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Wait, don't be hasty; This must be Koumei's Trap;Open
Topic Started: Feb 24 2017, 09:29 AM (276 Views)
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[[Johnny Ray McKay, continued from Demons Dance Alone]]

It really didn't take that long for Johnny to regret his plan. The island was a big place, and Raina could be everywhere. Maybe Raina already returned to the warehouse, just missing Johnny. She'd look for him there, and then she wouldn't find him. Maybe she'd be disappointed in him. Maybe he should have stayed. And just waited for her. Just as she had asked him to do.

He felt bad about it, and considered going back to the warehouse.

He didn't. At least for the moment. The place before him had to be the gym. There were some corpses hidden around, some of them just out of sight. Out of sight, and enough of it to be out of Johnny's mind.

The door of the gym itself was open. Not left ajar, but whoever occupied this place last forgot to close the thing properly. Or maybe the door was simply unhinged. It would make a bad shelter, having a bad door inviting the weather in, but Johnny was still choosing to enter it.

He placed the hand on the door. He moved it, and he could hear something move with it. It barely registered in his mind, but by the time it did, it was too late.

Something smashed his hand down. And with it, so fell Johnny.
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Johnny let out a small yelp of pain, shock and frustration. Right there, on his right hand, was a dumbbell pinning it down to the ground. He could feel himself bleeding, and the back of his hand felt more than just sore.

He inspected the weight for a moment. He attempted to roll it off with a motion of his wrist, but that just was hurting. He reached for it with his other hand, and let out another grunt as he placed it aside.

It was then, when he had risen from the ground, that Johnny saw that Alessio stood in the room. Alessio, and a sword in his hand. Johnny could've sworn there was blood on the blade.

Johnny regretted his decision to leave the warehouse. But more than regret, he felt dread.

He took a step backwards, fixating his eyes on Alessio's edge. His heart pulsated, and so did his hand.

When he tried to say something, nothing came.
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For a cat dude, Al wasn't seeming very friendly. Not that cat ladies were something good, but you'd still imagine he'd be a bit less of a dick with a sword. Actually, the way he stood right there. The way he looked at Johnny. It was very much like a cat. Dogs were terrible, too, but dogs were more active. Dogs barked and jumped and ran and they made loud noises and they just attacked. Cats waited. They looked, considered, and then went in for a gruesome kill.

And Johnny knew, knew when Al took that one step forward, that Al was like a cat. Al waited, Al looked, Al considered, and now he would cut Johnny up with that sword.

"Don't get close." Johnny managed to blurt out, the words dry and tense.
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Al asked him for a why. It was a dumb question. Johnny thought it was a real dumb question. It snapped something in Johnny, and for that moment he didn't feel the pain in his hand.

Johnny still felt an incredibly unease. But his body was lifted from the ground, and his legs worked. He knew that he could run.

"You're not making a trustworthy impression right now."

He could've explained some details. Something about Al's past three kills. Something about that sword. Something about that weight on his hand. Was probably the work of Al as well, now that Johnny thought about it. Still, although Al asked a dumb question, what with the answer as obvious as it was, Johnny respected Al's intellect enough. Enough not to bore him with details he'd already know.
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"Thanks."

A bit premature there, Johnny felt in hindsight. When Al backed off, verbally, Johnny felt a ting of relief for a second there. And then everything came to ruins again when Al pulled out a gun.

So that was the cat. The cat that pulled out a gun and now threatened Johnny over water. Because things weren't going well enough, he'd now not only risk his life being shot to pieces by Al, but also would lose his water. And he couldn't afford that.

Johnny knew he wasn't the fittest in this thing, but he knew that water was important. And despite all aches and what-have-you, he would know that he couldn't depart with his water.

What he didn't know, however, was how good of a shot Al was. Could he shot Johnny, in the dark, in that distance, and with the boy running as fast as he could?

"How much?"
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Somewhere, somewhere Johnny felt sorry. Sorry for himself. He could do that, given the circumstances. Also, and mostly, for Al. He seemed so earnest, so sincere in his threats.

Johnny didn't enjoy indulging it, but he happened to know people growing up, who'd in a situation just like Al, would act a bit different. A bit more aggressive. A bit more uncaring. There would be no "give me a bit" or "only if you". There would be a demand and even if it was carried out, there would be violence.

He couldn't exactly say he felt 'good' about Al. After all, he was holding him at gunpoint still. But Johnny still felt a bit of pity, and only almost, when he took the chance and bailed.

[[Johnny McKay, continued elsewhere]]
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