[One-Shot]
"Go, go, go! Hurry! Hurry!"
Alarms blared inside the RED BANK as the inside of the structure turned into an all-out warzone. Bullet holes riddled the walls, bodies littered the floor, and cries of pain were nearly drowned out by the sounds of sirens and gunfire.
"GAH!" a guard screamed as a sniper shot put him down. The poor bastard never saw the shot coming. The dead-eye sniper continued to use the scope of their rifle until their eyes landed on their prize...The RED BANK safe.
Sealed nice and tight.
"There it is, the safe!" the sniper called, a woman dressed in a black suit with a paper of all things covering her face. She was flanked by three others of similar dress holding weapons of their own. A steel masked man, a clown, a ghost-face, and blonde with a black Oni mask.
They were all so close to their end goal now. Bank security's numbers were dwindling and all they needed to do was remove the last bit of resistance between them and a fortune.
"Alpha! Charlie! Make it rain bullets!" The baghead ordered.
"Got it!" the said in unison.
"We'll advance towards the wall from the left side! Delta, ready the RPG!"
"Roger!" he replied.
"Beta! Smoke grenade!"
"On it!" the Oni man acknowledged.
The steel man and clown let loose a flurry of bullets at the remaining resistance in front of them, temporarily holding them off. "Run! Now!"
The remaining croup of robbers did exactly that. Once they'd made it to a prime position, the Oni man let his smoke grenade fly. The small canister took the security force by surprise and they found themselves blinded by the thick white smoke.
This proved to be their undoing as they were left wide open for the baghead to pick them off.
"All right, clear! The next wave is coming! Stand by!"
"It's already here!" the clown stated when a brand new attacker appeared out of the smoke. A silver mechanized terror armed to the teeth and ready to rip them all apart.
The baghead wasn't intimidated however and continued to bark marching orders. "RPG!"
The ghost-face obliged the order and let the first missile loose. It impacted against the murder machine with a loud boom that instantly took out one of it's arms. With the death bot now damaged, the small group felt their confidence grow.
"A clean hit!" the baghead praised. "Just a little more boys!"
"Take this!" the ghost-face shouted before firing off another missile. This time it struck the discount ED-209 right in the face, felling it for good.
The small group of misfits cheered with their last enemy now vanquished. In front of them a large screen appeared, signifying that this mission was now clear and the vault was theirs to clear out.
"Woohoo!"
"We did it!"
"It was all thanks to you, Bloody Butterfly!"
"No problem!" the now identified baghead giggled.
(X)
Sitting in front of a computer monitor watching events unfold was none other than the boy controlling the man in the Oni mask. He had long, spikey blonde-hair and blue eyes. Eyes that were currently narrowed in suspicion.
Something about the way Bloody Butterfly accepted her praise set his nerves on edge. She sounded almost unhinged in a way. It could've just been adrenaline from the gunfight, but he'd long since learned to trust his gamer instincts.
Not wanting his voice to be heard into his computer's mic, he opted to remain silent and ever so slightly began to back away from the vault.
"Nice try, but I'm onto you."
(X)
"We're finally at the safe!" the clown spoke. "Get the equipment out!"
"And now... to finish this!" Baghead Butterfly said from her position in front of the safe.
The Oni masked boy took a position behind the steel mask as he began to cycle through his weapon wheel. When he found what he needed, he took a calming breath. He was ready.
Before the others knew what was happening, Bloody Butterfly turned towards them and tossed a familiar looking explosive their way. It wasn't a typical grenade though.
"Hey, a stun grenade." the others said in confusion.
A flash went off blinding three of the unaware gamers. All they could hear was Bloody Butterfly's mad talk. "The six billion dollars in the safe... is mine!"
The Oni boy knew it, a double cross.
Sub machinegun fire filled the the area as well as the voices of betrayal from the other players in the lobby.
"You bastard!"
"You betrayed us!"
"I'll kill you!"
Oni man watched as his comrade's health bars rapidly declined. Thinking fast he took advantage of the game's sprint and roll mechanics and maneuvered himself out of the way of the hailstorm of bullets.
Bloody Butterfly had gone mad. The oni boy could almost picture her face behind the screen now, salivating at the act of killing them all and taking the six billion for herself.
"Say what you want!"
There was a thump noise and all was quiet. The hailstorm of bullet had ceased. Not knowing what was going on now, the Oni boy decided to take a risk and peek from his hiding spot.
What he saw made him sick...
His comrades were now all dead and the baghead known as Bloody Butterfly was now just standing at the end of the hallway as if frozen. Was this some kind of trick? Was she mocking him?
The blonde aimed his revolver at the baghead and fired of a headshot.
The baghead didn't move.
Then it hit him... "She's AFK!"
The Oni boy knew what needed to be done. Normally he was the honorable sort when it came to online gaming, but as the old saying goes: You reap what you sow."
He sprinted up to the AFK baghead and emptied the rest of his revolver into her noggin, downing her as he began to reload. Oh he was going to savor this. He waited a while before an all too familiar voice returned to the game.
"What!? No! Shit!"
The baghead was bleeding out and couldn't do anything to save herself. All she could do was stare up at the black Oni masked man holding a revolver to her face.
"Crap!" she whined.
"Not so fun now, is it?" the Oni mask taunted.
The baghead began to laugh nervously now. "Come on now. The games not over yet, if you pick me up we can split the six billion fifty/fifty."
The Oni mask remained silent.
"Sixty/forty?" she bargained.
"No."
There was a loud bang as the gun went off and Bloody Butterfly fell to the floor. The traitor was dead, and her defeat felt oh so satisfying. The Oni masked boy kind of wanted to kill her again.
Unfortunately that wasn't meant to be as another blue screen popped up in front of him.
(X)
"Your comrades are dead. The money is yours." the boy read with a small smile on his face. Six billion dollars, and it was all his. Sevres Bloody Butterfly right. She was probably sulking behind her computer screen right now.
Nobody tries to betray Gold Scorpion.
The blonde collected his winnings and checked the time. It was almost midnight. "I guess I'll call it here for tonight."
He shut the game down and prepared for bed. He still had school in the morning and who knows, maybe he'll run into Manana again.
That would be nice.
END