"I TOLD YOU NOT TO FOLLOW ME HERE!"
Alex shrieked, running through the sliding doors onto the deck.
Jay jumped up out of the bushes and began running towards the street. SHIT, FENCE. The backyard had not been a good choice, he realised, as Alex pulled him down off the fence and threw him onto the hard concrete of his walkway.
"Did you not understand the words don't follow me home!?"
Alex plopped himself down on Jay's chest restraining all movement or hopes of escape. Blood trickled out of Jay's head, making a small puddle on the concrete as Alex struck him repeatedly.
"Alex, stop! I'm sor-" His apology was cut short by a crisp cracking noise. Blood cascaded from his now-broken nose.
"I don't give a flying fuck, Jay!" Alex threw another punch for good luck before releasing him. Jay slowly got on all fours and attempted to rise. Feeling another bout of rage come on, Alex kicked him in the face, sending Jay flying backwards off the path and into the grass. He didn't move.
"One fucking job…" Alex muttered as he stormed back into the house. He emerged from the house once again, brandishing his gun. Taking aim to Jay's knees, he pulled the trigger.
"YOU'RE"
bang
"RUINING"
bang
"EVERYTHING!"
bangbangbangbang
click
Alex stopped. The gun was empty. Jay was dead.
The Operator appeared over Jay's body, examining it. Seemingly pleased with Alex's work, the Operator dissolved into thin air.
The nightmare had ended.
His session was over.