Re: Archangel
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 8:25 am
Brad felt himself being pulled back by a violent jerk against his torn shirt, sending him to the ground on his side. He had Gabriel, the sick bastard, on the ropes thanks to the brutal hit to the back of his leg. He could have taken him. He could have made him pay for what he did to Jason Foley (god rest his soul, Brad thought), but it appeared that someone thought otherwise. He stumbled up onto his feet again, the warm throbbing numbness from his wound still hurting like a bitch but not doing anything to quell his anger.
"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?" Brad asked, staring at the figure with a florescent light tube. "I could hold him off! I don't-
Brad stopped when he realized who he was talking to. The kid who he was shouting at. Adam Dodd, the winner of the first SOTF. Brad had only watched short segments of the show when it had taken over the airwaves but he knew who Adam Dodd was. From the news Brad had learned that the boy was a victim, and had gone through more than his share of anguish, so much so that it made a life sentence in jail look like a girl's slumber party. From the gossip on school and what he had personally viewed, Brad realized that the kid wasn't in his prime as far as his mind was concerned. He always appeared strange, more of a social outcast with a lot of public attention than a reality TV celebrity. He was conflicted with his views about him though. From what Johnny had told him, Adam was ingenious when it came to defending himself, and that most of all the kills that he had ranked up were mostly in self-protection. Not to mention the fact that he always got out by the skin of his teeth. Brad was unsure of how he should feel.
Adam had thrown himself in front of both Terrie and him, playing the role of the hero that Brad was in the middle of portraying. It occurred to him that Adam wasn't as insane as Brad had openly assumed he'd be, although the son-of-a-bitch was senseless enough to fight a sword-wielding monster with only a light fixture. Despite his lack of actual thought, Adam appeared to be on the good side of the situation, which was good enough for Brad.
"You be careful," he warned as he turned around about to make a run for it. "That creep knows how to use that sword."
He wasn't even entirely sure if Adam had even acknowledged what he said, but there wasn't enough time to worry about small details such as that. Brad turned and ran in the same direction that Terrie headed in, his hockey mask in one hand and his daypack wrapped around his other shoulder. This was when he finally realized another boy with a cast and a lit cigarette in his mouth, but wasn't in the best of moods to stop and ask who he was. Instead he just tapped him on the shoulder lightly as to say "Don't stay here, you idiot!" and ran out of sight.
((Continued in How the Stars Have Fallen...))
"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?" Brad asked, staring at the figure with a florescent light tube. "I could hold him off! I don't-
Brad stopped when he realized who he was talking to. The kid who he was shouting at. Adam Dodd, the winner of the first SOTF. Brad had only watched short segments of the show when it had taken over the airwaves but he knew who Adam Dodd was. From the news Brad had learned that the boy was a victim, and had gone through more than his share of anguish, so much so that it made a life sentence in jail look like a girl's slumber party. From the gossip on school and what he had personally viewed, Brad realized that the kid wasn't in his prime as far as his mind was concerned. He always appeared strange, more of a social outcast with a lot of public attention than a reality TV celebrity. He was conflicted with his views about him though. From what Johnny had told him, Adam was ingenious when it came to defending himself, and that most of all the kills that he had ranked up were mostly in self-protection. Not to mention the fact that he always got out by the skin of his teeth. Brad was unsure of how he should feel.
Adam had thrown himself in front of both Terrie and him, playing the role of the hero that Brad was in the middle of portraying. It occurred to him that Adam wasn't as insane as Brad had openly assumed he'd be, although the son-of-a-bitch was senseless enough to fight a sword-wielding monster with only a light fixture. Despite his lack of actual thought, Adam appeared to be on the good side of the situation, which was good enough for Brad.
"You be careful," he warned as he turned around about to make a run for it. "That creep knows how to use that sword."
He wasn't even entirely sure if Adam had even acknowledged what he said, but there wasn't enough time to worry about small details such as that. Brad turned and ran in the same direction that Terrie headed in, his hockey mask in one hand and his daypack wrapped around his other shoulder. This was when he finally realized another boy with a cast and a lit cigarette in his mouth, but wasn't in the best of moods to stop and ask who he was. Instead he just tapped him on the shoulder lightly as to say "Don't stay here, you idiot!" and ran out of sight.
((Continued in How the Stars Have Fallen...))