They fucked right off and she's a champ,
Stepping from cover, marking her win with a stamp,
Fired the rest of her clip, a real boss gunner,
She's running the game, yeah, number one stunner,
Maybe they left her loot up in the mess,
So she waded through the River, a need to address,
She needed food and supplies to prolong her fate,
She didn't see Claude until it was just too late.
The River to Nowhere
Day One
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Claude kneeled still in his cover of foliage, listening in as footsteps sounded off in different directions. Obviously, the shooter was walkin' 'round like they owned the place, water splashin' around with each step they took, and the rest sounded like they had the sense to run.
On a level, Claude did want to run. Leave this shmuck to someone else. But... they'd shot him, and Grayson wasn't here anymore to get his. He'd save his revenge on Grayson to later.
First, he had to deal with this wannabe killer. The sound was getting closer, and he had to be ready.
His left hand's fingers tensed around the bar; his other an open palm, both were rested against the ground. His breathing was slow and careful. His feet planted against the ground on his toes.
When the sound of water was replaced with the sound of rock and gravel crunching under feet. Claude launched out of his cover and sprinted towards the killer. He aimed his rebar at them, trying to hit them sharply on the head.
It was only then, during that short burst, that he could see that it was Yalli, and she was far taller than him.
Instead, Claude changed plans mid-sprint. With his current speed, he crashed into her, sending them both tumbling close to the river. The idea was to get her down and then focus the rebar on her head; the problem was his rebar went flying out of his hand and into the rocks. Claude quickly got up on his feet and noticed his weapon was gone. During that instant, he could have sworn he'd seen something fly out of her hands, but in his panic, he didn't give it thought. She probably still had her gun and was trying to get up, so he ran towards Yalli, fingers gripping her sweater collar, and pulled her towards the water before straddling her and holding her head beneath the stream.
On a level, Claude did want to run. Leave this shmuck to someone else. But... they'd shot him, and Grayson wasn't here anymore to get his. He'd save his revenge on Grayson to later.
First, he had to deal with this wannabe killer. The sound was getting closer, and he had to be ready.
His left hand's fingers tensed around the bar; his other an open palm, both were rested against the ground. His breathing was slow and careful. His feet planted against the ground on his toes.
When the sound of water was replaced with the sound of rock and gravel crunching under feet. Claude launched out of his cover and sprinted towards the killer. He aimed his rebar at them, trying to hit them sharply on the head.
It was only then, during that short burst, that he could see that it was Yalli, and she was far taller than him.
Instead, Claude changed plans mid-sprint. With his current speed, he crashed into her, sending them both tumbling close to the river. The idea was to get her down and then focus the rebar on her head; the problem was his rebar went flying out of his hand and into the rocks. Claude quickly got up on his feet and noticed his weapon was gone. During that instant, he could have sworn he'd seen something fly out of her hands, but in his panic, he didn't give it thought. She probably still had her gun and was trying to get up, so he ran towards Yalli, fingers gripping her sweater collar, and pulled her towards the water before straddling her and holding her head beneath the stream.
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Claude could hear the gurgling; feel the struggle as she tried to free herself from the sudden waterboarding she was being subjected to. Her limbs tried to flail free from his legs placed on them. Her head tried to escape Claude's left hand digging into her scalp, his other holding her face across the eyes.
He did not want to look at them staring at him from the water. Silently begging.
Claude gritted his teeth, and his breathing turned haggard as the sound eventually quieted down, as her limbs slowed their struggle. The bubbles would soon stop; the same went for her thrashing.
The river continued undisturbed past him and her. He sat there for a bit, hands holding still on her head. Afraid to let go for even a moment.
Carefully, he let go and stood up. His eyes scanned across Yalli's body from top to toe to see if there was any life left.
None.
Claude had killed her, and he didn't need a gun or anything like that to do it.
What he did note, however, was the lack of a handgun; her hands were empty.
He stepped back across the rocks and picked up his rebar that went into his bag. Along the way, he found the missing piece; a good ole' Smith and Wesson. He kept it in his right hand while pocketing whatever ammunition he could find in Yalli's bag. When Claude was done, he dumped it right next to her body; after dragging it out of the water.
He still couldn't look her in the eyes, but at least he didn't leave it in the water. She'd have to take the small blessings he'd give at this point.
"Sorry, Yalli, but that's what happens when you play with fire."
((When it was all said and done, Claude left the river behind. All these people that were here had made what was once calming into a disturbance.))
He did not want to look at them staring at him from the water. Silently begging.
Claude gritted his teeth, and his breathing turned haggard as the sound eventually quieted down, as her limbs slowed their struggle. The bubbles would soon stop; the same went for her thrashing.
The river continued undisturbed past him and her. He sat there for a bit, hands holding still on her head. Afraid to let go for even a moment.
Carefully, he let go and stood up. His eyes scanned across Yalli's body from top to toe to see if there was any life left.
None.
Claude had killed her, and he didn't need a gun or anything like that to do it.
What he did note, however, was the lack of a handgun; her hands were empty.
He stepped back across the rocks and picked up his rebar that went into his bag. Along the way, he found the missing piece; a good ole' Smith and Wesson. He kept it in his right hand while pocketing whatever ammunition he could find in Yalli's bag. When Claude was done, he dumped it right next to her body; after dragging it out of the water.
He still couldn't look her in the eyes, but at least he didn't leave it in the water. She'd have to take the small blessings he'd give at this point.
"Sorry, Yalli, but that's what happens when you play with fire."
((When it was all said and done, Claude left the river behind. All these people that were here had made what was once calming into a disturbance.))