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Breaking Down the Wall; Private thread
Topic Started: Jan 3 2011, 03:34 PM (1,763 Views)
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((Maxwell Lombardi continued from Out and In))

It had only been half a day since he'd left the mansion far behind him, and Maxwell was already missing the comfort of having a roof over his head.

He'd been moving north all night, mainly sticking to the shadows in case he came across anyone unawares. Whilst he was making sure to be a stealthy as possible in order to not attract unwanted attention to himself, the young Brit nevertheless managed to move through the woods and across the island at a quick and steady pace. No point meandering in one area when there might be more people in another, right?

However, despite his intentions, the closest thing to a living person Maxwell had come across since he'd left Clio was the charred corpse of what used to be Francine Moreau. Apart from that... Rather unfortunate encounter, Maxwell had yet to find another target to add to his slowly growing list of successful kills.

Funny. Whenever I've stopped off somewhere, I always seemed to get swarmed by a large number of unwanted guests with severe deathwishes. And yet, whenever I've gone looking for people on my own accord its inexplicitly rare that I ever actually find anyone. Just my luck I suppose...

Eventually, Maxwell settled down on the outskirts of the woods and took a break, allowing himself an hour or two's worth of sleep to keep his energy up. He would have slept for longer if the sun hadn't decided to rise at the worst possible moment and rudely awaken him. After unsuccessfully trying to get back to sleep, Maxwell eventually gave up and decided to have a quick breakfast of water, stale bread an a quick swig from his waterbottle filled with wine before heading out. Feeling the sweet taste of red wine pour down his throat was something that brought a shiver of joy to the youthful killer. After all, he'd been forced to settle with lukewarm water for the past couple of days. Sure, he'd rather drink it out of an expensive glass, but you'd have to be an idiot to not take the opportunity to drink something which actually has some flavour on this godforsaken island.

Once he'd finished his breakfast, Maxwell quickly began to make his way northward again. An hour or so later, the morning announcement kicked in to keep him up to date about how his peers where doing. It was the same old same old, nothing particularly special or surprising. Twenty-five less members of the competition to worry about. A couple of players increased their kill count, including a certain Reiko Ishida and Nick Reid. And once again, the BKA was wasted on some brat by the name of Jimmy Brennan. Otherwise, not much else was different. Well, may as well add this "Jimmy" fellow to the list of BKA winners with a shiny weapon I could put to good use... Once I pry it from his dead hands that is.

On his way, he stopped for a second as he spotted a settlement in the distance. Most likely the town mentioned on the map. He was strongly tempted to waltz in and see if he could shake things up a notch, after all there was bound to be plenty of people there. Then again, it would only take one asshole to announce his presence to the town and have them all gang up on him. He wasn't exactly popular with the rest of the island after all, with six... No, seven (Heh) kills to his name. So instead of going in to investigate, the young Brit simply shrugged and carried on.

A couple more hours later, Maxwell found himself standing before a large warehouse. He'd of been curious of what could be stored within it, or if it was actually accessible at all, if it wasn't for the fact that by this point after travelling almost nonstop for several hours Maxwell wanted nothing more then to take a breather.

And, sure enough, the first thing he did as he reached the building sit down and lean his back against the wall, breathing steadily as he caught his breath. He opened his bag and took a nearly empty water bottle out of it, taking another glug of water to keep his energy up. As he sat there alone, his thoughts went back to the day before, when he and Clio spoke to one another about their experiences on the island. He couldn't help but miss her company at that moment. After all, the chances of meeting someone else on this island who he could have a civilised conversation with was practically nil. That, and the fact that they had...... Well..........

No, put those thoughts out of your mind right now Maxwell. It was an act of passion, nothing more. Nothing less. You have to keep yourself focused on the game. Keep your focus on surviving this through to the end. After all, any second some bastard could catch you off guard when you least suspect it...
Edited by Fiori, Jan 14 2011, 11:36 AM.
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Maxwell should have learnt by now to stop tempting fate.

The moment Maxwell heard the heavy footsteps of Marco charging at him with a candelabra, he knew that had mere seconds to get out of the way. Just as Marco swung his "weapon" at Maxwell's head, the young Brit quickly dived into a roll just in time as the candelabra clanged against the warehouse wall. Scrambling to his feet, Maxwell was quick on his toes as Marco recovered and preceded to try and hit Maxwell again, to which he narrowly dodged. Marco swung his weapon several more times, each missing Maxwell by mere inches. The young killer eventually managed to land a single kick at Marco's side, only to jump back when Marco swung his weapon in a wide arc.

Taking a fighting stance, Maxwell wiped a bead of sweat from his head as he assessed the situation. Okay, what the hell just happened? One minute ago, I was resting quite happily against a wall, when suddenly this... This fucking TANK just burst out from nowhere!

He looked pass the intimidating brute in front of him at his TEC-9, which he'd left unattended by his bag back by the wall. Evidently as it seemed, taking this brute on in hand-to-hand combat would be a doomed fight. But not even a tank like this man could survive a bullet to the chest. Only problem now was how to get past him...

At first, Maxwell tried to see if he could ran past the left of him, only for Marco to sidestep and take another sweep which Maxwell barely dodged. Then he tried running around the right of him, only for the same thing to happen. Marco apparently seemed to have cottoned on to what Maxwell was trying to do, and considering his strength and the fact that his reach was much longer then Maxwell's, this put him a very difficult situation indeed.

And Maxwell just couldn't help but smile. This was going to be interesting...

After a minute had passed of the two of them standing there in a miniature stand-off, Maxwell feigned to the left, only to then go and attempt to trip Marco up. However, as his leg collided with Marco's, the young Brit's face went pale as he realised that it had barely fazed the taller student, who preceded to take another swing at him. Maxwell dived out of the way fast enough to dodge the the candelabra... But not fast another to dodge the back-hand Marco inflicted upon him with his free hand that sent Maxwell flying onto his back.

Ack! Bastard! That actually HURT! How dare you... How dare you swat me aside like some kind of INSECT! Don't you have any idea who I am?!?

He scrambled to his knees, propping himself up onto one leg as he scowled viciously in Marco's direction. Trying to kill Maxwell was one thing... Actually physically hurting him on the other hand was another thing altogether. He was already planning on killing this tool at the first chance he got, but now that just wouldn't be enough to satisfy him... He wanted to make this bastard pay harshly for even daring to lay a hand on him. And simply killing him would be far too merciful.

His eyes turned to his gun once more. He was in a much better angle to dive for it now, seeing as Marco had knocked him over to the left side of him. However, before he could even move, Marco had already dropped his candelabra and dashed as fast as he could for Maxwell's gun.

Oh no your fucking NOT!

Launching himself from his position, Maxwell dived for the gun as Marco lumbered after it. Whilst the brute had made a good start, Maxwell was much faster than him and managed to get to the gun in time, elbowing Marco between the eyes as he scrambled to a standing position.

HA! Now the fun can really get starte...... Wait, what on earth is he doing?

Maxwell couldn't help but stand there perplexed as the brute who had kept on the edge began to stumble about as if he couldn't see anything. It took a while for the young Brit to figure out what exactly was going on, but as soon as he spotted the large pair of black glasses on the floor, all the pieces fell into place...

A sadistic smirk appeared on Maxwell's face.

So, he's blind as a bat without his glasses eh? Oh, I am going to have a lot of fun with this...

Moving silently so as not to draw Marco's attention too early, Maxwell positioned his foot above his glasses and whistled.

"Looking for these?" he said, before stepping down on the glasses and crushing them underneath his foot. The young Brit quickly sidestepped out of the way as the inevitable counter-attack happened, the blonde-haired brute running right past him. Quickly yet carefully gathering up the shards with his hands, Maxwell whistled again to draw his prey's attention.

"Here, why don't you take them back?" he said, waiting for Marco to run towards him before throwing the shards into his face and sidestepping to the right. Maxwell almost laughed as Marco cried out in agony, his big clumsy hands desperately trying to swipe them from his face. It was surprising, really, how quickly the tables had turned. At first Maxwell was fighting for his life... Now he was simply having fun at this brute's expense.

Anyway, best wrap this up soon before something unexpected happens...

Maxwell decided then that he would lecture this big lug for a while longer before delivering the killing blow. However, before that, he had to make sure that he wouldn't be able to get away... So, without so much as a moment's hesitance, Maxwell whipped out his pistol from his jacket pocked and shot Marco in the knee caps.

"You know, its funny really. I only just remembered that I had this gun on me the whole time. Imagine if I had remembered sooner, BEFORE you had the audacity to hit me back there."

As he spoke, he circled the fallen brute like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Still, not much I can do about it now is there? What's done is done... I would have granted you a quick and painless death if you hadn't of acted so hostile. But you had to go ahead and play the hero didn't you? Try and take out the top player on the island, avenge all those pathetic imbeciles who tried the exact same thing with similar results. Then again, maybe you're just another player like me looking for an extra kill to add to your slowly growing list. Honestly, I don't give a damn what your intentions were. All that matters is that you tried to kill me, so instead of a bullet to the back of the head, you get this..."

On that note, Maxwell aimed his Glock at Marco's lower back and fired three times.

"There, enjoy slowly bleeding to death...."

And, to add further insult to injury, Maxwell delivered one final kick right into Marco's face.
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The young killer stood there for a moment to take on board what had just happened.

It seemed as if it was only a minute ago that he'd been wandering across the island searching for his prey... And now, here he was, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied grin on his face. Toppling over a tank of a man like the one before him wasn't exactly an easy task... At least, not at first anyway. After the brute had lost his glasses, he'd gone from a dangerous opponent to a living punching-bag within seconds. In a way, defeating him if anything had been TOO easy in the end...

Nevertheless, Maxwell was satisfied. This man had tried to kill him, so he repaid the favour. He just so happened to have a little more fun with it than Marco did, thats all.

And yet... Something about the image before him didn't seem right. There was something off about the brute which made Maxwell uneasy. Moments ago, the brute had been moaning and mumbling underneath his breath. Now though, he remained silent and didn't seem to be moving an inch apart from the subtle movement of his lungs breathing in an out. At first, Maxwell assumed that perhaps he was just accepting his fate like a man. And yet...

Wait, is he... Unconscious? Jesus, I didn't think I kicked him THAT hard! Damn it all...

The young Brit felt anger brewing within him as the realisation that he'd been robbed of delivering the brute a slow and painful death like he'd intended. He was still a dead man, that was obvious, but now he wouldn't be conscious enough to realise it. That thought alone irritated the ambitious young killer beyond belief...

Bastard... Oh well, it was my own damn fault for getting carried away. He probably would have tried to remove his own collar so he could die more quickly or something anyway. Besides, the end result is still the same. He's dead, or dying anyway, and i'm not. So who honestly gives a damn about petty details like that?

The young Brit gave out a loud yawn. Now that the adrenaline from his fight with Marco had run out, he was beginning to feel tired again. He needed some well deserved rest, especially after tackling a beast like Marco all by himself. More specifically, he needed to get some proper rest in a proper bed rather then another five-minute break underneath a tree like he had been doing since he'd left the mansion far behind him. And as it just so happened, there was a nice looking town just a few miles back in the direction he came from...

Hmm, it could be a warzone out there. Then again, i'm sure if I barricade myself in nicely I could allow myself a decent amount of rest. Besides, once i'm fully rested, I could go back into removing the surrounding competition without having to rely on my adrenaline to keep myself awake. Yes, I like the sound of that...

On that note, Maxwell threw his pack over his shoulder, cocked his gun, and headed for the residential district with an ambitious smirk on his face.

((Maxwell Lombardi continued in No Crying Allowed))
Edited by Fiori, Jan 17 2011, 01:54 PM.
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