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Prey Empathy; The mark is found.
Topic Started: May 1 2017, 09:29 PM (289 Views)
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((Matt Moradi continued from Islands Suck.. GMing approved, too.))

Yesterday had been a shit day of all shit days. He had left the relative safety of the group he had abandoned Bart to, for one - a stupid choice, one that was probably going to result in his death. He'd gone over the endless scenarios in his brain. Knife in the back. Bullet to the brain. Beaten to death by some football player. Jerry - protection, really - was dead. On top of all that - Ben was dead. Ben Fields. Matt felt his heart stop for a moment when he heard Ben's name on the announcements. Ben, dead. Sure, he hadn't known him for long. Only a few days.

Only a few days. That was how long he'd known him.

Matt didn't feel all that bad, really, and that was the worst part.

Ben was dead, sure, that was sad. He knew him for a couple of days, they hung out in a closet together, plotted to band together and kill a bunch of assholes who were murdering a bunch of people.. it all amounted to nothing when they were faced with Asshole #1, of course. Alvaro. Dead too. He didn't care much about him, either. Competition.

It was cold that morning. He could only guess where this fucking island was - definitely nowhere near the equator, it was the middle of May and it was cold, somehow - his best guess was somewhere in northern Canada. Maybe in Hudson Bay, or something, that could be too far north.

In short, Matt was a long way from Arizona.

He wasn't a long way from Wade Cartwright. Matt didn't known Wade all too well, and he was about to make a fairly poor first impression on him. He'd spent a lot of time thinking about this. About when he was going to do it. He never thought about it directly - another facet of his cowardly nature, which he'd learned about in the past few days and come to accept - but he was about to do it all the same.

He was going for the bush. Perfect. It was perfect.

Matt gripped his pipe tighter. He was behind the boulder. He'd never get a better opportunity than right now. The pipe was bent out of shape, sure, but it was blunt. Heavy. It could still knock someone out if he hit them hard enough. He was really hoping that Wade would just get knocked out from the first blow and he wouldn't have to scream or struggle or anything like that, but that was just another hopeless fantasy of his.

He stepped out from behind the boulder, unsure. The split second fantasy of Wade turning around and pulling out a gun drove him forward. Wanting to win is what bashed the pipe over Wade's shoulder, missing his head by a long shot.
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Matt grunted when he heard the pipe smack into Wade's shoulder - crack. Crack. He'd managed to break his arm, or something close to it. He was no longer thinking about this, about the potential consequences. Right now, he was fully focused on winning. On killing Wade. He took a short step back and raised the pipe again, and paused a moment.

Wade was on the ground, writhing in pain. He wasn't a threat anymore.

Matt drove the pipe down again, hitting Wade in the chest, hard.
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Matt swung the pipe, expecting - hoping - that it would crush Wade's ribcage or something and just finally kill him. It wasn't that easy. It would never be that easy. The pipe managed to hit a whole lot of air as Wade, surprisingly, managed to dodge out of the way. Matt stumbled forward, the fact that Wade was actually fight back coming as a surprise to him. He wasn't expecting this. He definitely didn't plan for this, but beyond hitting him once and hoping that he'd be knocked out, what else was he planning for? For him to have a gun? For him to win?

He didn't have any plans for any of that. He didn't have a gun, at least he didn't think he did all he had to do was just turn around an hit him and he did seem to be WHGNINGGG.

Wade just socked Matt in the chest. Letting out a short gasp of pain, Matt started swinging his pipe again, this time aimed nowhere in particular. Lifting his pipe after getting a few glancing hits on Wade, the pipe came crashing down directly into his skull. Crack.

Slowly, Matt started to back away.
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Matt drew his pipe back. It had some blood on it, though not much. He looked down at what he had done - he had nothing to say. No gloating, no quips, nothing. There was nothing to be said about this. He didn't know Wade very well. He decided to enter Wade's life via a lead pipe to the face. This was the beginning and end of their relationship. The pipe, slowly, slunk back down to Matt's side. He looked around, wondering if anyone had seen him - any cameras.

He didn't figure there could be cameras everywhere. Maybe he had gotten Wade in a blind spot - no one would ever know. No one would start coming after him for randomly killing someone who wasn't doing anyone any harm. Better me than anyone else, Matt thought. Better me than some psychopath who tortured people to death.

Slowly, he ambled over to Wade's corpse and started to wipe the pipe off on his shirt. He took a closer look at what he had done - caved his skull right in. He rubbed the place where Wade had hit him in the chest, glad that he had put up some kind of fight. He could't figure out why, but the resistance made him feel better about killing Wade. He couldn't figure out why. The pipe was deadly. A lot deadlier than he'd expected it to be, all things considered. There was no knocking someone out with this thing, just beating them to death.

Matt stood up and looked around again. No one saw - he had to make sure of that. Quickly, he started walking away from Wade's corpse, making great haste to who knew where. Emptier places with less people to kill.

((Matt Moradi continued somewhere else.))
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