Moose Omelette

[ItzToxie]

Crispy was in the middle of charging Mercy when only a second later, Moose ignited into flames. He stepped back from both of them, the light and heat emitting from Moose stunning him. He glanced between Mercy and Moose.

She actually fucking did it.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?”

She knew what she was doing. This was on purpose.

“Y-YOU PSYCHO BITCH! I’ll fuckin- MOOSE GAWDDAMNIT!”

They had to put Moose out. Crispy wasn’t gonna let him die like this. He ain’t done shit to deserve it. He reached in his bag, grabbing a water bottle.

“Alan! Get Austin’s- get the fuckin jacket and get over here!”

Crispy tried to pour water on Moose. “Keep rolling man, fuck we’re gonna put you out!”

[Catche Jagger]

Alan hadn’t moved or spoken since the conversation had pivoted towards Crispin and Moose. He’d tried to cover for them, but they clearly thought it better to handle Mercy themselves.

It was only when Mercy thrust her arm forward that Alan started to regret the decision. It was a given that Mercy would hurt someone if they couldn’t be delicate, but it was clear now that she was a crazy bitch. Not in the “over-the-hill comedian talks about his wife” sense or as some sort of quirky gimmick. No, she was the sort that sort that sort that got people killed.

Flames erupted from Moose’s core, spreading across his body and Alan found he could do nothing but watch, standing a bit behind Mercy now.

Sink.

“What… what the fuck did you just do?” He breathed, a question directed ahead of him, and spread all about in the chaos that followed.

[Sh4dE]

The blood leaking from his midriff colored the floor while he rolled on. His torso was on fire, as was his arms region. His neck was caught in flames, too, but luckily they haven't reached his head, and thus his vision, yet. His midriff hurt and the fire on his boiling skin was irritating his nerves though he could already feel numbness as a result of the fire burning through his nerves.

He had to get off the asphalt and onto the sand. Crispy got a good idea, too with using a jacket, that'll do too. When Moose spotted what Crispy held in his hand, he began panicking.

"Wait, use san-"

An inferno erupted from the spot the water was poured on and the fire got worse. Way worse. Flames spiked up to the skies and Moose vanished behind a wall of fire.

[ItzToxie]

Burning oil and steam exploded out towards Crispin. He didn’t even have time to blurt out ‘what the fuck’ before getting splashed down as the burning fluids caught him in the face and chest.

Crispin turned, flailing, screaming as he face planted into the sand.

[Pippi]

The beam dissipated, and Mercedes stood hunched over, one foot on the asphalt and one on the sand, as Moose ignited, the oil coating his skin lapping up the heat and bursting into flames. She raised an arm to shield her eyes, face still twisted into a furious scowl, breath shuddering and body shaking, watching as Moose frantically tried to put himself out.

If she could have afforded to, she would have turned the energy levels up even higher, tuned the beam up to punch a hole right through his chest. But she was already reeling from the heat, the walking, the fury coursing through her and the blast that had torched the boy in front of her. It would be enough.

She had two more assholes to deal with, after all.

Mercy barely caught Alan’s words, the ringing inside her skull and the combined screaming of Moose and Crispin almost totally blotting it out. Only the last syllable registered, and she turned to glare at him, sweat streaking down her cheeks and soaking her tank top. She raised her hand as she opened her mouth, wisps of smoke coiling from the crater in her palm.

“I-” she began, trying to figure out on her feet how to answer Alan’s question in a way that wasn’t blindingly obvious.

She never got a chance to work it out as the air at her back erupted, a wave of heat crashing into her and sending her stumbling forwards. Her blood boiled. Her head screeched at her. The feeling in her fingers disappeared.

For a moment, everything turned pitch black.

When she opened her eyes, she was lying on her side, hands pressed into the dirt, vision a blur. She could see the vague form of a column of orange and red standing in the middle of the road, reaching up to the sky, radiating blazing heat. Somewhere inside of that pillar was what remained of Moose Humphreys.

Mercedes got to her feet, barely able to stand upright as her head swam and thudded in fury. She needed to leave. She would goddamn crawl if she had to. Moose’s fate was sealed; so too would hers be if she tried to use her Gift again. Even now, the heat was trying to claim her again. She staggered off the road and out into the wilds surrounding them all. It was slow. It was painful.

It was enough.

((Mercedes Guenther continued in Heart of Fire))

[Sh4dE]

A different figure, not recognizable as Moose, came out running through the flame wall. The skin has been eaten up by flames and turnt to a color close to coal. The skin that had been converted to smoke made it hard for the figure to breathe as it was surrounded by black smoke.

It ran towards the desert, but only managed to take six steps before collapsing to the ground.

S026 - MOOSE HUMPHREYS - DEEP FRIED

[Catche Jagger]

Alan’s question saw Mercy’s attention turned on him, and for a moment he was certain that Crispin and Moose had gotten him killed too. What could be said to a crazed murderer that wouldn’t sound like a lie?

He didn’t have long to think on it, as Moose exploded in a pillar of flame, causing Alan to stumble backwards, falling flat on his ass. He could hear the roaring flames, Crispin’s screams, and watched as Mercy started to get back up and stumble off.

Alan made no move to get back up. Instead, he laid down on his back, staring up at the sky, hands balled into fists, trying to steady his breath.

[ItzToxie]

Hands cupped over his face, Crispin rolled to his back, steam wafting off of him as his fire extinguished. On the ground he could only feel the footfalls of Moose getting further away by a few paces, then stopping, no screaming on his end, no screaming on Alan's, just his own muffled voice bouncing back against his hands.

Moose was dead, that bitch fucking killed him. He rolled to his front again, trying to get up, but the pain was too much. He didn't even want to open his eyes, everything hurt from his forehead down. He felt like he got splashed in the eyes, in the mouth, could even feel burns on his tongue, he screamed into the ground. He brought himself to his knees, face still buried in the sand, as he gripped into the dirt.

He turned his head, and through a blur he saw Alan lying down, Mercy just... fucking leaving. "YOU FUCKING BIIIITCH! YOU SICK FUUUCKING BITCH!" He sat up, shrieking, pointing. "GET BACK! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE! LOOK AT WHAT YOU FUCKING-" He fell into the dirt, screaming again. He turned his head to his right, saw what remained of Moose, still smoking, still burning. He gripped a hand full of sand and tossed it in Mercy's direction. "WE DIDN'T EVEN HURT HIM YOU SICK CUNT! Y-YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!" He choked back a sob, he wasn't gonna look weak. He stood up.

He cupped his hands in his mouth.

"THAT'S GON' CHANGE THOUGH! YOU BETTER HOPE YOU FIND LINCOLN BEFORE I DO! NEXT TIME I SEE HIM, I'M GONNA FUCK HIM IN THE ASS AND MAKE YOU WATCH! YOU HEAR ME BITCH?! WE AIN'T DONE HERE! YOU WANNA SEE ME HURTING PEOPLE! I'LL FUCKIN' SHOW YOU HURT, YOU PUNK ASS BITCH!"

His hand brushed against the tender flesh on his face as he stumbled forward. He realized he had only one of his eyes open. Other pair of lids felt sticky... There was fear, and then- "YOU BETTER BE LISTNIN' BITCH!" He fell to his knees again. His face was burning again. Worse, way worse. He fell over to his face, shoulders heaving. He wanted to throw up. He could smell spare ribs. No guesses as to who's. He sat up.

"YOU AIN'T WALKIN OUT HERE a~LIIIIVE! I'LL KILL YOU BITCH! I'LL-fuckin'- I'll... I'll fuckin... do it." He tried to stand up, but his legs were shaking. He just settled for crawling forward. He looked over to Alan.

"Geh-Get up man... Don't tell me that bitch wasted you too... Please man, ain't got nobody else here-" He got up, stumbled forward, and fell on his knees once more. "Alan... Alan!"

[Catche Jagger]

“I’m fine, Crispy.” Alan muttered, letting Crispin’s barely coherent screaming and threats sit for a moment before responding. He slowly rose to a seated position, attempting to gather his thoughts, only for his gaze to wander towards Crispin’s face.

“Holy fucking shit!” Alan scrambled to his feet, still a bit shaky, and over to the bag he’d dropped nearby when moose erupted. Sifting through its contents, he produced a first aid kit and started towards Crispin.

“Dude, your fucking face… shit.” Alan couldn’t think of anything to say, looking through the kit and trying to figure out what he was supposed to do to treat burns.

[ItzToxie]

“What?”

Normally, Crispy was fine jumpscaring his friends, popping out behind a corner with a mask, or an airsoft gun aimed at the feet full auto, you know, it’s a fun time. What’s not a fun time is when someone recoils and screams after looking at you, after you’d just been in an accident. Probably the worst feeling so next to the pain and Moose being gone was Alan’s reaction.

“Dood…”

It was his face, Crispy felt it, Alan saw it. That bitch Mercy fucked them up…

“Dude… What happened?”

He watched Alan get the first aid kit. His heart sank. This whole day was going to get a lot worse.

“W-what happened to my fucking face?”

[Catche Jagger]

Crispin’s face was fucked up, the skin around his right eye blackened and warped, the eye itself hidden behind what had previously been an eyelid, now seemingly fused shut. Alan could feel his stomach turn and he quickly turned his eyes down toward the first aid kit and the little container within, labeled as “emergency burn gel.”

“Shit it’s… J-Just chill the fuck out, alright? Don’t fucking move. I’ll deal with it.” He spoke quickly, popping open the container and setting the rest of the kit aside for now. On the edges of the skin that had burned black, the flesh that still held natural color was peeling and irritated-looking. And Alan would have to rub this gel shit over all of it. He felt sick again

“Just don’t move. This might sting or hurt or something. Just don’t move.” Alan hissed, repeating hissed, though Crispin hadn’t done much of anything yet. It was also possible, Alan knew, that the dead skin on his friend’s face wouldn’t feel anything at all.

He shuddered, trying to halt the swirl of questions and disgust, to focus on the task at hand. Carefully, he moved to apply the gel.

[ItzToxie]

“How the fuck am I supposed to chill, man… That bitch killed Moose.” Crispy tried to hold still while Alan did his best, but he couldn’t help finding himself shaking and recoiling on contact. He hissed.

“Gah-fffuck! That hurts! I’m sorry man- this fucking-“

High pain tolerance or not, he shouldn’t have been going through this here. This was an ER job. Even though he couldn’t see it, he knew. It hurt, it hurts real bad, and on top of that, it’s… wrong feeling. There’s numbness and a stretched feeling and-

Crispin sucked through his teeth.

“Mercy didn’t even- she didn’t even hesitate. She wanted to do that. She just- she just showed up wanting to kill someone…”

[Catche Jagger]

Alan moved his hands carefully, gently, concerned about worsening the injuries, grimacing as he felt the irritated surface, feeling Crispin flinch and shake. Worse, Crispin was talking to himself about Mercy, about how she reacted to burning Moose alive.

“I… I know.” He muttered in reply, finishing up the application of the gel and then pulling out some bandages and a package labeled as “burn dressing”.

“You gotta lay down or something, man. Shit can fuck with your head.” He tried to keep his voice even and calm, though his body felt tight, nerves taught.

Moose was dead. Jenelle hated them, so did Kaine and Lincoln probably. Austin wanted to kill them, and now Mercy did too. Events continued to slip through Alan’s fingers, accelerating him and Crispin along a path that didn’t lead anywhere good, and certainly didn’t lead to a way out of this shit.

So he needed to tighten his grip.

[ItzToxie]

“No man, I ain’t… I can’t. We can’t just lie down and die man, we’re being hunted.” Crispy rifled through his pockets, the tenderness on his right hand revealing to him he got burned there too, before pulling out a hair band. Shaking fingers began to brush back his hair.

“Austin woke up, tried to curb stomp me. Kennedy’s snatching fingers. Kaine’s throwing chairs. Mercy fucking microwaved Moose. Who’s next? Noah playing Pumped up Kicks? That Dougler looking motherfucker with the electricity? Sick fuck Cyrus?”

Crispy tied his hair back, so Alan would have an easier time bandaging him. He glanced up at Alan, who was either focusing on his work, or trying to avoid eye contact, one of the two.

“We ain’t gonna make it out of this. You know that right? Even if rescue comes, those shit heads are gonna come and fucking lynch our asses! Worst part is, they’ll get away with it too. ‘Oh we were scared for our lives we didn’t have a choice’ and they’ll go on like nothing ever happened. Some of those motherfuckers will enjoy it dude!”

[Catche Jagger]

“I’m not talking metaphorical here, dipshit. I’m talking about laying down and resting so that you can literally heal the literal wounds on your literal fucking face.” Alan grit his teeth as Crispin put his spin on the cascade of disasters, as if the thing with Mercy was just another bit of random violence like Kaine and Austin, as if Crispin and Moose hadn’t poked a psychotic bear with that one.

If they’d listened to him, Moose would still be alive.

Alan applied the burn dressings to the burned areas on and around Crispin’s eye, before starting to move on to a gauze and bandages, how the packaging indicated he was supposed to. His hands were shaky, though, and made the work agonizingly slow.

“So what are you gonna do? Kill everybody that might be a threat? Come on. We gotta focus on fixing your shit… burying Moose too.” Alan explained, attempting to dodge just how much contempt he held for Crispin’s line of thought. He was walking towards a ridiculous conclusion, one that’d see them both dead sooner rather than later.