Overkill
Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2019 11:02 pm
((Alessio Rigano continued from 70's Horror Movies 3))
Nighttime was over.
The bloodied, smelly boy walked through the door of the pub and expected to meet someone there, but he was wrong. It was empty. Of course, it's not a dangerzone anymore. He had this place for himself.
Last time he was here he hid in the storage room to attack people. He looked at his bandaged arm and knew he couldn't do that anymore. He should not sword fight. He can't. So he dropped the sword behind the counter. His one functioning arm was not working well enough to threaten anyone with the sword. He cannot properly strike it. His grip was not strong enough, if he'd swing it, his other arm would also hurt. He'd drop the sword sooner than he could hit the target. And he sure won't use his injured one to hold the sword.
So, he had to defend himself in a different way. The fake gun was the obvious choice, but Nixon showed that it didn't do anything if the other person also has a gun.
He had to be creative. Hide somewhere and attack. But this time don't hesitate. Yeah, he should hide behind the counter, he moved behind it and ducked. Then, decided that ducking was too painful for his legs, so he simply sat down. He made a mistake with Dorothy when he took to long to attack her. Perhaps, if he was more quick, she'd have been dead. Surprise is an advantage and he wasted it. He was too weak, too squeamish, not brutal, harsh, cold enough. Dot was a mistake.
Speaking of Dorothy. The announcements told him that Dorothy killed Isabel with other people. What a person. That explained her bloodiness. Blair also began to play, and Alessio was not sure whether he was too biased to judge, but it did not surprise him at all. Killed Rene while she slept. Cruel.
Isabel was dead.
It was a bad sign. They reached halfway, but now things will get slower. Less people will die. They were going to be stuck here for longer. Many names were listed as a killer of Isabel, but as harsh and cruel it sounded, it would've been better if the killers were the dead ones instead of Isabel. It was true, now less students will be killed. This was going to be a long week for the eventual winner. Isabel was dead, Nancy was dead. Now things are slown down. Al did not want that at all.
Alessio would be glad when this hell was over. Or if he's not the winner, the winner will be glad. Being home, being save, not fearing their lives anymore. Sleep tight. Al considered the possibility that it would be worse when home, to evaluate whether it's really worth it to fight. But he saw no bad points at being home again. Not a single point.
But he was not home now and going home perhaps just a fictional goal like going to heaven, a fictional vision he might not experience.
Now, he was behind the counter and had his sword to attack someone with and a fake gun to intimidate in case he needs to create distance between him and the person entering. But, he can't use the sword properly. He had to get creative. He needed something else to surprise attack someone. Al looked around.
Bottles, bottles, glass. He could attack with bottles, but that would just result in him getting beaten up. He can't fistfight anyone.
Then, his eyes stared at the trash can. Oh.
Alessio saw what plastic bags could do in crime movies or thrillers. He was not sure whether he should even try it, as it seemed really...strange.
He grabbed the trash can, his arm already hurt from grabbing it, then pulled out the garbage bag to emit the trash to the floor of the counter.
Now he had an empty garbage bag in his hand, while sitting under the counter.
No mercy.
Nighttime was over.
The bloodied, smelly boy walked through the door of the pub and expected to meet someone there, but he was wrong. It was empty. Of course, it's not a dangerzone anymore. He had this place for himself.
Last time he was here he hid in the storage room to attack people. He looked at his bandaged arm and knew he couldn't do that anymore. He should not sword fight. He can't. So he dropped the sword behind the counter. His one functioning arm was not working well enough to threaten anyone with the sword. He cannot properly strike it. His grip was not strong enough, if he'd swing it, his other arm would also hurt. He'd drop the sword sooner than he could hit the target. And he sure won't use his injured one to hold the sword.
So, he had to defend himself in a different way. The fake gun was the obvious choice, but Nixon showed that it didn't do anything if the other person also has a gun.
He had to be creative. Hide somewhere and attack. But this time don't hesitate. Yeah, he should hide behind the counter, he moved behind it and ducked. Then, decided that ducking was too painful for his legs, so he simply sat down. He made a mistake with Dorothy when he took to long to attack her. Perhaps, if he was more quick, she'd have been dead. Surprise is an advantage and he wasted it. He was too weak, too squeamish, not brutal, harsh, cold enough. Dot was a mistake.
Speaking of Dorothy. The announcements told him that Dorothy killed Isabel with other people. What a person. That explained her bloodiness. Blair also began to play, and Alessio was not sure whether he was too biased to judge, but it did not surprise him at all. Killed Rene while she slept. Cruel.
Isabel was dead.
It was a bad sign. They reached halfway, but now things will get slower. Less people will die. They were going to be stuck here for longer. Many names were listed as a killer of Isabel, but as harsh and cruel it sounded, it would've been better if the killers were the dead ones instead of Isabel. It was true, now less students will be killed. This was going to be a long week for the eventual winner. Isabel was dead, Nancy was dead. Now things are slown down. Al did not want that at all.
Alessio would be glad when this hell was over. Or if he's not the winner, the winner will be glad. Being home, being save, not fearing their lives anymore. Sleep tight. Al considered the possibility that it would be worse when home, to evaluate whether it's really worth it to fight. But he saw no bad points at being home again. Not a single point.
But he was not home now and going home perhaps just a fictional goal like going to heaven, a fictional vision he might not experience.
Now, he was behind the counter and had his sword to attack someone with and a fake gun to intimidate in case he needs to create distance between him and the person entering. But, he can't use the sword properly. He had to get creative. He needed something else to surprise attack someone. Al looked around.
Bottles, bottles, glass. He could attack with bottles, but that would just result in him getting beaten up. He can't fistfight anyone.
Then, his eyes stared at the trash can. Oh.
Alessio saw what plastic bags could do in crime movies or thrillers. He was not sure whether he should even try it, as it seemed really...strange.
He grabbed the trash can, his arm already hurt from grabbing it, then pulled out the garbage bag to emit the trash to the floor of the counter.
Now he had an empty garbage bag in his hand, while sitting under the counter.
No mercy.