"Woah, hey now!" Huy replied, backing a little bit towards the door. He still couldn't see this girl, and for all he knew she was packing heat. Huy was a fairly brave guy, but at that moment he was seriously contemplating bolting back out the door and trying his luck somewhere else. This l...

((continued from This Old House )) Huy had made real good time. He'd walked all the way to the small town at the center of the island in nothing flat. Well, maybe an hour or two...still good time. He had been on his toes the whole way there, managing yet again to avoid any contact with anyone. Maybe...

Mari's choke hold immediately released and she let out an awful, horrifying wail that crawled into Bryan's ear and kicked at his brain with a pair of golf cleats. With the knife out of his face he instinctively grabbed onto the hammer with his free arm and wrenched harder. Mari kept screaming, but c...

(O.O.C: Permission to control Mari a wee bit!) In retrospect Bryan should've looked behind him first, because as he sat up (with much discomfort) and reached for his weapon, he saw Mari's arm fly by him and less than a moment later felt it wrap around his throat from behind. He fumbled desperately f...

Another shot of pain, this one in his side, informed Bryan that he'd been stabbed again. Oww. This time though he was able to successfully grab her wrist though, and although the hammer had missed he grabbed ahold of her with his arm as she got up. They struggled. Exhausted as he was it didn't take ...

Bryan would have spat when Mari rattled off her delusional idea of what could have been, but his mouth was dry. Also he had a headache. Starving. There was a slug buried somewhere he couldn't see or even reach. For all he knew if he tried to gather any saliva he might just swallow his tongue. "...

It was funny Mari asked, because regardless of how he'd felt about hitting girls before Bryan couldn't begin to describe how absolutely justified this felt. There wasn't a mite of conflict in his head about it. Mari had fucking killed Tori, damn right he was hitting her. He'd kill her. He'd make her...

Bryan didn't stop to marvel that his trump card had worked, although since he hadn't figured it would he had no further strategy. He raised the hammer but Mari charged him screaming like a banshee and he abandoned the attack halfway through. She was so fucking fast. She'd always been. He'd never had...

Mari kept the verbal abuse coming, which stung but at least gave some vague indication that she was confident enough not to plug him right away. Comforting as that was, it guaranteed nothing. His ace in the hole was total shit. He doubted it would work. She was quick to approach him, and unfortunate...

Another shot rang out behind him, but this time it was accompanied by a sudden blinding pain high on his back near his left shoulder. He cried out loudly and dropped the SPAS-12, twitching and clawing at the air over his shoulder as if touching the hard-to-reach gunshot wound would do anything but p...

Bryan thought about it as he made his way toward the crook in the hallway. The light from the windows couldn't quite make it around the corner; this had been like a clearing in a dense forest, or the eye of the storm maybe. He was heading back into the dark again, because as unappealing as it was it...

Bryan stood there with an expression of mental anguish plastered on his face as the other boy flipped his lid. Rightfully so, considering he could relate so well to his predicament. He shut his eyes, becoming aware of the dried tears on his face as he tried to shut out the wave of anger directed tow...

Bryan's heart nearly stopped as his opponent fell, pulling the curtains with her in a subconscious effort to stay on her feet. Moonlight flooded through the windows and was momentarily blinding given that his eyes had adjusted to the darker and darker hallways of the school. Bryan threw a hand up an...

Another hail of gunfire returned his way, and Bryan ducked back against the door. He pumped another shell out, but he'd already lost count of how many he still had left. It didn't matter, really. He had a nagging feeling of impending death that would have had him playing much more cautiously if Tori...

The Agram locked; it was out of ammo. Bryan had been ready for this of course, seeing as there had only been one magazine available. He quickly dropped the SMG to the floor with a clatter and grasped at the SPAS-12 over his shoulder, walking quickly down the hallway towards his fallen opponent. It w...