DISCLAIMER AND STUFF:
I don't own Let Me In or Let the Right One In, etc. Don't be hating on me for favoring Abby over Elli - I'm a yank, deal with it.
This one is by MIKMO.
Mikmo rushed along through the tunnel, checking his watch as he went. He was going to be late! How in the world could he be a terrorist if he couldn't get to places in time to spread terror?
"Oh well..." he thought, "At least I can blame Eonic for it. Stupid Brit, with his stupid opinions on the IRA..."
Mikmo's attentions were quickly taken from the time, and to sound he wasn't expecting.
Crying.
"Witch..." Mikmo thought urgently, his hand going for his blade. Suddenly, in a random epiphany, he realized that witches weren't real, and that he just played way to much Left 4 Dead last night.
He relaxed, and continued walking, once again concerned with the time.
There was still something bothering him though...the crying. It persisted, and just made him feel bad ignoring it.
Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and he searched out the source of the crying. As he got closer, he realized it was really more of a whimper, exaggerated by the echo from the tunnel. Just in case it was a witch, he got his blade out, to at least put up a weak fight.
As he rounded a corner, he found the source of the crying.
A young girl, his age, maybe a little younger than him, was huddled against the wall, her arms around here legs, and was whimpering, as if hurt.
"Uh...hey..." he said uncertainly, "...you okay?"
The girl shook her head.
"What's wrong?" Mikmo asked, in spite of his time dilemma.
"I fell..." she said softly.
"Can't you get back up...?"
"No..."
Mikmo now had a difficult choice to make: go make plans to blow up Cairo, or help a girl get to the hospital.
"Why do I always get stuck with the hard decisions?" he asked himself, weighing the options. "But I suppose I have to do the right thing..."
Putting his blade away, he knelt down next to the girl.
"What'd'ya say I help you to the hospital?" he said to her in the most friendly tone he could manage.
"That...that'd be great." the girl replied.
Mikmo tried to pick her up, but failed. After a moment of thought he decided to just help the girl walk to the hospital...clear on the other side of town.
He could see her face now, and saw that she had blonde hair and brownish eyes. Now that she was closer, he could tell that she smelled strange...almost like decaying flesh. He pushed the thought out of his mind. He had definitely played to much Left 4 Dead last night.
As they began walking, he glanced over to her, and gasped.
Her face had been twisted in to some monstrous...thing! She now had shadowy, twisted, eyes and viscous fangs, along with gruesome claws. Before he could push her away, she was on him, trying to force him to the ground, biting at his neck. Mikmo shoved her away and flipped out his blade...but she was gone. Suddenly, he was hit from behind, and his head was being bashed against the concrete of the tunnel wall. In seconds he would be forced down to the ground, helpless. With a surprising show of strength, he flung the girl off of him once more and began slashing at her with the blade, even though it didn't seem to be doing and damage. He tackled and pinned her to the ground, and bit her in the arm. In an even more surprising show of strength, the girl flung him off of her and stood up.
Mikmo went total Spetznaz on her.
"Za Rodinu!" he screeched, tackling her and driving his knife through her stomach.
He jumped off her and drew his pistol, firing several shots towards her. He wasn't sure how many hit her, although he did here a few splats.
To his amazement and sheer terror, the girl got back up and tore the blade from her stomach, then started rushing at him.
He quickly got out his other knife - a ballistic one - and with a push of a button, sent it flying into her left eye. It didn't even phase her.
She was on him in less than a second, biting at his throat as Mikmo desperately tried to push her off, even though she felt as heavy as lead.
"Mne zhalʹ matʹ!" he cried in his native language, "Ya podvel vas i otets!"
Finally, with the last of his strength - the girl had him brutally pinned down - he reached for his pistol, and tried to aim it at his head. It distracted the girl just long enough for him to kick her off. A sudden strength filled him.
Mikmo was up now, his gun aimed as he was backing away. It was then the two's eyes met, and a sort of silent understanding passed between them. They were both viscous monsters, murderers. Both prepared to fight to the death, no matter what. Mikmo put his blade away once more as he backed out of the tunnel, mouthing the words, 'Good Luck' to the girl as he did. At a safe distance, he began running again. This was so awesome! He'd come to an understanding with her! Mikmo couldn't wait to tell Eonic about it - he could prove Eonic's theory wrong: Violence did solve everything! Suddenly, his attention was drawn back to his watch. He was sooo late.
