“Jonathan! Stop! ” (( Emmett Bunnell continued from Reborn )) His worst fears were confirmed, seeing Jonathan attack Willow with his chainsaw. Adonis’ chainsaw. Marco’s chainsaw. Even though he wasn’t previously superstitious he had more than enough proof from recent events that the damn thing was p...

Eh, figure I’d throw this out there since it’s been a while since he’s died. What would have happened had Marco won? Truth be told, I had no plans of winning with him honestly, at most he’d have been in endgame and on his way out of being fatally injured he’d have been ecstatic, being all “ Wow, so ...

There was a flash of white, and Emmett opened his eyes. It was already the next morning... He was sitting on his knees, curled around the volleygun. His knuckles were white from squeezing the trigger so hard for so long. There were indents of the seven barrels underneath his chin. His whole body ach...

(( Emmett Bunnell continued from Right Now I Feel No Pain )))) Emmett drug the rifle behind him, barrel sliding through the dirt as he walked along through the housing area. He knew he lost Myles’ trail at this point. He didn’t care for some reason. He didn’t know why. He made his way to the infirma...

Emmett stared at the patch of holes next to the window. He missed. No, that was a lie. He hit what he was aiming for, he’d just decided not to end them, and to let them run. Why? They murdered Declyn, and they were going to die anyways, so why did he let them live? Emmett felt sick to his stomach. H...

Hit me up with that asylum nostalgia

Pull the trigger, Emmett. He breathed in. Do it, before they get away! He aimed down the sights even though he really didn’t need to. Kill them like you did Adonis. It’ll be easier. You know it would.

Exhale.

DO IT!

He squeezed the trigger, filling the room with smoke and lead.

As Emmett sensed the mood change, he picked up the pace, scrambling for the doorway. They were ready for him now, and that was fine by him. If they fought back, that’d just make it easier in the end. He still had a long way to go from here anyways. He knew who they were, and to be honest, he was tha...

Oh damn, why'd I not do this?


Marcus 'Blood for the Blood God' Volker:

LOSERS- Chainsaw

Emil the Third's Trip from good vibes to bad vibes to dead:

The Neighborhood- Wiped Out

Emmett having lost his shit:

Don't even gotta say it, you already know.

The sound of a door opening can be heard from outside the room.



It closes. There's the sound of a lock being twisted into place.



Footsteps.

No, Declyn didn’t abandon them after all. This was worse. For a moment, Emmett had doubts. In the time between his talk with Jonathan and the walk here, Emmett thought about if he was making the right choice. For a moment he wanted to give it another chance. Now. Now there was no doubts. He watched ...

Emmett trailed behind Jonathan, an increasing sensation of nervousness running through him. Emmett thought he had nothing left to care about, but clearly he was wrong as there was simply something not right about this whole thing. Where was everyone else? Why did we all split up in the first place. ...

Emmett stopped. He thought about it. He really did. He could just turn around right now and blow Jonathan away like Adonis. Maybe Declyn would stop him. Maybe he’d stab Emmett with Cecil’s knife and that was that. Maybe it’d be over, the way it should’ve been. Did Declyn deserve to be put through th...

“You’re wrong though. It isn’t my choice. That was taken away from me today. Now there’s nothing left for me to do besides this or nothing.” He watched Jonathan bleed out his face. Emmett was used to blood by now, this was nothing compared to the usual. He really didn’t feel guilty about it. He was ...

Emmett stared stonefaced. Jonathan wasn’t getting it. He didn’t see it from Emmett’s point of view. He let him talk because that was all he could do now anyways. Emmett made up his mind. This place was too far gone. Everyone was too far gone. Jonathan tried to bring up someone he knew who died to tr...