There was screaming and screaming and more screaming. Screaming from RJ, screaming from Anthony, and screaming from someone outside. All he could tell about it was that it was a girl. He wasn't risking getting his head bashed in figuring out which girl.
"Go-go back to f-fucking Westboro!"
God, had he always been this much of a self-righteous fucklord? RJ never remembered Anthony being this level of religious, but then again, he never expected some of his classmates to actually kill each other en masse before the last two days, so he was learning a lot about the people he knew.
There wasn't as much room in the ship RJ preferred-the small a boat the less room there was to maneuver in case of a fight-and even if Anthony seemed to be getting clumsy, that didn't mean he was going to be stopping anytime soon, and RJ just wanted to finish this already. But how the fuck could he-...
Fuck, he hated his own ideas. Especially when they were the only ones he had.
RJ jumped back a step to avoid the board-just barely missed-before taking a quick step forward, and then another, until he was right in front of Anthony. He grabbed the other boys arms-one for each hand, nails digging in as much as possible-and did something he hoped didn't kill him.
He raised a knee and sent it directly into Anthony's crotch.
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"Hey-hey-
HEY-HEY-HEY-"
She lunged. Her body lunged, throwing her bag at the pair. One of them said something about Westboro Church, the other about something a servant. She still threw her bag over head, the content weighting it down. She threw it, not because she wanted to hurt someone, but because she wanted to distract them. She wanted them to realizing.
"Stop it! Stop!
Come on,
come on!"
Her baton flew too-
Wait, it wasn't supposed to fly.
It wasn't supposed too.
She put her hands over her mouth.
HEY-HEY-HEY-"
She lunged. Her body lunged, throwing her bag at the pair. One of them said something about Westboro Church, the other about something a servant. She still threw her bag over head, the content weighting it down. She threw it, not because she wanted to hurt someone, but because she wanted to distract them. She wanted them to realizing.
"Stop it! Stop!
Come on,
come on!"
Her baton flew too-
Wait, it wasn't supposed to fly.
It wasn't supposed too.
She put her hands over her mouth.
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The swing missed, and Anthony let out a growl of frustration. He should have scooped up that gun and blew his fucking brains out like he did to Leo. But he was egoistic, he was impatient and now he would likely play the price for it. But that was fine, because if the killer wanted to make a martyr out of him, give the anti-SOTF people a valid reason to drag the executives out of their offices and kill them for killing so many children, then that would be fine. The part about Westboro was especially fucking ridiculous, though. For God's sake, he was fucking bi himself! You didn't just see him going down to protest whatever the fuck Westboro protested to try and make themselves look edgy, he was protesting for a good cause! Anthony wanted to kill him now. He was a waste of space and Anthony raised the board, screaming-
Then the killer closed the gap, and grabbed his arms. For a second, he wiggled the board around, trying to hit the killer with the board-
And then-a wave of violent, agonising pain spread throughout his crotch as a knee connected with it. He let out a shout of pain, dropping down onto one knee. The board clattered to the ground, barely missing their feet. God, this was the second fucking time in two fucking days! Did none of these players have no fucking restraint? Now he was at what, the killer's stomach? He had a clear shot; all he had to do was rear his head back and give this fucker a surprise he wouldn't forget any time soon. And then something soared through the air, preceded by the sound of a girl shouting, and found its way to the side of Anthony's head. From there it clattered to the front of the boat, somewhere inbetween the chairs, the consoles and the mess of cables and wires.
"YOU FUCKING GEM!" Anthony screamed, and then the thought came to him; they must have been working together. This was a setup, and they had caught him lacking,
Even with his head pounding, even with the killers trying to kill him, Anthony whipped his head back and slammed it into the killer's stomach. Fucking twat.
Then the killer closed the gap, and grabbed his arms. For a second, he wiggled the board around, trying to hit the killer with the board-
And then-a wave of violent, agonising pain spread throughout his crotch as a knee connected with it. He let out a shout of pain, dropping down onto one knee. The board clattered to the ground, barely missing their feet. God, this was the second fucking time in two fucking days! Did none of these players have no fucking restraint? Now he was at what, the killer's stomach? He had a clear shot; all he had to do was rear his head back and give this fucker a surprise he wouldn't forget any time soon. And then something soared through the air, preceded by the sound of a girl shouting, and found its way to the side of Anthony's head. From there it clattered to the front of the boat, somewhere inbetween the chairs, the consoles and the mess of cables and wires.
"YOU FUCKING GEM!" Anthony screamed, and then the thought came to him; they must have been working together. This was a setup, and they had caught him lacking,
Even with his head pounding, even with the killers trying to kill him, Anthony whipped his head back and slammed it into the killer's stomach. Fucking twat.
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He wasn't going to die here.
That thought ran through RJ's head and made his lips form into a small smile. His knee connected with Anthony's crotch and the other boy went down. He could actually do this. He just had to grab his gun, then threaten Anthony to make him stay back, then run until he found a different boat, far away enough that Anthony couldn't find him immediately. He would be okay, he would be okay, he would be-
The girl was closer. She was yelling and screaming and trying to get them to stop. She threw something-backpack? Weapon?-and something hit Anthony.
Anthony screamed about gems (what the fuck?) and RJ looked to where the bag and things came from.
"Pi-"
Pain.
The movement itself was quick, but it was enough to get RJ to step back, arms around his stomach, before bile started to rise in his throat.
And that's when other things started to kick in. Exhaustion from walking and not letting himself rest, then getting into a fight. His lack of athleticism made that exhaustion double, and his knees felt weak. Having so little to eat in the last two days and being so hungry. Adrenaline may have been a Hell of a drug, but every high wore off eventually, and RJ knew his time was up.
The second step back was unsteady, and ended with him collapsing on his knees instead. His body was ready to pass out, but if that happened, he was dead-no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He needed help.
He looked to the girl, eyes pleading, and said as much as he could, even if was probably only barely audible to her.
"Pip...gun...please..."
That thought ran through RJ's head and made his lips form into a small smile. His knee connected with Anthony's crotch and the other boy went down. He could actually do this. He just had to grab his gun, then threaten Anthony to make him stay back, then run until he found a different boat, far away enough that Anthony couldn't find him immediately. He would be okay, he would be okay, he would be-
The girl was closer. She was yelling and screaming and trying to get them to stop. She threw something-backpack? Weapon?-and something hit Anthony.
Anthony screamed about gems (what the fuck?) and RJ looked to where the bag and things came from.
"Pi-"
Pain.
The movement itself was quick, but it was enough to get RJ to step back, arms around his stomach, before bile started to rise in his throat.
And that's when other things started to kick in. Exhaustion from walking and not letting himself rest, then getting into a fight. His lack of athleticism made that exhaustion double, and his knees felt weak. Having so little to eat in the last two days and being so hungry. Adrenaline may have been a Hell of a drug, but every high wore off eventually, and RJ knew his time was up.
The second step back was unsteady, and ended with him collapsing on his knees instead. His body was ready to pass out, but if that happened, he was dead-no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He needed help.
He looked to the girl, eyes pleading, and said as much as he could, even if was probably only barely audible to her.
"Pip...gun...please..."
Pippi wrote:He was going to die.He was going to dieHe was dying. And Pippi was watching.
She wanted to move. But she was paralyzed.
As if someone held her ankles down to the ground, pulling her toward the watery grave that she would eventually-
She'd seen these words appear in her mind more than once. Someone dictating her choices, her life, her movements, her words. It was puzzling, really. It wasn't something she felt comfortable to talk about. Over the years, she had came to the understand that, really, it was just how she lived. Describing her own actions, her own movement, her own life through words. She was always quite confused about the fact that people didn't think that way, that people didn't see themselves write out their own lives. It was truly a question of fate, and maybe that fate wasn't shared by everyone.
There was peace in this method.
Something along the line of always being dissociated and withdrawn from everything around her. She wasn't truly living it, people around her were simply enacting what she had given them as a task retroactively. It was really simple, nothing overdrawn or broken. Just a simple and peaceful way to cope with her life. Her mom. Her parents. Her sister. Her little brother. An easy way to cope with them. She could always adjust the numbers, the parabolas, the arcs, she could always adjust anything to make it retroactively make sense.
And in that moment she-
Pippi wrote:lunged forward, grappling the gun from the ground.
It was warm, and it was wet.
She didn't know what was the liquid.
She didn't want to know.
"Stop it!" She screamed. "Stop it."
"Please?"
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He watched, satisfied as the killer staggered backwards, collapsing to the ground. His balls hurt, and all he wanted to do was just collapse like the killer did and curl up into a little ball, but with a grunt of exertion, he forced himself up onto his feet. His body was screaming at him, reminding him that he had just been kicked in the balls and every nerve in his groin was sending a signal to his brain telling him to slow down, to rest. But he wasn't going to rest, not when he was so close to killing this killer, to enact his vengance. Picking up the board, the killer said something and Anthony responded by kicking him in the face. It felt satisfying, in a sort of cathartic way, to watch him collapse to the ground. Was he feeling even a smidgeon of the pain that Leo felt when he had brutally murdered him without care nor consideration for what he was shooting at? Honestly, that all had probably been a lie. A bare-faced lie and crocodile tears so he could fucking get away with it and murder more people, murder more of Anthony's friends. because that's what always happened. That's what these fuckers wanted to do. No more. No goddamn more.
"You fucking... fuck." Anthony spat at him, both verbally and actually spitting at him. He raised the board, about to send it into RJ's head over and over and over and over and over until there was nothing but pieces of brain and skull fragments and tiny pieces of meat left of what once made up the murderer, RJ Blackburn.
But, in his haste, he had forgotten the person who had thrown that baton at him. And so he found himself staring down a rifle, held by a frantic girl. Pippi. Pineapple. He hadn't expected the mystery combatant to be her, but it seemed everyone was getting in on the murder frenzy nowadays. Planting his foot on the killer's chest so he didn't have to worry about him springing up and murdering him or running off into the night or whatever, he looked Pippi in the eyes.
"Put the gun down, Pippi. You have no fucking game in thi- he's a goddamn murderer! Put the gun down, give it to me, and we can both walk away happy and safe knowing a fucking murderer is dead." He shot a glance at the killer, trying to keep his voice calm and steady but he couldn't because the mere sight of the killer was infuriating him, what with his fucking crocodile tears and blatant lies. He just needed her to put that gun down, and they'd all be happy.
"You fucking... fuck." Anthony spat at him, both verbally and actually spitting at him. He raised the board, about to send it into RJ's head over and over and over and over and over until there was nothing but pieces of brain and skull fragments and tiny pieces of meat left of what once made up the murderer, RJ Blackburn.
But, in his haste, he had forgotten the person who had thrown that baton at him. And so he found himself staring down a rifle, held by a frantic girl. Pippi. Pineapple. He hadn't expected the mystery combatant to be her, but it seemed everyone was getting in on the murder frenzy nowadays. Planting his foot on the killer's chest so he didn't have to worry about him springing up and murdering him or running off into the night or whatever, he looked Pippi in the eyes.
"Put the gun down, Pippi. You have no fucking game in thi- he's a goddamn murderer! Put the gun down, give it to me, and we can both walk away happy and safe knowing a fucking murderer is dead." He shot a glance at the killer, trying to keep his voice calm and steady but he couldn't because the mere sight of the killer was infuriating him, what with his fucking crocodile tears and blatant lies. He just needed her to put that gun down, and they'd all be happy.
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How the fuck had he not passed out? Exhausted, hungry, and then fucking kicked in the face? Maybe that was what the adrenaline was working on. Keeping him from going into unconsciousness. He would probably thank his body later, once he dealt with the warm liquid-blood, it was definitely blood-coming from his nose.
God, was this really it? Dying because he accidentally killed a friend? And dying at the hands of a former friend, no less? He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry more. He wanted to get off his ass and gouge Anthony's eyes out with his thumbs until his fingernails met brain matter.
But he wanted most to go home. See Tandy. Grandpa. Mom. Dad.
He expected the board to come crashing down, give him a concussion, before coming back up and going back down again and again until he was dead. He expected it to be painful. He expected Anthony to laugh.
Instead he heard a voice scream for the fight to stop. He looked, and relief flooded him. Pippi had his gun. She could end this.
But Anthony couldn't just accept things. He couldn't take defeat, apparently, or was just that desperate to kill RJ. But it didn't matter, because it wasn't ending that way, not a chance.
RJ Blackburn would survive this.
"Didn't...wanna kill..." he rasped out. He was still breathing heavily, the foot on his chest not helping things, and the pain in his face was leaving him with difficulty stringing words together. "Got...scared..."
"You're the one...that started this! Trying to...to kill me!"
He just wanted a place to sleep and instead he had to fight for his life. Why did life have to suck this bad?
God, was this really it? Dying because he accidentally killed a friend? And dying at the hands of a former friend, no less? He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry more. He wanted to get off his ass and gouge Anthony's eyes out with his thumbs until his fingernails met brain matter.
But he wanted most to go home. See Tandy. Grandpa. Mom. Dad.
He expected the board to come crashing down, give him a concussion, before coming back up and going back down again and again until he was dead. He expected it to be painful. He expected Anthony to laugh.
Instead he heard a voice scream for the fight to stop. He looked, and relief flooded him. Pippi had his gun. She could end this.
But Anthony couldn't just accept things. He couldn't take defeat, apparently, or was just that desperate to kill RJ. But it didn't matter, because it wasn't ending that way, not a chance.
RJ Blackburn would survive this.
"Didn't...wanna kill..." he rasped out. He was still breathing heavily, the foot on his chest not helping things, and the pain in his face was leaving him with difficulty stringing words together. "Got...scared..."
"You're the one...that started this! Trying to...to kill me!"
He just wanted a place to sleep and instead he had to fight for his life. Why did life have to suck this bad?
She stared at the both.
One killer. One vigilante.
She screamed.
"Shut the fuck up!" She shot a hole in the boat.
Her hands were ringing like that one time she put a fork in a socket.
She shot,
again.
"Stop it! Just fucking stop it. God dammit, we can all go home, we can all-"
She sighed. Her hands were hurting and so were her ears. The gun wasn't even that loud, but it felt so scary. She didn't realized she was screaming until her vocal chords started to grind on each other. She swallowed, painfully.
"Just stop it. We can- we can all work together, instead of fighting each other so just... stop."
One killer. One vigilante.
She screamed.
"Shut the fuck up!" She shot a hole in the boat.
Her hands were ringing like that one time she put a fork in a socket.
She shot,
again.
"Stop it! Just fucking stop it. God dammit, we can all go home, we can all-"
She sighed. Her hands were hurting and so were her ears. The gun wasn't even that loud, but it felt so scary. She didn't realized she was screaming until her vocal chords started to grind on each other. She swallowed, painfully.
"Just stop it. We can- we can all work together, instead of fighting each other so just... stop."
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"JESUS CHRIST CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" All of a sudden the stupid bitch pivoted and starting shooting at the side of the boat! The gun was like, weirdly quiet; the only sound he could hear was when she moved the bolt so the bullet could eject out of the side and she could fire again. He didn't really know much about guns, he had no fucking clue how to tell your Glocks from your Colts but he knew that he didn't particularly want some mentally unstable girl to have one. After stamping on the killer's stomach just to make sure he probably wouldn't be getting up again, Anthony stepped off him, slowly approaching Pippi with his hands held up.
"Hey, hey hey. Jus- just drop the gun, walk away. I'm not working with a murderer. This shouldn't be a concern for you, he'll kill again if he gets the chance. If you want everyone to go home, well..." It was too late for everyone to go home. Nearly twenty of them were dead. Twenty people would only be going home in a box. Giselle would be going home to her family in a box. Seth would be going home in a box. Leo would be going home in a fucking box. It was unfair. It was so fucking unfair. Why shouldn't he? Why shouldn't he get revenge? Who the fuck was RJ to claim that he started it when he had fired the first shot, thrown the first stone, murdered another of his friends in cold blood?
The only thing he should do with these killers is let God sort them out. If RJ was truly doing it in self-defence, fear, whatever, he'd go to Heaven, and then it would be fine. If he was lying and he murdered Leo in cold blood, he would burn in Hell for the rest of eternity, and it would also be fine. Really, there wasn't any downsides. It was the morally right thing to do.
"Listen to me, Pippi. Please. Just put it down, walk away, and when the killer's dead we'll all be a little safer."
"Hey, hey hey. Jus- just drop the gun, walk away. I'm not working with a murderer. This shouldn't be a concern for you, he'll kill again if he gets the chance. If you want everyone to go home, well..." It was too late for everyone to go home. Nearly twenty of them were dead. Twenty people would only be going home in a box. Giselle would be going home to her family in a box. Seth would be going home in a box. Leo would be going home in a fucking box. It was unfair. It was so fucking unfair. Why shouldn't he? Why shouldn't he get revenge? Who the fuck was RJ to claim that he started it when he had fired the first shot, thrown the first stone, murdered another of his friends in cold blood?
The only thing he should do with these killers is let God sort them out. If RJ was truly doing it in self-defence, fear, whatever, he'd go to Heaven, and then it would be fine. If he was lying and he murdered Leo in cold blood, he would burn in Hell for the rest of eternity, and it would also be fine. Really, there wasn't any downsides. It was the morally right thing to do.
"Listen to me, Pippi. Please. Just put it down, walk away, and when the killer's dead we'll all be a little safer."
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It was definitely for the best, that the gun was a De Lisle. If it was a normal gun, there would've been much louder gunshots, and he was pretty sure everyone's ears would've been left ringing if that happened, with the small space only amplifying the noise. They were all probably lucky, all things considered.
Not that these thoughts helped RJ much. They just happened to be some of the first thoughts that came to mind after Pippi took some shots.
Honestly? RJ probably would've been willing to work with Anthony before. They were friends. They had similar views on SOTF. Neither of them wanted to die. He would've been happy to work with him then. Now he would've rathered getting hit by a-
Fuck. Fuck that hurt. Why the fuck did he have to do that? Was that really fucking necessary, Anthony? You turd-munching fuck lord?
That fucker was getting injured here. It didn't matter if it killed RJ-he wouldn't take that shit lying down.
It only took a second of scanning the floor to find the weapon that hit Anthony in the head-some sort of baton. He needed to grab it, but not be obvious in getting it. He could avoid being too quick, but a distraction would help...
"Like...you won't try to kill her next," he mumbled out, struggling to get to a volume he thought Pippi could hear. "She's trying to...to save a murderer. Would...would the Bible condone that? Or is it...more picking and choosing?"
It wasn't entirely a lie-Hell it was honestly mostly the truth. RJ wasn't religious, but he still at least knew some bits. He knew violence wasn't tolerated-even suicide wasn't excepted. It was a ticket straight to Hell. So pardon him for thinking the zealot was using his religion just to excuse himself of murder, and would do the same if he did believe Pippi was bad for trying to save him.
"Pip, please. I just want...wanna go to another boat. Don't leave...please!"
'And start arguing-please! The sooner I can inch toward the baton, the better!'
Not that these thoughts helped RJ much. They just happened to be some of the first thoughts that came to mind after Pippi took some shots.
Honestly? RJ probably would've been willing to work with Anthony before. They were friends. They had similar views on SOTF. Neither of them wanted to die. He would've been happy to work with him then. Now he would've rathered getting hit by a-
Fuck. Fuck that hurt. Why the fuck did he have to do that? Was that really fucking necessary, Anthony? You turd-munching fuck lord?
That fucker was getting injured here. It didn't matter if it killed RJ-he wouldn't take that shit lying down.
It only took a second of scanning the floor to find the weapon that hit Anthony in the head-some sort of baton. He needed to grab it, but not be obvious in getting it. He could avoid being too quick, but a distraction would help...
"Like...you won't try to kill her next," he mumbled out, struggling to get to a volume he thought Pippi could hear. "She's trying to...to save a murderer. Would...would the Bible condone that? Or is it...more picking and choosing?"
It wasn't entirely a lie-Hell it was honestly mostly the truth. RJ wasn't religious, but he still at least knew some bits. He knew violence wasn't tolerated-even suicide wasn't excepted. It was a ticket straight to Hell. So pardon him for thinking the zealot was using his religion just to excuse himself of murder, and would do the same if he did believe Pippi was bad for trying to save him.
"Pip, please. I just want...wanna go to another boat. Don't leave...please!"
'And start arguing-please! The sooner I can inch toward the baton, the better!'
She pulled the trigger again.
"Shut! The! Fuck! Up!"
She swung her gun to her left. "You don't move!" And she swung to her right. "And you neither!"
"Shut! The! Fuck! Up!"
She swung her gun to her left. "You don't move!" And she swung to her right. "And you neither!"
She kept the gun trained on the middle.
"Stop it, damn it. Stop this talk of killing each other. Just stop it."
They weren't listening.
"Can't we just work together? Can we just, you know, use the tools we have to do something else?"
Pippi sighed, slumping her shoulders. The gun was still trained on the both of them.
"Come on."
"Stop it, damn it. Stop this talk of killing each other. Just stop it."
They weren't listening.
"Can't we just work together? Can we just, you know, use the tools we have to do something else?"
Pippi sighed, slumping her shoulders. The gun was still trained on the both of them.
"Come on."
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Pippi shot again, this time out to the open sea, and Anthony froze. It was a good thing, because to be honest Anthony was a little nervous about the possibility of riccochet burying itself in his chest or his head or somewhere equally as deadly. He had so much to do. So many killers to eliminate before they killed more innocents. Beau, Leah, Kurt, they were still alive. And if they were all dead, if they were all gone, he didn't know what he would do.
"Right. I-I have a solution, one that will solve everything. Alright? Alright. You drop the gun-" He pointed to Pippi. "He gets to go-" He pointed at RJ. "And I take both the gun and the ammo for it. Because frankly, I don't think killing RJ is worth it when I could get a gun to hunt Fisk and his fucking horror film rejects or Seo-yun and her murdering fucking shit. Sounds great, doesn't it? Absolutely brilliant. We all get out of here with something we want. What do you all say?"
They weren't going to go for it, of course. But that gun would only have so many bullets. How many had she fired now, three? As soon as she ran out of bullets, he would wrestle it from her, even if he had to put his knife in her throat to get it, and then he'd take the ammo from RJ and maybe kill him, and then he'd have revenge for Leo's death and a gun to avenge more people with. Of course, he didn't particularly want to kill Pippi, but he hadn't wanted to kill RJ, or Matias, or any of his friends who had turned murderer either. It was like plucking the weeds from a garden. Shitty, dirty job, but he had to do it. For everyone else alive.
"So, so, how do we feel about that deal? It's a good one. A good one. YOu guys should take it. Really. And before you ask, no, I won't shoot you in the back. I'm not a fucking coward."
And he wouldn't. Really.
"Right. I-I have a solution, one that will solve everything. Alright? Alright. You drop the gun-" He pointed to Pippi. "He gets to go-" He pointed at RJ. "And I take both the gun and the ammo for it. Because frankly, I don't think killing RJ is worth it when I could get a gun to hunt Fisk and his fucking horror film rejects or Seo-yun and her murdering fucking shit. Sounds great, doesn't it? Absolutely brilliant. We all get out of here with something we want. What do you all say?"
They weren't going to go for it, of course. But that gun would only have so many bullets. How many had she fired now, three? As soon as she ran out of bullets, he would wrestle it from her, even if he had to put his knife in her throat to get it, and then he'd take the ammo from RJ and maybe kill him, and then he'd have revenge for Leo's death and a gun to avenge more people with. Of course, he didn't particularly want to kill Pippi, but he hadn't wanted to kill RJ, or Matias, or any of his friends who had turned murderer either. It was like plucking the weeds from a garden. Shitty, dirty job, but he had to do it. For everyone else alive.
"So, so, how do we feel about that deal? It's a good one. A good one. YOu guys should take it. Really. And before you ask, no, I won't shoot you in the back. I'm not a fucking coward."
And he wouldn't. Really.
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Time for a math problem.
RJ had taken three shots with the De Lisle-one shot during his fight with Amy, one shot to take out the window on the house boat, and one shot that had killed Leo. Of those shots, he replaced the bullets after the first two times, the former on the house boat, the latter on the way to the cruise ship. After Pippi's shots, how many bullets were left that could be fired?
Answer: Three
Meaning that, at best, Pippi could try and shoot four more times before Anthony could realize there were no more bullets and try anything. And Pippi was not exactly trying to show restraint when it came to not firing, even if it wasn't at either of them.
They needed to get the fuck out of here fast if they wanted to keep Anthony from attacking either of them. It may've been two against one, but RJ still needed a bit longer to recuperate after all of Anthony's attacks, and the De Lisle was pretty much just a big stick if it didn't have any ammo-he couldn't see Pippi wielding it well against Anthony if she needed to. And after that it was one-on-one, and even if the gun didn't have bullets, it would definitely be used better against a baton.
Retreat was the only sensible option.
"I just wanna go...to another ship..."
But still...
"But I'm not...I'm not giving you shit."
This asshole tried to kill him, and he thought he deserved a gun and ammo? Fuck that noise! RJ would've preferred Pippi killing him herself than letting Anthony have any of his shit! But how could he make Pippi realize that was a stupid idea?
...light bulb.
"How could we even...trust you? I was on the floor, sobbing, and you...you tried to bash my brains in. Is that...honorable? "
His voice was gaining some strength again. He could breath without it coming out as a wheeze. He could probably pull himself into a sitting up position, but didn't want to risk sudden movements setting Pippi off.
He just needed her to see reason. That she had no reason to trust Anthony. Then the situation might not end so horribly.
RJ had taken three shots with the De Lisle-one shot during his fight with Amy, one shot to take out the window on the house boat, and one shot that had killed Leo. Of those shots, he replaced the bullets after the first two times, the former on the house boat, the latter on the way to the cruise ship. After Pippi's shots, how many bullets were left that could be fired?
Answer: Three
Meaning that, at best, Pippi could try and shoot four more times before Anthony could realize there were no more bullets and try anything. And Pippi was not exactly trying to show restraint when it came to not firing, even if it wasn't at either of them.
They needed to get the fuck out of here fast if they wanted to keep Anthony from attacking either of them. It may've been two against one, but RJ still needed a bit longer to recuperate after all of Anthony's attacks, and the De Lisle was pretty much just a big stick if it didn't have any ammo-he couldn't see Pippi wielding it well against Anthony if she needed to. And after that it was one-on-one, and even if the gun didn't have bullets, it would definitely be used better against a baton.
Retreat was the only sensible option.
"I just wanna go...to another ship..."
But still...
"But I'm not...I'm not giving you shit."
This asshole tried to kill him, and he thought he deserved a gun and ammo? Fuck that noise! RJ would've preferred Pippi killing him herself than letting Anthony have any of his shit! But how could he make Pippi realize that was a stupid idea?
...light bulb.
"How could we even...trust you? I was on the floor, sobbing, and you...you tried to bash my brains in. Is that...honorable? "
His voice was gaining some strength again. He could breath without it coming out as a wheeze. He could probably pull himself into a sitting up position, but didn't want to risk sudden movements setting Pippi off.
He just needed her to see reason. That she had no reason to trust Anthony. Then the situation might not end so horribly.
"I'm going to throw this gun in the ocean. I swear to God, if you guys don't listen to me: I'm throwing this piece of metal into the ocean and I'm letting it sink."
She raised the gun over her head.
"I'm going to do it. I don't give a shit. Nobody is dying on this fucking ship. I swear to God, don't test me you shits."
Her arms were straining. She was exhausted. Her body was hurting.
She still felt sick like she were about to vomit.
When she thought about it, she only felt nausea in the last two days.
Constant nausea.
"So let's talk."
She raised the gun over her head.
"I'm going to do it. I don't give a shit. Nobody is dying on this fucking ship. I swear to God, don't test me you shits."
Her arms were straining. She was exhausted. Her body was hurting.
She still felt sick like she were about to vomit.
When she thought about it, she only felt nausea in the last two days.
Constant nausea.
"So let's talk."
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"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT THEN!? OH, LET'S ALL JUST SIT DOWN AND HAVE A FUCKING TEA PARTY-"
The gun was above her head.
That meant that it would take her a few seconds to bring it down and aim.
That meant that he had a serious chance of getting away with this gun, as long as he pulled off the tackle right. He wasn't exactly a rugby fanatic, but he had watched the Met tackle enough wannabe roadmen for kweffing someone that he kinda got what they did to like, bring them down to the ground.
In the middle of his rant, Anthony abandoned his speech, instead choosing to leap at Pippi, in the same kind of way a dog might lunge at a piece of meat being held high above their head.
The gun was above her head.
That meant that it would take her a few seconds to bring it down and aim.
That meant that he had a serious chance of getting away with this gun, as long as he pulled off the tackle right. He wasn't exactly a rugby fanatic, but he had watched the Met tackle enough wannabe roadmen for kweffing someone that he kinda got what they did to like, bring them down to the ground.
In the middle of his rant, Anthony abandoned his speech, instead choosing to leap at Pippi, in the same kind of way a dog might lunge at a piece of meat being held high above their head.