I hope you're ready for a firefight, 'cause the devil's got your number tonight (they say)!We're never leaving this place alive, but if we sing these words we'll never die!
The foursome tore through the dimly lit building, with The Girl walking in front of them to be kept an eye on. Fun Ghoul held his laser gun in his right hand, while Poison's yellow laser gun was locked firmly on his belt. All five were extremely cautious, as they had to get out of this building fast, and they had to make sure The Girl is safe. Along the walls of the narrow hallway were rows of "WANTED" posters, each depicting a Child of the Gun and a red "X" over their faces, as well as BL/ind propaganda. The group stormed down the hallway, striding towards the entrance of the building, completely unaware of two elevators silently sliding open right behind them…
Footsteps. They're undoubtedly footsteps. At the main entrance of the building, the Children of the Gun abruptly turned around, barely dodging a blast from a laser gun…
Korse's laser gun.
Korse.
As more blasts greeted them, the four separated to fight off the Draculoids and Korse, leaving The Girl alone in the center of the room. "Go! Run!" Poison turned around for a moment and barked at the The Girl, who stood there, frozen in shock and fear. She tried muffling the sound of laser-bullets around her by covering her ears with her hands, but that wasn't much help.
An unmasked Poison dashed between the bullets, avoiding each hit with ease. Loud echoes of 'Pang! Pang! Pang!' drowned out the hurried movements around the room. Swish! Poison paused with a sudden rush of adrenaline as a bullet whizzed past him, barely missing his head. "Oh shit," he muttered to himself, a bit surprised at what could've happened. A few stray droplets of sweat embarked on a journey down his forehead, and he took a quick second to give a messy wipe with the back of his glove. He then started shooting at the Draculoids again, careful to protect himself and his four companions (especially The Girl). His wild red hair flopped around as he took down the Draculoids, one by one.
All around him, bodies were falling to the ground.
Short, tortured screams of pain ricocheted across the spacious room, quickly muted by the drugs that were taken in copious quantities to abolish even the most negative emotions and physical pains. Most were dead with their monstrous Draculoid masks still on. Poison couldn't help but blink his eyes in shock as the bodies quickly piled up on each other; still, he continued shooting, knowing he had a job to do. This is a fucking madhouse, he thought to himself. But I gotta follow the procedures.
Soon, Poison was at his brother's back. The two, facing opposite directions, continued to shoot at the attacking Draculoids, while Fun Ghoul jumped out from behind a wall and began his offensive. Spotting Korse's slow approach towards The Girl, Poison quickly strode away from his brother towards the center of the building's entrance, flinching ever so slightly as more bodies fell to the ground. The Girl continued to stand there, in complete shock. Poison started running as he became aware he might not make it in time, but suddenly, either Fun Ghoul or Kobra Kid managed to cut Korse off.
About thirty seconds passed. Poison, now against a wall, snuck up behind an unsuspecting Draculoid who was shooting at Jet Star, and managed to pull his mask off with a swift tug from his left arm. The Draculoid, now with his mask gone, plummeted to the floor, soon dead in an act of suicide. Poison shuddered for a second, staring at the ugly mask in his left hand, then glancing at the body on the ground. The face looked disturbingly familiar…
"Cherri Cola!?" Poison gasped. His mouth was dropped wide, and he inhaled in fury at his former friend's betrayal. As a bullet was shot at him (of course it missed), he momentarily waved his gun around in the air, only to unconsciously look down at his former friend again, who was now lying lifelessly on the ground. How… dare… he…!?
Thrown off with disbelief, Poison didn't notice the looming figure quickly approaching him. Suddenly, someone brutally shoved Poison into the wall. Poison swiftly looked up, only to meet the cold grey eyes of Korse, the killing machine of BL/ind's S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit. Korse was glaring at Poison in pure hatred and anger, his eyes gleaming with the thought of kill. Poison bravely met his gaze, and gritting his teeth together, he uttered at Korse, "you'll never take us alive!".
Korse, who was now fuming with irritation, pointed his laser gun upwards and the muzzle directly under Poison's chin, while still holding Poison against the wall with his other hand. Poison continued to stare into Korse's merciless eyes, though he realized that this was the end, that he powerless to escape Korse's iron grip, and that he would be dead in a moment. He accepted it; he wasn't afraid.
Goodbye, Helena, my angel. I love you.
"BROTHER!" From Kobra Kid came a deafening, horrified scream. Even though Poison was desperate to, he couldn't catch a glimpse of his brother's bright red jacket. From across the madhouse, Kobra Kid started dashing towards his older brother, only to be cut off by a bullet that almost hit him in the chest.
The coldblooded Korse, still holding his gun under Poison's chin, gave a menacing grin at his Killjoy, twisting his head around evilly as Poison could do nothing but continue to glare.
"I'm not afraid to die." Poison grunted at him, preparing for his demise. If they ever wheel him back in by gurney, maybe some would gasp, maybe some would cry, but now, he didn't care at all.
An unsurprised Korse abruptly stopped in his malicious movements. Then, he gave Poison one last twisted smirk…
BOOM.
There was a loud flash and a small cloud of smoke as the bullet penetrated Poison's skin and flesh, reaching its way to his jawbone.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kobra Kid screeched, absolutely petrified at the sight of Poison's drooping head and Korse removing his gun from its original position under Poison's chin. The Girl instantly close her eyes as she did her best to hide the loud, awful bullet sound. As much as she tried to seclude herself from the scene, the young girl still winced in sadness and alarm.
Poison slowly slumped to the ground, the life escaping from his eyes as Korse chuckled in a cruel joy and satisfaction. He continued standing there, with a smirk of pride on his pale, evil face, glaring at his fallen prey.
A vaguely wincing Poison now sat, leaning against the wall, with his head limply sagged and leaning towards his right, and a bit of red hair gently brushing his shoulder. Pain seared through his body, especially in his head, like a jagged knife, but as death approached him, the throbbing pain was dimmed and quickly faded into nothing. His eyelids slid downwards, and everything turned into a blur, but he wasn't dead… yet.
He could still hear sounds… sounds of terror and anguish, torment and suffering. Perhaps a bullet hitting a nearby someone's legs as there was a strange, robotic gasp. Another body fell to the ground, and an eerily familiar voice howled in agony…
Fading footsteps, created as a small cluster ran away from him and this madhouse… Another one falling to the ground…
The warm but enormously stressed voice of a friend, screaming, "Save yourself! I'll hold them back!".
Then, as one final loud pang! went off, there was nothing left for him but silence.
After all we've done, to our faces and our fingers, you can run but you can't hide, from this…
