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Into The Jaws of Hell; Private
Topic Started: Jun 24 2011, 05:19 AM (1,274 Views)
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((Maxwell Lombardi continued from Paint it Black))

As Maxwell quickly moved through the woods in a generally eastern direction, eventually finding himself working his way up the tall mountain that dominated the centre of the island, he decided to check out the small gun which he had recently liberated from his would-be assailant.

It wasn't particularly impressive as far as guns went, he had to admit, at least compared to his old handgun anyway. It was fairly small for starters, and didn't look as though he could carry as much ammunition as his old gun. Its general shape vaguely reminded him of a Lugar, but something told him that it was an entirely different make of gun altogether. Not that he was the most knowledgable person on earth when it came to firearms.

Still, small or not, it made for a perfectly adequate replacement for his old handgun nevertheless. Even if his old handgun had proven to be such a handy tool on more than one occasion. Just thinking about it reminded him of all the times it had proven itself to be his single most reliable weapon in times of crises. He remembered all the times it had saved him in a tight spot, or when it had been used to dispose of his enemies in an efficient and well executed manner. Which made it even more annoying when he thought back to the moment when his favourite weapon was stolen by that thieving oriental bitch Mizore Soryu.

Mizore... Whilst a part of him was glad that she died on that boat with the rest of those assholes who thought they could escape, he was still disappointed that he couldn't have been the one to end her life himself. The same thing went for that Sarah Xu girl, who Maxwell was partially hoping to bump into at some point so he could leave Reiko Ishida a surprise during the next announcement.

Oh well... Still, on the bright side, at least now I have decent sword by my side instead of a clumsy shotgun. Can't wait to test it out on the next unlucky bastard I come across...


...Speak of the devil, there's one right up ahead.


Maxwell stopped suddenly behind a nearby tree as his eyes caught a peculiar sight directly ahead of him, namely a dishevelled-looking boy staring out into the distance. There was something odd about the way he stood there on the mountain's edge, as if he was trying to spot something floating in the vast ocean that seemed to go on forever in every direction.

Which also meant that he left himself wide open to an attack.

Anxious to take advantage of this perfect opportunity to eliminate the competition, Maxwell slowly made his way closer, making sure to tread lightly to avoid giving his next target a head start. He gripped the pistol in his hands tightly as he stopped behind a particularly large boulder, aiming his gun directly at the other boy's back with both his hands to make sure that he wouldn't miss. It wasn't often that he was able to find someone alone and unaware of his presence like this, and Maxwell was determined not to let this one get away should things go badly.

But then... Just as he was steadying his aim, Maxwell suddenly realised that he'd seen this boy somewhere before. He couldn't recall where exactly, but there was just something distinctly familiar about him. Something about his hair and clothing which reminded Maxwell of a person whom he'd recently bumped into...

Then it clicked, and a wide smirk appeared on Maxwell's lips.

Could it... No, surely not. The chances of bumping into HIM of all people must be astronomical. Then again, we ARE nearing the final stretch of the game aren't we? So perhaps this reunion isn't so unlikely after all.....

Either way, Maxwell couldn't just shoot this gun in the back anymore, not when he had the potential to taunt another one of the bastards who had crossed him and gotten away with it. He'd still be fully in charges of the situation of course, thanks to his trusty little pistol, but now that he recognised his target there was no way he could kill him in a manner as anticlimactic as a bullet to the back of the head.

And so, with this thought in mind, Maxwell stood up from where he was hiding and slowly made his way towards the other student with his gun trained at the back of his skull, making sure to walk silently until he was only several metres away from his target.

"Well, look who it is! Fancy bumping into you here of all places..."
Edited by Fiori, Jun 24 2011, 03:30 PM.
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Maxwell hadn't expected his opponent to react so fast, and before either of them knew it the two killers found themselves staring down the barrels of each other's guns.

That was annoying. Maxwell hadn't really intended on finding himself in a Mexican Standoff. No matter, he was still in charge of the situation, and it wasn't as if either of them were going to open fire any time soon. In the meantime, Maxwell was perfectly content to stand around and have a little chat whilst trying to figure out how to get out of this mess.

And so, that's exactly what the two infamous killers did for the next couple of minutes. During which Maxwell learnt some very interesting information about the Japanese boy who stood before him, namely the fact that the same boy who had pulled that irksome stunt with the flashbang grenade happened to be none other than Naoko Raidon. THAT Naoko Raidon. The same Naoko Raidon who's name had cropped up during the announcements on several occasions, claiming at least five or so names during his time on the island. Which, unless Maxwell was mistaken, meant that he was quite possibly one of the most dangerous people on the island apart from himself.

That just made this entire situation a hundred times more interesting.

It was at that point that Maxwell then realised that the gun Raidon held in his hand was none other than his old pistol. The one which that thieving harpy Mizore had literally stolen from right under his nose. Seeing it being held in another man's hand caused Maxwell's blood to boil in anger at the thought of someone else handling his most reliable weapon, something which he only barely managed to hide from Raidon. As much as Maxwell would have loved to leave the fellow player to continue reducing the competition for him, there was no way in hell he was going to let him just walk away after what he'd humiliated him so thoroughly. No, Maxwell was going to make damn sure that the only way Naoko Raidon was going to get off this mountain alive was via a hundred foot drop to the jagged rocks below.

First things first though, Maxwell was going to mess around with his head some more. Bring up some unsaid points, maybe even hit a nerve or two. Anything to distract his adversary for as long as possible whilst he thought of a way to get him whilst he least suspected it.

However, whilst he was doing a decent job at first at unnerving the Japanese killer, Raidon quickly managed to turn the tables when he implied that the news of the escape plan's failure might have been a ruse set-up by Danya's cronies to keep the game going. Which, as much as he hated to admit it, made perfect sense. Why tell everyone on the island that there had been a successful escape attempt when you could tell them that everyone who tried to escape died in the process? Come to think of it, why hadn't Maxwell suspected that himself in the first place? Was he just trying to delude himself into thinking that all his actions up to this point hadn't been meaningless after all?

Son of a bitch, now I'M the one getting distracted. C'mon Max, turn the tables on this smug nip so we can get his over and done with...

And so he did, to which Raidon replied by telling Maxwell that he had killed someone by the name of Simon. Oh, NOW it all makes sense. Guess this Raidon fellow is just another would-be-avenger who assumes he has the moral high ground just because I happened to off a buddy of his. Shame, for a moment there I thought he was someone with a little more depth to him...

After taking a moment to figure out who the heck was Simon Grey in the first place, it didn't take long for Maxwell to come up with a way to insult his adversary's dead friend. He'd of come up with something wittier if he had the time, but judging from the fiery look in Raidon's eyes things were finally about to heat up.

Not that Maxwell had any problem with that. He'd become bored with this conversation anyway...

Just as Raidon pulled the trigger, Maxwell dived immediately to the left and rolled out of harms way, dodging another two bullets or so before firing an off-hand shot in Raidon's general direction. The two killers then quickly got behind the nearest cover they could find, which in this case took the form of two boulders large enough for them to hide behind. From there onwards, they took turns in taking pot shots at one another, each of them dodging and ducking out of the way of their opponent's oncoming bullets. Not wishing to be caught in a deadlock, Maxwell eventually decided to dash from his spot and slam his back against another rock formation several metres closer to Raidon.

However, little did he realise that Raidon had a similar idea, and as he moved from behind cover to take a shot the two killers found themselves both pointing their guns at one another once more.

Only this time, they both decided to actuallly pull the trigger...

...only to then realise that BOTH of them had run out of ammunition. Shit!

Quickly acting on instinct, Maxwell blocked the punch Raidon threw at him and lifted his leg to deliver a harsh kick to Raidon's chest, sending the Japanese boy stumbling backwards.

Right towards the mountain's edge.
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A wide, cruel grin appeared on Maxwell's face as he watched Raidon struggle to keep his hold on the cliff's edge, the look of desperation in his face making the eager young killer feel especially powerful as he slowly strode towards the helpless boy.

He was strongly tempted to do something to add insult to injury whilst he still had the chance, like stamp on his hand or pretend to help him up only to shove him over the edge. Maybe he could make some quip about his dead slut Mizore, or mock his dead ginger friend a little more. That in particular seemed to rile him up a lot. But sadly, in the end Maxwell barely had enough time to even utter a single insult before his adversary plummeted out of sight.

Still, not that it mattered. Naoko Raidon was dead, no doubt about it. There wasn't any way he could have possible survived a fall like that. Especially considering the state he was in. No, Maxwell didn't doubt for a second that he'd personally removed another thorn embedded deep in his chest.

And knowing that made him feel excellent.

Its almost a shame really. Here I thought I'd come across a decent challenge, but in the end you proved to be just as capable of defending yourself as everyone else on this damn island I've killed. Hell, even that crazy bitch Maria Somethingorother proved to be harder to kill than you!

He sighed, wiping perspiration from his brow as he looked down at the gun that lay at his feet, picking it up and expecting it in his hand. Yes, this was DEFINITELY his. The very same handgun which had proven to be so useful ever since he first came to decision that he was going to play this game to win. And now, almost as if by destiny, it was back in his capable and deserving hands.

And Maxwell was damn sure that he was going to put it to good use.

Speaking of which, he had a funny feeling that his next customer was just around the corner. Perhaps it was intuition, or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but for some reason Maxwell just had a funny feeling that he would soon require to make good use of his newly retrieved handgun sooner than he would have preferably liked.

With this in mind, Maxwell grabbed a couple of clips form his bag and reloaded his pistols, holding one in each hand as he made his way along the mountain trail once more.

And sure enough, barely ten or so minutes later, Maxwell found exactly what he was looking for...

((Maxwell Lombardi continued in You Already Know How This Ends))
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