not hunters had dragged crates over to one corner of the jail cell and made a fort out of it. They were using small, round objects and some mice to keep Wrine, Chaoturtle, and Satius at bay.
Roy had the rest of the crates arranged to look like a throne, and has handmade a sign that said, “CK Lord, lolol.”
At the sound of the door opening, all three hunters turned toward BHK. He shivered under their glare.
“ATTACK!” Satius said, and they ran at him.
“BHK! In here!” Buzz said, motioning toward the fort.
“But they’ll just follow me in!” BHK pointed out as he ran toward the fort.
Buzz smiled. “Don’t worry. We’ll just throw Fortenra out of this fort here.”
“WHAT?” Fort yelled, looking at Buzz. But it was too late; Buzz and Vlad, along with Belle, MonJ, and Kashi, hoisted Fort over the side and out into the clearing.
BHK jumped in. Fort tried to, but they all pushed him back out. Wrine ran toward him, tweezers and katana in the air. “GOTCHA!”
Fort whimpered, and ran.
“Resistance is futile,” Chaoturtle said ominously.
Luna sat at her computer, wondering if BHK was a real celebrity or not.
She went to Gaggle, and typed in “Blonde Haired Kid.”
‘Teen idol Blonde Haired Kid has gone missing. His people released a statement saying “He has gone away for his own health. Being in the limelight for so long wasn’t good for his skin.’
“See, he was a celebrity,” Luna said.
For the last few days, Luna had been getting on the Sniper’s nerves. Now, to kill her… The gun was raised, and the Sniper took aim at Luna’s head. They were on her second story, while she sat in the living room.
Ready…
Luna continued to read random stories and biographies on BHK.
Set…
She didn’t hear a thing, even when it was too late. The Sniper was getting much better at being stealthy.
SHOOT. She fell out of her chair, blood splattered on her screen and the desk before her. Within seconds, Luna was dead, and the Sniper was escaping.
Only a few more to go.
#10, Luna Amatista, was Sniped
#57, Blonde Haired Kid, was jailed
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:17 pm
Day NINETEEN - 2 Left
A grin found it’s way on the Snipers face as the victim, Azrael Makar, slept soundly. With only four people left in the town, it was getting harder and harder to kill people without being found out.
It was a miracle the Sniper had made it this far.
They pulled out their pistol, to be used for the last time today. Tomorrow, if they didn’t get voted out, the other person would meet their doom with a rifle to the face.
How… fun.
The Sniper bent over Azrael, and stuck the pistol onto his forehead.
“Too easy,” they sighed.
Much too easy. The Sniper had expected people on to on high alert, up at all tiems of the night, waiting for death to come. Then again, them being awake never stopped the Sniper before, so why should they want their victims to be awake, now?
Azrael stirred, but did not wake up. The Sniper pulled the trigger, and…! He was dead. The blood splattered everywhere, including on the Snipers clothes.
“Awww, damn it. Now I’ve got to take another shower before we meet to throw someone in jail,” they said, leaving the house they were in and heading back to their own.
Later that day, the remaining three gathered in the square.
“Shouldn’t we wait for Azrael?” someone said.
“No,” Fiibii-chan said pleasantly.”I think I’m the sniper!”
“I agree!”
“So I get handcuffs?
“Sure!” The remaining two said, slapping handcuffs on the girl. They grabbed one arm wach, and walked her to jail.
“I’m so excited,” she said, making conversation on her way to the place of doom. “I’ve heard fun things about being in jail. It will be much more entertaining in there than out here with you two! I mean, no offense, but you guys are kinda boring. All nervous the Sniper will get you guys. Unless one of you is the sniper. Which you probably are. I bet Azrael’s dead. That would make sense, seeing as he’s not here.”
Fiibii just kept on talking, even though one of the GCDers made a nervous glance at the other, who was happily strolling along, not listening. Where they really the sniper? Was Azrael really dead…?
Finally, they reached the jail, unlocked the handcuffs, and opened the door. Fiibii looked in, smiling at the utter chaos that was going on in there.
“Yay!” she exclaimed, jumping in.
And it was indeed chaos.
Roy had somehow or another lost his crates to Fort, who made his own fort. He had a flag with a picture of a muffin on it, and he kept people away with his fork, which had previously been in his arm. Roy was standing in the fort with Fort, yelling at him.
“I WANT MY CRATES BACK, FORT. YOU DON’T NEED OT MAKE A FORT WITH THEM!”
But Fort wasn’t listening; rather, he was waging war on the other fort by throwing old fruit he had found in one of the smellier crates. A few stragglers had taken up residence in his fort, while the others had taken in the hunters and were using them to threaten Fort’s fort.
“WE WILL NEVER GIVE IN!” Fort yelled, throwing a pear that hit Vlad in the face. Buzz got mad, and sent Satius to go stab Alpha with her gun.
She successfully stabbed Alpha’s hand, and laughed gleefully as she made her way over to Buzz’s fort.
“THIS IS WAAAAAAAAAAR!” MonJ shouted from Fort’s fort.
Fiibii looked on, amused that a few days in jail had turned these people into crazed war mongers. Or just crazed people.
BHK laughed from Buzz’s fort. “If it’s war, then we will win!”
Fiibii made her way over to Buzz’s fort, and climbed in.
Roy climbed out of Forts fort. He pulled some of the crates they used for protecting, and made them into a not so grand chair.
“Buzz,” Roy said calmly. “Please kill Fortenra for taking my throne.”
“Will do, Roy,” Buzz said, smirking darkly at Fort.
“Will do.”
#15, Fiibii-chan, was jailed.
#55, Azrael Makar, was Sniped.
2 remain.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 5:44 pm
Day TWENTY - Finale. <3
The Sniper approached the house of the last remaining member. It was a weird feeling for them, knowing that it was all over. Tonight, the victor would be decided.
Their rifle was strapped to their back, but they did not bother to wear a cloak. Why should they?
The last GCDer opened their door, a defiant gleam in their eyes. They were not going down without a fight; this Sniper had another thing coming if they were under the impression that the GCDer was just going to roll over and die.
“You’re going to jail,” Kimilia said, pulling out the handcuffs.
“I highly doubt that,” xDarkxGenjutsux said, smiling. Kimi lunged for his wrists as he went for his rifle; The handcuffs clicked into place, but it was too late. Dark had already gotten the gun.
Kimi grabbed the chain in the middle, pulling him toward her, and making him drop the gun.
He cursed, she smiled. “You’ll really wish you hadn’t done that, Kimilia,” Dark said gravely.
“No, I won’t. I means I’ve won. The GCDers have won!”
“What GCDers? Look around, you’re the only one left. You’re on your own. There is no one else to enjoy your victory with. What good will it do to be all alone?”
Kimi stared at him, but quickly turned her glance away. “I won’t be alone. The people in jail… I’ll release them!”
“But you’re going to send me to jail. And don’t forget, Roy is in jail, too,” Dark countered.
“I’ll leave you two in there! And then the remaining people can live happily forever!”
“But do you really want that? I mean, you will never be happy, even with Roy and me gone. Your friends have died, and the ones that survived, you helped to throw in jail. They won’t want you around anymore. You really want that kind of life?”
“If it means living, then yes. Yes I do!” Kimi said defiantly.
Dark laughed. “Too bad,” he said. In the time it took for the conversation to take place, and while Kimi was staring at something else, Dark had grabbed his rifle.
“B…but! You have on handcuffs!” she said when he pushed the gun into her face. Her legs were frozen in fear, and she couldn’t move.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t move my hands. It just means I can’t more them too far.” With his hands in an uncomfortable closeness on the rifle, Dark slipped his finger onto the trigger. Kimi stared in horror as he smiled.
She shook as he pulled the trigger. The bullet exploded into her brain, and she died.
Dark was covered in blood, but he didn’t care. “Key… Key…” he mumbled, touching her pockets. Nothing! Damn! She must have left it down in the jail. Stupid girl.
He lifted the rifle, carrying it awkwardly on account of his still cuffed hands, and walked toward the jail.
Oh well… He needed to go down there, anyway. He was supposed to break Roy out, according to the plan.
Upon his arrival to jail, Dark dropped the rifle on the empty desk, and searched for the right key. “No…” he mumbled as he went through all the keys on the incredibly full ring. What were they thinking when they got all these keys?
Finally, he came upon the key for the cuffs, and unlocked one piece of metal at a time. Letting the handcuffs fall to the floor, Dark grabbed his rifle, and got the big, golden key for the jail door.
The cell door swung open, and Roy glanced at him. “Oh, thank god. I was thinking maybe Kimilia would win. That would have ruined our plan.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But I’m here. Get everyone you want.”
“Right,” Roy said, jumping off of his crates. “Buzz, Wren, Satius, Chaotic, Kitty, and Kashi, get over here. Your, er, CK lord wishes to speak with you.” The six people named walked up to the CK Lord, leaving the others fighting their war.
“What do you want?” Buzz asked, looking at Roy.
Roy spoke in a low, hushed tone. “Okay, we’re breaking out. You six, get out of here. Now.”
Five of them shook their heads, and stared walking out. Buzz stared at Roy as the CK turned his back. “Buzz, are you coming?”
“Yeah, just a second!” Buzz called. Roy shrugged his shoulders, and walked toward Dark.
“Dude, you look terrible. Are you covered in blood?”
Dark looked down to inspect himself. “Ugh, yeah. I forgot… Kimi’s death was, uhh, a little too close for comfort.” He grinned, and Roy just shook his head.
“For a Sniper, you seemed to get more bloody that me. And I’m the crazed one, here.”
“Sure, sure.”
Buzz came walking up, dragging Vlad along with him. “If I’m going, Vladdy-kins comes too!” Buzz said, pulling on Vlad’s sleeve. Vlad looked a like he was being violated, but didn’t say a word.
“Is that everyone?” Roy said, looking a little annoyed with Buzz’s addition. “No one else just haaaas to bring someone?”
Chaotic looked at the ground. “Err… Can we get BHK, too?”
“FINE.” Roy said, annoyance coloring his voice. “BHK. HERE. NOW.”
BHK came up obediently. Roy shoved him out the door. He took one last look inside. “Whelp, bye guys!”
The rest of the jailmates looked up. “Whaaa?” they said in unison. Roy grinned, and then slammed the door. Screams of unfairness were heard, along with the pounding of feet.
“HURRY. KEY.”
Dark threw Roy the key, and he locked it before any more of the jailed peoples could get out.
As they walked out of the jail, Dark smiled triumphantly. “Well, there was our big finish,” Dark said.
Roy paused, and looked at him. “But… You said, go out with a bang, right?”
Dark looked at him, obviously confused. “Yeah, and breaking people out of jail was a big bang. Plus, Kimilia’s death kinda exploded, too, so there was my big bang. Why?”
Roy looked back at the jail. “Well… uhh… Shittt… You guys might want to run. Fast.”
The freed jail mates and Dark stared at him, but did what he said anyway. Roy ran with them.
“Roy… What did you do…?” Dark said, looking at the CK.
Roy grinned sheepishly. “Well, this was my interpretation of going out with a bang. Lets call it, CK style.” Suddenly, a large bang was heard from behind them, and everyone turned around. The jail had exploded.
Dark and the rest of them stood there, silently staring.
“T…thanks for saving us, then,” Buzz said.
“Wow. Pretty fire,” Wren said, watching the jail go up in smoke.
Dark looked over at Roy, who was watching in amazement at his own creation. “Roy…”
“Isn’t it marvelous?”
Kashi shook his head. “You, sir, are one crazy killer.”
“I know,” Dark and Roy said at the same time.
“But it all works out in the end,” Roy said, glancing over at Dark, who was now laughing at the strangeness of the whole situation.
“That it does, my friend. That it does.”
GAME OVER!
Sniper won!
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