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70's Horror Movies III: Swooooooooord Caaaaaaaaaaane; [SHOOT FIRST] [Ask later]
Topic Started: Mar 27 2017, 06:24 PM (550 Views)
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(( Jonathan Gulley continued from Say You're One Of Them ))

Jon spent most of the afternoon patching himself up. He had bandaged his face, removed the three hanging fingernails on his left hand and bandaged it all up as well.

It was late at night now, and he just needed a place to rest. Maybe tomorrow that perpetual state of vertigo will leave, or maybe it's a sign he won't even wake up. Who knows anymore?

He decided the cafeteria was as good a place as any to hold out.

He carried the machete and toilet seat as he moved closer to the door.

He really needed to find a better way to hold these things.

He decided this place was as good as any before someone inside let out a scream.

Jon should turn around, but... after all of this he couldn't bring himself to. Maybe he could still help someone, maybe.

He put on the nixon mask, and bolted into the room.
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Maybe I shouldn't have worn the mask before running inside.

That was what Jon was thinking a kick to his knee sent him to the floor.

Maybe I shouldn't have even walked in here.

That was what Jon was thinking when someone shined a flashlight on the both of them.

Oh shit...

That was what Jon thought when he realized the girl was covered in blood and carrying a severed head of some girl around.

Oh shit!

That was his thought when the girl swung the head at him.

The world turned into pink and black stars again as Jon reeled back from the hit. The 1/8th of a cadaver's teeth collided down at Jon's eyebrow and nose through his mask.

He rolled onto his front, his face shielded by his hands, his screaming muffled.

Holy shit, she's out of her mind! What the fuck?!

That was what Jon screamed internally after getting wailed on by a human skull.
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Jon crawled around on the ground. He tried to get up but felt some arms push him over again as footsteps trailed away behind him.

He heard a voice, he tried to help, and what did he get?

He heard the door slam behind him.

He gets tripped, thrown to the wolves.

Now what? He shook the pain out of his head and looked around, his vision returning. He looked around for the other individual, the one shining the flashlight.

It was that kid from the bar, Alessio, picking a sword up from the ground.

Jon would've guessed now that Michael was gone that Al thought it was time to finish the job.

He couldn't find the toilet seat lid, but he managed to grasp the machete.

It was kind of funny, Jon was trying to get himself killed, and now there was a real chance of that happening, yet now he wants to live. He couldn't stay here, he had to leave, but he knew he couldn't do that without a fight.

He backed towards the door, pointing the machete at Al.
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What?

He ran in here because she was screaming! Because she was the one being attacked by him! He couldn't even say anything in reply to that! The absolute hypocrisy sputtering from his mouth, like he actually cared!

He... he should really just kill Alessio where he stood, the whole world would be better off at this point.

Al wouldn't give him the choice anyways, as he rushed towards him sword extended.

Jon tried to parry, but Al knocked his machete to the floor, following up with a horizontal slice towards Jon's throat.

Jon ducked and lurched to Al, trying to knock him over. He hoped this would work.
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Alessio fell to the ground with a thud, raising his sword in retaliation. Jon hopped back, picking up his own machete to bring it down on Al.

*CLANK*

Metal clashed against metal as Al's shamshir blocked Jon's machete.

*CLANK*

Blade smashed against blade again.

*WA-TINK*

Alessio rolled out of the way, metal clashed against ground. He turned and kicked Jon in the back of his knee, forcing him to stumble.

Al swung his sword again, and Jon tried to block. Metal clashed against metal as Jon's arm was swung back from the force of it.

Jon stumbled back and Al swung again.
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Jon got him, now it was time to finish this.

He watched Al clamber up and then...

Jon didn't want to finish this. Al begged... he actually begged. He knew he shouldn't fall for it, but it all felt wrong. Even if it was a ruse, something about killing someone so defenseless, so pathetic just didn't feel right. He wasn't like the others, he didn't play that way.

And then Al pulled out a gun, and stared right at him.

Jon stood still, frozen. He waited for it, after all the times Al's refused to hesitate, he wouldn't with this. Jon knew it was all over for him.

Jon waited...

and waited...

and waited...

Al didn't shoot. Was this his idea of mercy? Was he actually trying to become a better person? Was he actually trying to help someone?

Jon had to find out.

He reached into his gun and slowly, methodically, pulled out his own gun; Will's gun.

He cocked the hammer back, and pointed it at Al.

He hovered the barrel of the gun back and forth across the figure on the other side of the room.

He still wasn't shot. He should have been.

Jon realized Al wasn't trying to avoid killing or trying to protect anyone.

He knew he was losing, he wanted Jon to leave so he could live. He wouldn't hesitate to cut him apart if he was on the ground, if he was defenseless, he saw that back at the bar. Al was just afraid of getting a little bit hurt, that's all.

Jon levered the gun towards Al's midsection.

Alessio was the worst kind of person. He wouldn't even look you in the eyes if he decided to kill you, Jon should've seen that one right away. Those few words he spoke, the ones that made Jon think he'd reformed? All garbage, all lies. He didn't really care, and he didn't really change. That bullshit line of his was just to throw Jon off, to confuse him before he got the drop on him.

He should do it.

He should pull the trigger and save everyone the suffering of letting this little careless selfish creep live. Al would've done it to him if the roles were reversed. Al would've done it to anyone, everyone if he could. Alessio cared about no one but himself, he had no dignity, he threw it all out the window to kill.

Do it.

He didn't say a word, he just stared down Al.

Do it!
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Al continued talking. It started with a question, then a stupid declaration.

Jon wouldn't tell him who he was. He should've known by now, mask or not.

"I'd rather be...home."

That was it? That was his excuse. Of everything he has to say, this was it. This was why he did what he did, why he killed.

"I'd rather be...home."

Jon was infuriated. He took in a deep breath.

"Fine... Go home."






*KRAK-KOW*






The room was enveloped in a bright flash of light, and Alessio dropped to the floor, wailing. The scent of gunsmoke filled his nostrils as he stood there, barrel still hot. Al deserved this.

Jon watched Al writhe around for a few moments, before pocketing the gun and turning around.

He... did it.

He wasn't sure how he felt about finally shooting someone, but he did it.

Jon opened the door and walked outside. He took his mask off once he closed the door behind him.

He felt terrified to be honest, but it wasn't for the reasons you'd expect.

He walked towards the forest, disappearing into it.

No, the real reason he was terrified was because he felt nothing. When he shot Alessio, the only thing he really felt in that moment was the recoil.

He felt nothing, and that was what terrified him the most.

(( Jonathan Gulley continued elsewhere ))
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