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Topic Started: Jan 18 2017, 07:26 PM (307 Views)
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((Will McKinley continued from Haunted Reality))

There was a lingering sense of regret leaving Ben and Penelope behind, both off playing hero while he was off skulking on some revenge quest. Maybe he should have stayed with them, at least make sure Ben used the damn bandages and not get himself infected, stubborn bastard. Too late for regrets now, he'd already seen the state that gets you. So here he was, trying to sleep when something in the room woke him up. When Will picked this place to sleep, it was with the hope of being left alone, to be away from everyone. So of course it figures the first thing he sees is someone eating his food. It was one thing to wake him up from sleep, another was to do so while stealing his food. He couldn't tell who it was yet, but he would make them regret ever doing so.

Groggily, Will got up on his feet, checked if his gun was still on him, and when he noticed the thief turning to look at him, punched whoever it was across the face. He then grabbed him in a choke hold.

“Who the hell do you think you are?”
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Oh for fucks sake! It figures it’d be fucking Darius Van Dyke stealing his food. If there was anything Will knew about him back home, it was that he was a complete asshole and everyone knew it, course he’d be one those thieves. There’s no reasoning with those types, they’d just backstab you and go right back to stealing from someone else.

He loosened his grip on him and shoved Darius away, creating some distance between them. “Not in the mood for your bullshit Darius, now get the fuck out of here!” There was the distinct smell of liquor in the air, was the shithead drunk or something? Just great.

And now he’s making cracks about Rea, fucking great, fantastic even. Why was this the first thing he had to deal with tonight? Whatever the reason this jackass thought it’d be funny to pull out the girlfriend card, Will reached for his hidden gun

“You should quit while you’re ahead Darius, you could get shot for that shit.”

To emphasize this and get him to shut up, He pulled his gun out and fired off a shot, not far from Darius. Hopefully then he’d get the message.
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The warning shot didn't work, the contemptuous little bastard just went on and on about his bullshit, this was not something Will was ready first thing waking up.

He was ready to fire off another shot, closer to Darius so he'd get the message and fuck off to whatever shithole he crawled out of when he just wouldn't stop talking. The constant jokes about Rea just wouldn't stop...

A budding cocktail of rage, tiredness and hate boiled over and hit breaking point.

Even here he decides to push his luck? Fine then, fuck him and his fucking stupid smug face, thinking he can get away with this shit, fuck this!

This time, there was no warning shot. Will aimed the gun at Darius and pulled the trigger.
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There are split second decisions that come forward at the time seemed like the best option, then you realise oh wait, I fucked up!

Will just had that moment, Darius was a fucking asshole no doubt, but was that any reason to shoot him? Wouldn't this mean he was just like Alex?

Darius fell over slowly, almost spasming around in the movements it made towards the end. Will remembered this being the case with the westerns he watched as a child, one shot to the head and the body spasmed about as if it was possessed.

Will noticed there was no bag with Darius, so that's why he tried robbing him. It made him almost feel sorry for the guy till his words replayed in his mind, his endless insults against everything Will cared about.

He turned to look at the crumpled form of Darius Van Dyke, dead by his hand. If anyone thought Darius smelled bad before, it would only get worse the next days. A mixture of alcohol, sweat and blood filled the air. Almost made Will gag. He quickly zipped his bag up and hurried his way over to the door before stopping. There were many things that could be said, dumb regrets, that he didn't mean for this to happen, grovelling apologies and yet, the only words that came out were…

"Fucking cunt" And just like that, he walked away trying his best to keep his mind off the boy he'd just murdered.

((Will McKinley continued in Inner Animal))
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