Chapter Six
Killing Spree, part 2
Fball
Nazz slammed her bloody fist into the side of a six year olds head, grabbing his ear as he fell. As the weight and moment of the body literally tore his ear off with a wet sound, Nazz shoved the Desert Eagle into his mouth and shot, throwing the cadaver over the railing and watching it fall down five stories. Turning around and facing the group who watched in horror of this sick and out of the blue violence, she pointed it at the grieving mother and shot. From across the square gap, one of the Kankers did the same ritual and shot the mother. Hell broke those not five seconds later, when the sniper fire of Marie, the blue haired, Goth of the group.
Slapping a teenager her age across the face, she grabbed her brunette mane and shoved her down, putting the gun to the back of her head and telling her to stay the fuck there. With the rest of the magazine, Nazz killed the rest of the crowd except for a boy, the brunette's boyfriends.
"See this!" Nazz screamed, grabbing the boy by his testicles and forcing him down. He screamed out at the sudden pain to his genitals, and nearly passed out as Nazz shot them. "What the fuck are you gonna do now? Suck a dick-less pussy like this fucker?" She brought him over to the edge, grabbing a machete on the way. Putting the poor young mans head on the railing; she raised the large, black blade…
And felt the metal splinters propel themselves into the webbing of her hands as the .45 bullet smashed into it. Looking angrily at the broken piece of metal, she drove it into the kid's back as she passed him, kicking the girl in the face as she passed her.
Jimmy
I watched in horror as Nazz was about to kill the older teenager with the machete, shooting on instinct from the Colt in my hand. Still watching in petrified immobility, she grabbed the gun from her fashionable hip belt and pointed it at me.
Kevin sprinted at her from the side, tackling her. The gun went spiraling over the hard linoleum floor and came to a halt at the very edge, teetering and threatening to fall and land on some poor person's head six stories down. Jason sprinted foreword along with Johnny and grabbed the teenagers, dragging them to a bathroom and treating them as quickly as possible. There was the crack of a large caliber rifle and Kevin slumped over, still fighting but with draining energy. Raising my pistol, I looked up a story and saw the blue haired Kanker with a rifle and scope. I shot three times, hoping to hit something, but my miracle aim was done with and I launched myself to the side, feeling a single bullet fly over my shoulder and crumble the wall at the behind me. Safely behind a stone pillar, I ejected my magazine and counted my bullet through the slot on the side. I had three more shots before I needed to reload, and I had no more magazines to spare.
Kevin scared the be-jibbers out of me as he appeared from nowhere, panting right next to me. He gasped as he began to slump over some more, his eyes glazing over…
I slapped him. The whiteness that seemed to cover his eyes was gone and he raised a fist my way on instinct. He lowered it almost immediately and said, "Thanks, Fluffy. Got a drink?"
I pulled out a small can of energy drink without looking at the label. It was a double Decker kind. He popped it open and drank lavishly. He threw the can to the side and suddenly began to vomit. I looked at the can as it conveniently rolled to display its label for me.
"What's Blue Agave?" I inquired, leaning against the pillar like I wished it would swallow me.
He began to laugh. "Tequila," he answered, wiping his lips with his index finger.
Jason
The girl passed out, and the guy was just plain fucking unlucky. When you have two crushed ping-pong balls in your scrotum, it fucking hurts. His body was convulsing beyond what I knew what to do for, so I…hit him over the head with the pistol. Massive head-ache, but maybe the broken testis thing would go away.
Johnny was at the side of me, firing shells from a shotgun. I gave him the finger and he leaned back, closing the door. Bags were under his eyes and he looked like shit. Digging through the medic-kit, I threw him a package of caffeine pills, which he popped the Pill-Z from Foamy the Squirrel. I popped a few as well and didn't feel the rush of the immediate dose of energy, instead overwhelmed by a need to piss…I unzipped my jeans and went as quickly as possible in the urinal, my urine seeming to be made of fucking acid and razor blades. The door exploded and I turned away, getting a little pee on the wall.
Grabbing the chick in a fireman's carry, I ran like the fucking devil was after me, jumping through the flames and joining Kevin and Jimmy. Kevin had just thrown up from another energy drink, and I knew that my plan wouldn't work again any time soon. The tureen and caffeine in the energy drinks released adrenaline and dopamine from your brain. We had abused it so much in the last three days that we were going immune to it, which could prove fatal if another Jimmy-chest-shot happens to come along.
Speaking of Jimmy, he was counting his bullets. He had three shots, which was bad since no one else had anymore .45 ammunition. Things were going down the tube fast as I watched a phone-line fall outside the window.
Johnny pointed to the pack on his shoulder, which held an RPG kit. I nodded and he loaded the small arms missile up. Sighing, I looked out the window and saw that the snow was still falling in large flakes.
Shit.