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Enter The Hero
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Survival of the Fittest > Hillside Cliff > Enter The Hero


Posted by: Bloody_Fists Jan 18 2006, 12:53 AM
((Continued from: http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheF...showtopic=738))

A new place to stevan, The hillside cliff. He wasnt aiming for this place, but it was where he ended up and, hell, it didnt bother him. The cliffs edge came into view and he walked closer. He stood at the edge looking accross the island, Just wondering who was out, who were still alive from the people he'd seen. Wjhhere was blood boy since he had left him? Probally dead, or trying to hook up with another unsuspecting victem.

He cracked his neck, from left to right, as he walked away from the edge, not more than thirty meters. He slung his bag from his shoulder and promptly fell to ground after it, using it as a substitute pillow.

He took out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and was about to take one out before he thought.

If anything, this is whats going to kill me.

The packet was slid back into his pocket, and he put his arms over his head for extra comfort.

He didnt know who'd he come accross next, Nor' who they were or why they decided to come here. Frankly he didnt give a shit. He was here now just to do his assigned job, kill off as many students as possible, and let the rest either commit suicide or be killed by another playing student.

Another thing he didnt get was this whole 'playin' thing anyway, I mean they were here for a reason, and one reason only, and that was to do what stevan had been doing, and in the previous couple hours doing well. The so called 'good guys' knew what they had to do and to get home, yet still they denied it. Why must they live in disallusion? you kill, you survive, you go home, that was the game, and thats how you played, simple as, but they just wouldent do as they were told. I guess they didnt take nearly as much pleassure as The freak did in it, but i guess there just 'soft'.

He did have to hand it to them though, They did have balls for denying there ticket home, trying to take on danya, trying to find ways to get past the boats guarding the surrounding waters. They were brave.

Freak could of chosen that path too, but simply chose not too, His life in solitude had taught him no one was to be fully trusted. Maybe this was just a way of stevan getting himself noticed, Of course he knew the game was being broadcast around america, probally the world, and with the lime light set firmly on him what else could he do? Jump of that cliff over there so people could laugh at him? Team up with a load of hero wannabes and be a pacifist only to be a lamb to the slaughter? no, He could make himself recognized for once, show all them people that thought he was dog shit, His teachers, classmates, and most of all his father. The piece of shit that the freak was spawned from. Nothing but a drunken woman beater.

He thought back to the time when he and his mother were sitting in the lounge, watching one of those reality t.v shows. Of course he was not yet known as freak, and was a the naive age of just seven. Yet his father came in drunk once again and immediately targeted the boy, Picking him up by hands and throwing him on the floor, All for just a seat, all this abuse just for somewhere to sit. When his mother intervined to defend her son, the abuse was quickly changed and directed at her, the devout cchristian, taking her beatings as a punishment, from god, from someone who doesnt exist. A young stevan would always get up dust it off and try to defend his mother in return, And each time without fail, He would see that bloody fist come towards his face.

He beleived this was his time, his time to strike back at the world, take on the terrorist act as his own and become world famous for murdering human beings.

Fuck this! so what if it kills me, its why i started in the fucking first place.

He thought as he pulled that pack out from his pocket and put the cancer stick between his pale lips. His fathers zippo revealed to the world as it was flicked open with a flip of the wrist, then run accross his leg with some speed. The flame slowly rose from the lighter and was placed on the tip of the white stick.A light hissing noise, followed by a flare of orange and yelklow occured.

His lips wrapped around the cancer, as he took a deep breathe, inhaling the toxins as he did so.

There he lay and wait, for something to happen. he was in a new place, hoping to meet new people, what could go wrong?

Posted by: Kaishi Jan 18 2006, 09:54 PM
((OOC: Coming from http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheF...howtopic=734.))

The answer to the question came in many forms. One, being a man clad in bulky black, his face covered to destroy any humanity to his appearance. It worked well to McLocke's advantage, and, even better, fit his character. Magical, mystical, monsterous magician McLocke. A bit of alliteration to help add to his waning focus. Didn't work too good, since he wasn't the biggest English fan. What he was a fan of was the adrenaline rush he had been feeling ever since he stepped off of the plane. No remorse, no thoughts, only that pounding in your chest and ears. Nothing could be sweeter to focus on.

From on top of the cliff, he had the glorious view of a student lying down on the dirt, using his daypack as a pillow. And, my, oh my, was he smoking? McLocke licked his top lip, moistening it and making it shine. Aren't you a little young to be into that sort of thing, good sir? Then again, they were American. At this age just about all of them had contracted enough STDs to make an innocent puppy dog. Fuck. Ever heard of abstinence?

McLocke growled, growing feral and detatching him from the rest of his mind. He could feel it now, the rush inside growing stronger and stronger. It was time. Everything was set in place. Time to go. Time to kill. Yes. So sweet. Prepare yourself, smokah, yah gonna get smoked the hell out of. Of course, that'd be hard for McLocke to do, seeing how Danya had given him the shortest end of the stick. Some sort of knife and that was about it, aside from the kevlar, camouflage gear, and balaclava.

He walked over to the easiest part of the cliff, pushing down on it and causing it to crumble. Down, down, down, he slid, on balance taught to him through all his years. Down... McLocke jittered a bit, hitting the bottom hard. Screw it.

You can have the first move.

His arms outstretched to welcome it. The large knife glinted in his right hand, despite the dried blood.

Oh, c'mon, kid. I won't bite. ...Too hard.

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Jan 18 2006, 11:02 PM
It had hardly been fifteen minutes before he heard that sound, landslide? Another new person to meet,greet and kill? He slowly pulled himself up, sitting on the dirt like a small child, Cigarette in mouth, and smoke flowing from his lips he slowly looked around. His hand was placed on his ever so faithful shotgun.

The figure came into view and it was not at all expected. Not one of those weedy little schoolkids, but a soilder clad in camo.Not to threatening really. Looked more like a fancy dress outfit. Not even a plastic gun to complete the outfit.

He slowly rose uyp, using his spas 12 as a rest as he did so, lazy as ever. It must be one of those terrorist guys, the big guy said they would be coming and this must be it. Confronted by an armless terrorist, the new death dealers on the island, the one to take out the compition, Yet nothing more than a knife in hand. If he won, not only would he get to go home, but he would also be famous, killing a terrorist, and a a fucking muscley one at that. He had to laugh out loud

God i wish i didnt like this.

Bringing that gun to hip height and speaking to him. "So your the terrorists? not much really, thought you'd all have M16's and whatnot,you've let me down" he said while cokcing that shotgun of his, of course he knew uit didnt have to be cocked, but mayb he was doing it to be threatening, Like when someguys causing trouble in a bar and the barman picks up his pump action and cocks it, imforming the troublemaker to leave.

So...Enter the hero, The one to take down the first terrorist, But if he did win would he really want to go home? Back to american family he'd been stationed with, then back to cruddy old england to be moved from foster parent to foster parent. Or if he asked kindly enough, danya would grant his wish and let him stay, maybe a box of cigarettes and a new arsenal too go with it.

He took the cigarette from his mouth and threw it to the floor, it sizzling in a small clump of grass

"So are you going to drop that knive or am i going to to shoot you? i just cocked my shotgun?"

Posted by: MismatchedEyes Jan 18 2006, 11:19 PM
((Coming from: http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheF...pic=408&st=15))

The cut on his face was stinging still well more than stinging but the best you could get out of him would be "Its stinging".Damn male machoness eh? That 49 round wielding weapon was still gripped tightly in pale and now bloodied fingertips as he would move across the open space towards the cliff.

No cover.This place was too good to be true, someone was here that was for sure he could catch the odd word on the wind aswell as the smell of Nicotine.The smell of the Nicotine was more than enough to attract the long haired student.

His cravings were begining to kill him and he did indeed have his own cigarettes but maybe he could ask for one from the student? Maybe a nice little talk and a cigarette or maybe he would just choose to mow down the student when he or she reached for her carton of cigarettes.Well he wasnt much of a people person but when cancer was involved he would make an exception.

The strap of the Ingram was resting on his shoulder and so fingertips would finally release the weapon to let it hang at his side as he moved towards the smell of that wonderful drug he loved so much.

Boots padded at the ground as he walked casually to the sound of the smoke.The two figures came into his view, one dressed all in black and the other holding a stick? and he seemed to be talking.

Closer and closer did he move until finally he could recognise that "stick" the boy was holding and indeed the boy who was.Stevan and his shotgun with yet another new found friend.

He would get his smoke for sure now although the sight of the black covered figure would cause him to oncemore wrap his hand around the handle of his weapon as he finally came to a halt a foot or two behind his friend.Just in time to catch the end of his little speech.

"I Heard" he said with a smirk at their on running joke as the Ingram snapped up towards the black figure and a burst of rounds would be fired towards the figure.Better safe than sorry, friend or enemy it was all the same.

Maybe eight or nine rounds were spat from the barrel of the weapon.

Whoever the guy was he defintly didnt come from any school around here and judging by the camoflauge he wasnt here for the scenery.Terrorist? Stevan had made a good point, you woudl expect more judging by the announcments.

Posted by: Kaishi Jan 20 2006, 01:53 AM
McLocke's lips slowly formed a cocky smile. Maddening his appearance, he tilted his head, as if he were contemplating Stevan's question. To drop the knife, or not to drop the knife, that was the question. Whether t'is exciting in the mind to fight the guns and bullets of misfortune, or to take knife against a legion of students. And by -- Enough. It was making the pink and gray between his ears hurt. Definitely wasn't the time to go off on long sililoquies, but, rather, time to rush the enemy head on. If the smoker wasn't going to meet him, then, hell, McLocke would just need to meet him with a raised blade.

A cloud passed over his eyes as his body began to shudder. By the third shot, he was dancing, wobbling; near fall, balance regained. The kevlar had done its job with colors, catching each bullet in its intricate fabric. Ugh. Where was the coward? McLocke turned unwisely away from Stevan to face the new foe. For a moment, he was stuck between the two, wondering who would be best to take down.

Choosing the first with the shotgun, he threw the knife towards him, knowing full well that it wouldn't do anything. Didn't matter. Side stepping and gaining a new footing for the earth, he drew a second knife of equal size out of the elaborate belt around his waist. It was thrown aswell, this time at the second foe with the Ingram. Tsk.

That was when his true weapons were drawn. Two beautiful CZ-G2000 pistols, one in each hand, made somewhere in the Czech republic. Sweet. 19 rounds to each cartridge, and McLocke was packing heavy. Woo.

Game's been leveled, boys. Time to play students and terrorist.

Posted by: Kuze Jan 20 2006, 03:14 AM
(Continued from "Taking Stock" @Teh Well)

The gentle snapping of twigs underfoot, the light smell of fresh blood wafed through the air from the multitude of mangled corpses around the island. Eh-Sun had been experianceing these things scince she woke up on the island,after being kidnapped from her home in Andong.

As she was approching the hillside cliff area there was 2 standing figures and one bulky standing figure closer to her, wearing nothing but black, with a glint of black metal in each of his hands.

Niice, One of those terrorist Sons of bitches the big man was talking about.

Eh-Sun tucked her Taurus into her bag, and pulled out that Katana that Peri went on about, that Shinya had at one point. Unsheithing the sword as she tried to quietly walk up behind the bulkier figure, who at the time had his back towards her.

Making it up behind the male, after a good few minutes. Eh-Sun raised the sword up with both hands(the sheath is on the ground a few feet away) and swung it at one of the man's right arm, one of the arms that is holding a gun.

"C'mon dont put up too much of a struggle, and be a good little terrorsheep"

Posted by: Kaishi Jan 21 2006, 01:24 AM
He moved when he was certain, whirling around to the left and out of the sword's path. There was another opponent now. This time some sword weilding Asian, like in those crap dub films he got back home. McLocke was amused by her. If he could laugh, he would as he shoved down on her exposed back. Simple and easy does it, little girl. Next time you draw your katana, do remember the loud noise it makes, and, better yet, learn how to actually use it.

Still got my eye on the rest of you. McLocke made sure to watch the rest of his surroundings, stealing glances between the shotgun, the Ingram, and the katana every four beats. Remember that before another one pops up outta nowhere. He liked this, though. The work out would do him some good, after all.

Posted by: Kuze Jan 21 2006, 02:44 AM
"shit..."

That is all Eh-Sun could think as the terrorist moved behind her and pushed her to the ground, causing her to drop her sword, whitch fell into the nearby brush.

Pushing herself up onto her knees, Eh-Sun grabbed the Cattle prod whitch fell out of her open bag along with her length of rope and her Taurus handgun. Switching the cattle prod on, She swung it behind her, at the man in black.



Posted by: Kaishi Jan 21 2006, 08:35 PM
Anticipating the swing, he stepped away again, nearly getting hit by the electric tool. Working on adrenaline, he aimed his foot for Eh-Sun's hands and kicked out to try to make her drop the prod. Unfair bitch. Where was the fun in dodging a fatal weapon like that one? His throat clicked and gurgled, trying to form some sort of reprimand.

McLocke backed off a little and squeezed the triggers of his guns. It was a little hypocritical, seeing how guns weren't all that fun, either, but it suited the annoying girl.

Posted by: Kuze Jan 21 2006, 10:12 PM
Eh-Sun felt as the man's foot connect with her hands, causing the cattle prod to fall somewhere out of her immediate reach, soon after the two shots were fired, one hit the dirt near her, and the 2nd shot grazed her cheek, causing a small amount of blood to trickle down to her chin.

Feeling the slight sting of the graze, Eh-Sun dug in her open bag , and found a large silver handgun whitch she never used, yet it came with the bag she looted off that kid who was looting that Shinya kid. Pulling out the handgun and raising the gun up towards the man's waist, and fired 2 shots into the man, pausing slightly after each shot.

"you shoot at me I shoot back, ya mute motherfucker"

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Jan 21 2006, 10:31 PM
Two glocks were drawn from the terrorist, and the knife he threw at stevan was close to hitting him, but it flew past his shoulder. He raised his shotgun ready to fire, But then that girl that peri introduced him too, Eh-Sun?, intervined and started a fight with a man atleast three times her size.


As the fight ensued, punches were thrown, shots were taken, and stevan felt the need to take some action. His shotgun was raised to shoulder level, He looked down the barrel and layed his crosshair on the terrorist. He waited for eh-sun to take her shot, Before himself firing a hail of buck shot at him. He knew full well that it wouldent do much, peris ingram seemed to leave no mark, But maybe he could catch a leg or an arm? Whatever he did it would slow the big guy down.

Yet again stevan was the background character. Just watching and waiting for someone else to kill or be killed.

Posted by: Kaishi Jan 21 2006, 11:21 PM
His leg moved to cover his special area as a male reaction to Eh-Sun's gun. The shots, instead, found their way into his left hip, missing the bone and burrowing holes in him. Air meant to be a cry of pain squeaked out of him. Fighting these kids was more of a challenge then he thought it would be. Or, maybe it was just that they were hiding behind their weaponry and in teams. McLocke could take any of them down one on one, even if one of them had an uzi or something like that, but when it was three against one, things became much more diificult. Should've been expected, really.

McLocke was knocked off of his feet with the force of the shotgun blast. It hit him dead-on in the torso. The kevlar, although it was one of the best of its kind, tore a little around his stomach. Blood plumed around the lucky shot, and McLocke winced. It wasn't a wince of pain, but of disappointment. Why wasn't he watching them closer?

He fired a shot off at Eh-Sun, turned to face Stevan better, and shot five shots out of his right hand gun.

Posted by: MismatchedEyes Jan 22 2006, 12:26 AM
So he likes knives does he?

The dagger thrown towards Peri wasnt as easy to dodge at stevans as Peri actually had to move from his place to avoid it as it whizzed past the blood stained side of his face as a blurr of metal at a hairs breath from his eye.

It was all good fun pushing someone around and taunting them but things changed the moment those handguns were drawn and the Ingram was raised again towards the face of the man. He knew why the man was standing, kevlar the same as he was wearing. Who else had the luck to get this rare commoditiy on the island?

His mouth opened to let out a angry remark when the sight of Choi who was clearly in trouble changed things and soon she would be hitting the dirt and so his anger would be avoided through the entertainment of the battle between the asian girl and the large military man.

He had his weapon raised always but he had no urge to use it as the show was bloody good although he did have the urge to shoot Stevan for firing off his s hotgun while standing right next to him. The terrorist toppled and Peri cursed.

"My fucking ears, why the fuck would you do that? she was dealing with that a-o-fucking kay you long haired schlong loving asshole.." he snapped with his own voice now ringing in his ears. Choi had her piece with the man, Stevan too now and so Peri had to give into peer pressure.

At leg level to the left of the terrorist he would squeeze the trigger of the weapon before yanking the weapon right sending a stream of bullets at leg level of the male. Unless he had kevlar kneepads then that would hurt and disable the man. Two more firearms and Two more melee and some camoflauge..This guy was a tressure trove of goodies.

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Jan 22 2006, 12:37 AM
He would listen to peris rant with gritted teeth. Now even blood boy was having ago, who next? jesus? He would start his own comeback as he shouted at peri. "You cunt face mother fuck....." It was stopped when one of those little pieces of metal embedded itself into the top part of his arm, causing him to sharply turn left and fall to the floor.

Luckily the rest went over his body as he fell, but he had now his first wound. This getting shot thing isnt as cool as everyone makes out to be. he would think as he grabbed the shotgun tightly. He would of fired but peri got there first, No point in firing and loosing another bullet.

He gripped his arm As the burning sensation followed, although the adrenaline raised his pain tolerance.
He looked up to peri as he held that ingram, sweet as ever, Small burst of smoke coming from the tip as he finished shooting.

God bless Blood Boy

Posted by: Kaishi Jan 22 2006, 03:02 AM
Well. Mother of fuck.

Ingram boy raised his gun. Experience came in handy with the magician's next brilliant act. Come one, come all, watch the man outrun the fire line. McLocke's nostrils flared as his heart began to pound in his ears. He strode on powerful legs at athlete's speed, jerking his body every now and then to accelerate.

Within seconds he was up at Peri's face with a gun to his throat and stomach. It wasn't the most honorable act, but, hey, when it came down to it, you had to do things like these. All acts were fair game, even using one of the most simplest techniques to your advantage. They were kids, he was an adult with experience far beyond their years.

Grinning, he pressed the gun harder into Peri's throat, daring him or one of his "friends" to try something. A shotgun blast would be too fatal, and the girl? Nothing that she could do right now.

What's your next move, boys and girl?

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Jan 22 2006, 03:49 AM
It was all good and fun, but this terrorist was in another legue, the three had to remember that, as much as they enjoyed killing young students, this man loved it more.

He had some skill, the ingram was fast and powerful, yet he managed to escape every shot. fuck me dead he was good.
Stevan was getting up as the terrorist was running at peri. His shotgun would be sharply raised to the head of the terrorist, Not more than a three meters away.

The gunshot wound be held back for the time being, courtesy of adrenaline, His finger laying on the trigger ever so slightly.
"My fucking word! You dont stop do you?"

Posted by: Kuze Jan 22 2006, 06:02 AM
Seeing the one bullet mpale itself into the durt near her, and the fact that the Terrorist was preoccupied with Peri, and Steven. She slowly stood up, walked over to hersword, picked it up and started approching the back of the terrorist while he was preoccupied.

After reaching behind the Terrorist, Eh-Sun raised the Sword and swung it down at the Man's neck, aiming for the jugular vein.

"Die Ninja Wannabe"

Posted by: MismatchedEyes Jan 22 2006, 02:57 PM
Fucker.

Motherfucker.

The guy was fast as he managed to move past the stream of bullets from the Ingram and then he was infront of the longhaired student with a pistol to his throat and a pistol to his stomache.With two guns pointed at you all you could do was smile.His Ingram would be raised to the stomache of the terrorist almost like he was in pretending to bt the reflection of the man.

He grimaced at the feel of the cold steel being pushed further into this throat as a dare for an attack, the guy would have to die now. He was far to dangerous to stumble away but how would they take him down?

The man had a bullet proof vest on as did Peri..Those handguns of his held what fifteen rounds a pop counting the rounds he had fired off they had maybe 12 put together? Sadly he only needed one to finish the leading student off.

He was going to have to make a Ballsy move if he were to live and if he died well then it was a fun way to go. Eh-Sun would be approaching he could see the asian girl oncemore making an attack with her blade, why? why not a firearm? The Ingram blared to life oncemore while his other hand snapped up to hit with all his strength at the hand holding the weapon to his throat while his body tried to dodge under the arm.

The weapon was spitting out those hot chunks of metal in a upward stream rising from the stomache in a quick blurr of movment, hopfully to leave a few holes up the mans chest,neck and then face.

The throat weapon had been pushed witih all of his strength even if he moved it a little that would be enough as he moved into that crouch and fired off a good twenty rounds into the kevlar clad muscle man. At point blank the kevlar would be forced to cave.

Posted by: Kaishi Jan 22 2006, 04:32 PM
Trick number two, children. The amazing removal act. Simple to the eyes but complexities galore, like all good tricks are meant to be. Feast your eyes on this one, and do remember to watch closely. Blink and you might miss it!

McLocke let go of the "throat" pistol, allowing it to fall to the nearby ground. He followed soon after, rolling to a crouch. The kevlar was good. One of the best. But, it wasn't the best. It had weakened severely around the chest. His black camo felt sticky around his arm and leg, the unprotected areas. He'd been shot and the kevlar wasn't doing much better. And his neck...it was bleeding, too. Like a sword had come out of nowhere, leaving the job unfinished. What?

He looked back over, seeing the Asian movie girl still waving around her katana. Idiot. And then there was Ingram boy--

Ooh! Train wreck!

It explained the bleeding neck, but, judging by her inexperience, she probably didn't have the power to lift it back up again. A lesson in momentum and energy, folks, and the reason why you're not a samurai, girly. Jeez. He grabbed an object resembling a can off of his belt. Decorated all in silver-red, it looked more like a soda can than anything. Wrong. So, so, so wrong.

The can was thrown up into the air. McLocke looked around at his surroundings, deciding his escape route, then aimed for the flying can. Bang. Smoke exploded out of the can on impact, spreading out and covering the area like a thick fog. Ah. A smoke grenade, kiddos. Marvel in it while I run away from here.

Next trick? The great escape. Catch me if you can.

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Jan 22 2006, 04:44 PM
Stevan watched the sudden fight occur, of course he didnt fire a round into him, Too much risk of hitting peri. The asian kid he could spare but peri was toom uch pof a asset.

He saw the can thrown into the air and instantly thought 'Bomb', But when the terrorist bullet pierced the can and it didnt explode he was damn releived, Atleast now hed still have his limbs. The smoke was falling quickly and stevan couldent let him get away. He quickly withdrew the pistol he had been concealing in the back of his jeans and aimed for the terrorists legs. Bang, a round would be shot off, But had he hit him or not? He couldent tell. Anotherround would be shot off as he squeezed the trigger.

He dived for the the mans glock that he had dropped from peris throat, and with that glock another round would be ripped out of the gun.

Risen from the dead.
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Posted by: MismatchedEyes Jan 22 2006, 11:54 PM
He was still breathing that was a good sign for definite.

The constant pitter patter of the rounds from the Ingram slamming into the kevlar was almost like some man made rain.He used to love the rain, so peaceful and so in a place like this it was ironic that a weapon of such mass destruction could be linked to something so relaxing and peaceful.

"Fucker,Die already" he yelled out angrily from his crouching position as he continued to fire off his short burst at the form of the man.

The smoke grenade was tossed up and it was instantly registered for what it was, he had seen them before on the tv, in video games and even during the process of this game and so the moment he watched it being tossed up instantly spouting a plume of smoke his aim intensified.

"Shoot the Fucker" he screamed at the other two as both hands clung tightly onto the metal.From his stationary position and two handed aim not to mention the experience from using the weapon it was going to be hard as hell for him to miss in the breif seconds before smoke took his view.

He didnt give a shit, he fired into the smoking tracing a thick line of rounds across where the terrorist should have been running.

Keep yer dukes up, the game isnt over yet.

He took off after the Terrorist.

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Jan 23 2006, 12:07 AM
He still didnt know if he had hit the guy, but how would he off known? The terrorist wouldent be to scream for stevan to listen out for.

Shoot the fucker? no shit sherlock. He quickly got up and followed peri, running as fast as he could behind him. Both guns in hand and his trigger finger ready to be pulled when they caught 'houdini'

Maybe a little torture would be appropiate for, or would it be worth the risk of him escaping again? Oh the choices, it would probally be best to unload a clip of bullets into his face just to make sure, these guys never want to die.

Posted by: Kaishi Jan 23 2006, 02:04 AM
The shout sounded more like a strangled hiss. One round to the leg, another one to his back (good for him that the kevlar there was still intact). McLocke hit the ground, choking out another foreign sound. Darn. It. The smoke had covered verything by then, allowing perfect escape. Not good enough, though. They had already gotten his location by then, unleashing a fire that racked his body and destroyed the rest of his senses. Crap.

The kevlar had saved his back, but everything else was a bloody mess. No amount of training could keep the pain off of his face. Damn... Down already? Only one kill, too, and it wasn't even the grand prize. Oh great, I think I can hear them coming. The cut on his neck stung and opened further. Miss Samurai had hit a lot worse than McLocke had thought. Great. The blood was coming down thick and steady. Oh. Nice.

And where were the kids? Somewhere, standing nearby.

Well, make it quick.

McLocke squinted at the shadows in the smoke, guessing them to be Peri and Stevan. He raised his gun, firing off halfheartedly and making a move to get up again. Didn't work. He glared at them, ignoring the wet sticky stuff forming a pool under him. Crap. So soon? Then again, there was always Plan B...

Come on, don't be shy. It's neartime for the finale!

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Jan 27 2006, 05:03 PM
He suddenly stopped the chase as he heard that quiet choke that the terrorist let out. Stevan instinctively ducked as he heard the gunshots ring out. Hearing whizzing noises all around his head, it was like the first twenty minutes of saving private ryan.

He knelt and aimed both his pistols to the place where the shjots had cam from, the small flare the guns made when firing had given away his position.

"Drop the fucking weapon dick head" he spat out, his fingers laying ever so tigtly on the triggers, readu to squeeze when the terrorrist made his last wrong move.

Posted by: Kaishi Jan 29 2006, 06:11 AM
What're you mad?

McLocke sneered a la Elvis, then pointed his gun to his own head, contemplating what to do next. Muster up strength and kill the kid before it was too late, or just continue to lie here? If he chose the last, then he'd run out of material before the end. Sighing like a disappointed SOTF fan, he reached for the balaclava and pulled it off to reveal his face.

Humanization, although the boys and girl probably wouldn't care. It just gave him better chance to show himself off to the audience aswell as the students. Sticking out his tongue, he wagged it to prove that he was just like them, piercings, tatoos and all. A man not quite ready to grow up. If skating had been a popular sport where he lived, then, hell, he probably would've done it just like any other stereotype.

He kept the gun close to his body, deciding not to do anything with it just yet.

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Mar 10 2006, 09:03 PM
The smoke had quickly cleared and no almost everything was visible, apart from the odd mist here and there. He saw the balaclava being torn from the terrorists face and yes, He was surprised at how the man looked, sllightly reminiscent of the few people who would actually accept him. But who really gives a fuck, Its not like He was going to start hanging with this guy and smoking a reefer with him every now and then.

As soon as the terrorist stuck out his tongue, Stevan countered the disrespectful sign with one of his own, The trigger was squeezed and a bullet whizzed through the air, It was handy having another weapon around the house.

"Drop all your weapons or i will shoot you in the face."

He said, His english accent making his tone seem ever so serious.

Posted by: Kuze Mar 11 2006, 07:20 PM
(yeah long overdue,but Life happens)

Eh-Sun watched as the Terrorist fell over, pull off his mask and stick out his tongue. She dropped the Sword letting the blood on the blade mix with the dirt on the ground, pulling out the larger of the handguns in her bag (or the H&K USP for the peoploe who want specifics), and walked up next to Steven after he fired a bullet at the Terrorist (i have no Idea iof it was Shotgun or Handgun so meh).

"What is he immortal?"

Eh-Sun said as she raised the USP and fired four rounds at the terrorist.

(yeah I'm just out of it today so bite me)

Posted by: MismatchedEyes Mar 12 2006, 09:58 PM
Seemed that Peri was lagging and that could explain how the terrorist had managed to dodge most of the magazine that had been spat from the young students pride and joy, his ingram. Sharp teeth would clench as he burst into a run after the two sliding to a halt as he saw the Terrorist raise the pistol to his temple.

All the effort the trio had put into chasing after the terrorist and now he would steal a victory from there? Well there were still the weapons..the spoils of war.

Choi`s handgun would explode into action a few feet from him. It was an idea but a stupid one and with the bleeding wounds in the adult it would have to work. The Ingram would be raised and he held down the trigger as he would spray a thick wave of lead towards the terrorist.The rounds slamming into the ground eitherside of the terrorist if this were manga the man would have been cut in two. You know how it goes, gunfire..shocked face..top half slides off the bottom half.

He could dodge the Ingram`s fire plus Choi`s rounds? Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide kiddies.

Posted by: Kaishi Mar 13 2006, 02:50 AM
It didn't matter to him what the kids did now anymore. They had all stepped up close enough to watch the fireworks. Time for the end. It was a fine run, but not fine enough. Expected, since the two sides were unfair. One side was loaded with weaponry, the other with three people. Kids had the right idea going for them, though. There wasn't any other way to taking down a magical beast like Shannon McLocke.

Actually... There wasn't a way at all.

Stevan's bullet hit the side of McLocke's head, pulling a large chunk out of his ear. Despite the ringing taking up all of his hearing, he managed to rip the remainder of his grenades from his belt. One smoke grenade, two explosives. Anything would do now that endgame was approaching.

He pointed his guntoting hand at his collar, holding grenades up to his neck with the other. One of Eh-Sun's shots impacted his shoulder, shattering it and disabling his arm. The grenades rolled lazily out of his hand, falling next to his face. The second round hit his torso, ruining his ribcage. Bone, pink, and red flew up in the air in celebration. Congratulations! You've managed to damage one of the strongest men on the island significantly! The third and fourth shot hit relatively the same place, only adding to the injury.

Although his vision was blackening, McLocke was still breathing harshly. He wouldn't be able to get up from this, but that was okay. There was no need when there was just one final task left. Pulling the trigger, setting off a chain reaction. The three students were close enough to burn. How did that line go?

I'm taking you all with me, motherfuckers.

It didn't even matter what Peri was doing with his Ingram. By that time, McLocke had already shot his collar, setting off the explosive and blowing his head off in the process. The other grenades were torn apart outwards, spreading near unavoidable chaos. Fair is fair. Good luck with the dodge, folks.

On that hour, Shannon McLocke died piecefully.

SHANNON MCLOCKE, TERRORIST COLOR BLACK, ELIMINATED.

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Mar 13 2006, 03:28 PM
So it was suicide he chose? Mhm, A gutsy move and one severely not expected from a man of his stregnth and capability. It was as if it was in slow motion, the shots tearing through the black clad titan, and as stevans shot hit all he could think of was 'BOOOM HEADSHOT', A tiny inwards smile appeared from that thought.

The grenades rolled from his hand and the shot that he let off assisted his suicide. Everything went from that slow motio affect to pure chaos. As soon as stevan noticed those grenades He would start to back off quickly. He was a paranoid kid, Back home he would notice anything, be it a small fly on the otherside of the classroom or someone aiming a slingshot to the back of his head, He was very aware that he had to look out for this sort of thing, and that feature in his persona came in handy right about now.

His backwards walk soon turned into a short lived sprint, The force from the grenades had sent him through the air and plumeting to earth. The only thought in his head at this moment was how many limbs he had left, and very damn luckily he had all of them, Plus a few minor burns, cuts from fragments. He was smart enough to cover his head and his bag protecting his back. Good, the most important places on his body were protected.

For a while he would wait, lying on the floor dazed. That high pitched noise screaming through his ears, damn grenades.
The thing he worried about most was the corpse of the terrorist, he was hoping to salvage some good stuff from that man but he'd be fucked if that was going to happen now.

Posted by: MismatchedEyes Mar 13 2006, 03:58 PM
( Thanks Kai...really gonna need it o.o : Sucks in breath: )

One hit, stevans bullet caught the guy on the side of the head. The adults cranium visibly twitching from the bleeding wound. Finally this short story came to an end..right? It should have ended there. The adult took a merciful death from a round to the head or he should have but instead he pulled out those explosions in a can.

"Shit" was the word he hissed out as he began backing up and moving in that crouching run that had kept him alive as long as this. The adult had two targets and Peri had body armour and now a pair of grenade toe caps. This was insane, truly and utterly insane.

His pace pickening up as he began running faster before and faster.No Boom..No ear shattering sound well not yet at least. That Ingram was waving in his hand as he would run. Grenades went boom, they had to, had to go boom, they had to---

Then it came the Boom.

His eardrums exploded and his face burnt as he would tumble down into a nearby path of undergrowth. The thick wave from the explosion shoving him down into the plants and lighting his flesh up, his face felt sore..A few more cuts what diffrence would it make? His back was scratched shards of metal pushing their way through the bulletproof vest protecting him so closely.

Here he lay now with metal claws scratching at his face and burning fingers stroking his features but still he clung to his Ingram.A moment was taken just to spit a little saliva which turned out to be a nasty globule of blood into the dirt with a little disgust.
.
Laying down in the tall grass with a mostly empty weapon in his hand a bleeding face and bleeding gods know what..This wasnt him at his best. The kevlar had barely caught the metal from frag grenades and now this? Fuck, fucking fuck.

A hurried hand pulled strands of blonde hair from his mouth as the Ingram would be quickly weighed in his hand.At a guess he had maybe eight..nine more rounds? plus his sidearm.

Lips puckered before disposing of yet another mixture of the thick blood/saliva combination. The Ingram would be raised between his legs pointed towards where the terrorist had last been seen. He was bleeding and sore and the burning sensation on his face was still going strong, the Ingram was raised to point in the direction towards where the man had just been standing while his other hand reached around the back of his jeans to pluck his sidearm out.

The fucker must have been a god or something.

He was bleeding.. that crazy kid had left a damn good mark down his face and now his kevlar was all but fucked? This was not good. He had killed to many to give up now and besides it was fun.

Blonde hairs clung together as the blood held them tightly clapsed together as he kept a grip tightly

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Mar 13 2006, 09:17 PM
He still lay still, The screaming in his head starting to die off slightly. He muscles ached, not to mention the bullet lodged in his arm. "Fucking terrorist" Would be grunted occumpanied by a stream of blood and a tooth, Fucking prick knocked out my tooth.

He slowly raised from the grassy floor. He shuffled over and picked those two handguns up, There werent many bullets in them but they would do. One would be switched to safety and placed in his jeans, the other was kept in his hand for luck. He slowly walked over to the now smouldering corpse of the once great and powerful man.
Not so powerful afterall, forced into a shameful suicide thanks to two fuck up rejects and some korean girl.

The blacked corpse was kicked over, He could still hear the skin and muscles melting and the smell of burnt hair intoxicated the place. It was beautifully grotesque. He would try to salvage some of that handy cammo gear but it seemed nothing would be of use now. The boots could work but they would just fall apart if he tried. The kevlar which he had his eye on was now nothing of importance, His whole plan was fucked up, Now he had to go around in his normal shitty cloths. What did he think he could salvage? It was nothing now but a steaming pile of crispy flesh.

He would turn, around to finally see what damage had been done to his allys.

Posted by: Kuze Mar 13 2006, 10:11 PM
"oh shit"

Eh-Sun thought when she saw the grenade roll next to the Terrorist's collar while he had his gun to to it. Out of instict the covered her head with her arms when the Grenade exploded, Embedding shrapnel into her forearms.

Eh-Sun wordlessly stared at her bleeding forearms with a look of pure horror on her face. Her finger still in the USP's triggerguard, the blood dripped down her arms and onto the ground.

"Fuck!"

Was the only word flowing through her mind as she felt the blinding pain of the hundreds of srapnal woulds in her arms. She fell to her knees with tears brimming from her eyes. completely forgetting about all the weapons in the brush and the Katana on the dirt path.

(fuck I told you im feelin out of it)

Posted by: MismatchedEyes Mar 16 2006, 10:26 PM
Silence died now finally except for the distant sound of Eh-Sun crying and Peri would finally spit out the words "Well Fuck me senseless" before he would sling his Ingram onto his shoulder and still clutching that sidearm climbed up onto unsteady arms.

The terrorist was very clearly gone.Nothing left now but a large crimson stain where he had been staying, not even dog tags had been left behind. Not a single thing and somehow they had survived all with a variety of wounds but Eh-Sun seemed to be coping the worst he noticed with raised eyebrows.

"Get up Choi or we will put you out of youre misery" he said as he would move over to the path and sweeping up the Kitana giving it a few experimental slashes at the air while his other hand stayed wrapped around that Magnum.

"We need to get somewhere safe and warm..preferably with doors and a roof. Im bleeding and I know you fuckers are aswell so lets go find somewhere for a smoke and a place to make our wounds sterile" he said as he wiped a little off his blood from his face with the back of his hand as he walked towards Choi wearing a grinn on his face those pearly canines oncemore on show.

"Any ideas?"

((Continued in: http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheF...t=0&#lastlast))

Posted by: Bloody_Fists Mar 19 2006, 09:27 PM
He would just stare at the wounds that eh-sun had recieved. So she wasnt the big psychotic killer that he had percieved her to be. Just the same screaming girl that he had met back at the school building.

He pulled the map from the side pocket of his bag and unfolded it. He looked of the crinkled paper, looking for a good place to set up camp but no good ones came to mind. Gazebo? Small house? Hospital?..."Fuck it, you decide." He said, a hint of pissed in his voice.

He repositioned the leather jacket that he had stole from Kouji. It did come in handy, it served that little bit more protection from the shards of flying metal. He also found it funny how they had not yet offered help to eh-sun, they were supposed to be allies with the girl but c'mon, This is bloodboy and freak were talking about, they only give a shit about themselves and occasionaly each other.

"C'mon choi, were gonna get moving, maybe a dose of nicatine will blow your worries away?"

((Continued in: http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheF...showtopic=793))

Posted by: LadyMakaze Apr 16 2006, 02:49 AM
[taking over Eh-Sun with permission from Kuze]

Eh-Sun remained a crumpled up figure kneeling against the ground, which was gradually staining in her own blood. All she could do was stare in silence at the lines of red forming an intricate pattern on her forearms that bled and smudged, masses of blood and ripped flesh. Somehow, the pain felt all to familiar to her. Biting her lip as the pain numbed her mind, she faintly recalled being beaten by her father, and being stabbed multiple times to near death by that passer-by.

But why was it coming back to her now? For all she could remember, she'd blocked away those memories long ago. She'd erased all memory of physical pain, leaving herself only with the inner numbness and bitterness that she had harboured all these years. Yet why....WHY was it coming back to her now?

She looked up with a pale, agonized expression as Peri looked her over and spoke harshly. It hurt to move her arms. It hurt to move at all. But what infuriated her the most was that tears were running down her eyes.

Man this shit hurts....Also, why the fuck am I crying?

"Get off!" she hissed, though not without a whimper of slight pain. Even her attempt at intimidating him was pitifully halfhearted, and so Eh-Sun resigned herself to give in a little....at least for now.

All the while, the burning pain across her ruined forearms singed at her mind. She knew that immediate medical help would be necessary...but she was too afraid to touch them. This was shrapnel after all. Her skin was practically studded with it now. And..looking at them now....

Eh-Sun gulped, struggling to keep herself from fainting. Looking at them now, they seemed injured beyond any possibility of recovery. She'd be lucky to keep at least one arm when all was said and done.

"Hey, you!" She hissed at the two boys, Peri and Steven, though gasps of pain escaped her throat. "H-help me, why don't you?! Are you just going to stand there?"

Already it seemed as though they were taking no heed of her, telling her to follow, yet at the same time leaving her behind to bleed on her own. It seemed as though they were bound towards the shoreline...or the rocky cliff where the lighthouse stood.

At this point, Eh-Sun was torn. She had never trusted anyone since coming here...killed three people in cold blood. But that didn't matter to her. All she wanted was to survive.

And it seemed that in order to achieve that goal...she would have to trust others. These two it seemed.

Damnit...DAMNIT! she thought, enraged with herself, as she struggled to stand up, dragging her pack with a bleeding hand, unable to get a good grip on it due to her injury. She let it trail against the ground. I never wanted to trust anybody in this, but....

"Wait up, you guys!" She shouted, biting her lip in resolution as she followed the boys, drops of blood leaving a trail of red as she staggered on, almost blindly, towards the lighthouse.

[I take that back, continued at the warehouse then]
Risen from the dead.
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