Maxwell just couldn't believe it at first... Of all the hundreds of people on this damn island who could have bumped into him it had to be Vera. That callous bitch he'd mistaken for an innocent virgin back at the prom, the same girl who'd introduced him to Reiko in the first place...
Speaking of Reiko, it didn't take long for the little cow to take the opportunity to deliver a painful kick to the shins and make a run for it.
"AAARK, YOU BITCH!"
He immediately fell to his knees in pain, dropping his gun as he held his shin in agony. A scowl appeared on his features as he looked to his right to find Reiko attempting to make a run for it, obviously scared out of her wits. Whilst he was glad to find that he'd finally intimidated the disrespectful slut in fleeing for her life, the fact still remained that she'd still yet to meet her maker.
NO! Damnit, I can't let you get away THAT easily!
He scrambled his way over to where the shotgun lay and picked it up, cocking it and taking aim before taking a shot at Reiko's fleeing body. As anticipated, the recoil was powerful...
Very powerful... No wonder that blonde idiot earlier had fallen flat on his back. If Maxwell hadn't of braced himself, he'd of fallen over too. Of course, how strong the recoil was wasn't exactly a top priority for him at that moment... What was on the other hand was the fact that he'd completely missed her.
NO! I'll not let this happen! Not when I was so damn CLOSE!
He fired off another three shots in quick concession, each completely missing their target before he finally gave up on chasing her down. There wasn't any point now. She was fast, he'd give her that. A complete and utterly repulsive dyke yes, but a fast dyke at that. Chasing after her now would be both a waste of time and bullets. Besides... She clearly hadn't any morals left in her. Left to her own devices Maxwell was certain that she'd end up thinning out the competition all on her own. Which would mean less work for Maxwell in the long run... Yes, that sounded much better then letting her get away mostly unscathed.
Anyway... May as well scrap this useless bastard of a thing. Fecking thing's more trouble then its worth... Hmm, Vera had a gun didn't she? Perhaps that could make for a suitable replacement.
He tossed the shotgun into a bush carelessly, unaware of the fact that there was still one bullet remaining inside it, before waltzing towards where Vera lay. Sure enough, still clutched in her hands was what looked to be a very dangerous looking submachine gun...
Ahh... perfect
He reached his hand out, intending to inspect in closer... Only, when he tried to pry it off her supposedly dead fingers he was surprised to find them still clutching the gun hard, refusing to let go no matter how hard he tugged. It took him a short moment to realise that, as it turned out, Vera wasn't quite as dead as he'd first assumed...
"Well, seems you still have some life in you... Could you kindly let go please?" he said, looking into her scowling face.
She stared back at him with hateful eyes, furious of the fact that not only had he actually shot her in the chest, but that he was now about to steal
her gun! Her only salvation... The only thing that had saved her life back at the ranger station from that psycho Kevin Harding! No way was she going to give that up without a fight... Especially not to Maxwell Lombardi of all people.
"Go to hell asshole!" she replied bitterly, spitting out blood as she did so.
"Oh no my dear, i'm afraid YOU are the one whose going to hell here..." he replied with a devilish grin.
"Me?!? YOU'RE the bastard who tried to take advantage of me back at the prom!"
"Oh come on, you weren't exactly an innocent little virgin either now, where you?"
She gritted her teeth in frustration. As much as she hated to admit it, what he said was true. She HAD taken advantage of whom she assumed to be some harmless idiot. A harmless idiot who was now trying to take away her last chance off this island after literally
shooting her! In some ways, she wasn't any better then him... No, thats not true. She had the chance to kill somebody, but she'd consciously chosen not to. She wasn't a murderer damnit! She WASN'T!
But Maxwell was, she could see that now. He WAS a murderer. He WAS a killer. That same boy who'd she allowed herself to sleep with that night was now a raging psychopath, and all she was to him now was yet another tick on his slowly growing list of murders...
"Now then, I'll say it again
one last time... Could you,
kindly, let go of the gun now..."
She smiled defiantly back at him.
"Like I said, go to he..."
CRACK!
Before she could finish her sentence, Maxwell stamped on her delicate hand as hard as he possibly could. She screamed in agony as she withdrew it away from him, grasping the broken bones in her hand tenderly as tears of pain wet her cheeks.
"There, I told you so..." he said as he stood up, moving away from her as he inspected his newly acquired gun.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKER MAXWELL! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!"
"Such language... If only your brother could be here now to hear you say such things on live television. Then again, if he WAS here then he would of given me that thump to the face he'd promised me the last time we met..."
She remembered her brother saying that... After she and Maxwell had done their dirty business together and realised how much they had both been lying to each other the whole time, they had almost immediately gotten into an argument. The argument quickly heated up and before she knew it, one wrongly phrased insult and he's slapped her right in the face. Seconds later her brother came in, and being the overprotective sibling he was threatened to punch Maxwell right there and then. She should have told him what had just happened... Should have told him the truth. But she was too embarrassed by the whole thing to confess to what had just happened. So instead of getting his just desserts, Maxwell had gotten away scott free... If she HAD confessed, then maybe she could have gotten him excluded from the trip. Could have stopped this all from happening in the first place...
"...Only, he's not here now...
Is he? No, he's far away watching this on TV with the rest of your sad family. And guess what,
none of them can do a damn thing about it... And neither can you."
She didn't reply that time... Instead, she just wept tears of anguish. Tears for her family. Tears for herself. But most of all, tears for her friends... Her friends who were still out there somewhere, probably hiding away from psychopaths like Maxwell. What was Sarah doing right now for one? Was she alright? How did she take the news of hearing that Reiko was now a mass murderer? How would she take the news of hearing about her own imminent death? She hoped that perhaps they could have met one last time, shared opinions on the nature of the game or something before they would be forced against each other... But as it seems, that wouldn't be the case. And like Maxwell said, there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
As the Englishman picked up his pistol from the floor, a though suddenly occurred. What if it had been damaged in the fall? He didn't know much about firearms, but he knew enough to know that if you screw around with one long enough its not going to work again...
Hmm, guess there IS one way to find out if this damn thing still works...
Then, without a moments hesitance, he turned around and fired a single shot at the weeping girl a few metres away from him.
She stopped weeping after that.
Ahh, works perfectly. Good...
After that, he gathered up all his stuff and left, stopping by the place where Vera's bag lay to pick up the spare ammunition she'd left behind. After that, he made he left the scene of the tragedy that had just occurred behind him. Not feeling the least bit guilty about what he'd just done as he whistled a tune on his way.
((Maxwell Lombardi continued in
Your Cross to Bear))
Vera on the other hand, didn't make a sound. Not a solitary thing... Instead, she just lay there motionlessly. A gaping hole where her left eye was supposed to be which bled freely all over the ground.
G057 - VERA OSBORNE: DECEASED