Chapter 3
Tom scoped the house quickly, one girl was in her room, near the window, one boy (fang?) was on a laptop, and the others drifted around the rooms, except the little girl watching TV.
Tom raised his assault rifle in anticipation, this would be fun he thought with glee.
Silenced rounds began raking the house, the boy on the laptop appeared to have been killed, and fell to the ground. Tom raised his aim towards the girl in the window, who tried to take cover.
The gun clicked empty, Tom jammed a new magazine in and began approaching the house while firing inside. The boy on the laptop, who was definitely fang, took cover behind the desk, damn he was alive.
The desk strained under Tom's heavy gunfire. Once again Tom's gun was emptied, and he quickly reloaded while Fang ran for the couch.
Tom gave a triumphant laugh as Fang half dived and half fell over the couch, he must have been hit.
"What the hell?" yelled one of the kids who stumbled in, Tom stood there looking at him, did he not see what was going on?
"Fang, sounds like your having a battle with the couch down here, keep it-"
"Iggy, go to hell! I'm getting shot at here!" Fang yelled in retaliation
Tom turned to gun down Iggy, who dived out of the room before Tom could fire. Tom raked the walls with gunfire, maybe the rounds would go through and kill the kid.
Tom turned back to the couch and fired a few more rounds at it, he didn't want the kid to get heroic while his concentration was elsewhere. That Iggy had been shouting for the others, this could get messy.
When Tom turned back Iggy was in the doorway with, what looked like a bomb in hand, Tom fired at him.
Iggy cried out and fell back, dropping the bomb.
Tom tried to take cover, but the bomb went off and Tom was flung back. Atleast that kid was a lot closer and hopefully got the worst of it was the only thing he could think as he struggled back up to his feet.
Damn, he had dropped his gun. Tom went to search for it when a girl he recognized to be Max appeared and punched him square in the face. As Tom struggled back he saw one of her legs were bleeding. She must have been the one he had shot at in the window.
Max tried to snap a kick at his head, but Tom dug his fingers into her bullet wound, and she fell to the ground calling out in pain.
Tom whipped out his 50. Desert Eagle, and gained a very large amount of satisfaction as he saw Max's eyes widen just before he fired.
BANG
Max took a step back, a surprised look on her face
BANG
Max shuddered
BANG
Max fell back over a chair, motionless.
