Doom-Head sits on the floor in the middle of the room, rocking back and forth staring at the ceiling with his hands on his knees. Broken and bloody bodies are all around him. His face is painted white with blood dripping from his nose and mouth. Sweat dripping off his bare chest. Footsteps approach. Doom-Head smiles. "Here they come! To take me away. Far, far the fuck away!"
Officer Downe steps into the doorway, light from the hallway glowing behind him. "The game is over… for good."
Doom-Head drops his head to look at Officer Downe. "On the contrary, Officer. The game has just begun." Doom-Head pushes himself off the floor, getting to his feet.
"You have the right to remain silent." Officer Downe says.
"FUCK YOU!"
"Everything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law."
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!"
"You have to right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you."
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" Doom-Head shakes convulsively. "You have to right to remain fucking dead!"
Doom-Head pulls out a switch blade from the back of his pants. Officer Downe pulls out his gun, aiming it at Doom-Head's head.
"Only a coward brings a gun to a knife fight." Doom-Head says.
"Only a dead man brings a knife to a gun fight." Officer Downe says.
Doom-Head just barely manages to dodge as Officer Downe fires his gun at him, nicking his ear. Doom-Head takes cover behind a cement support beam. He touches his ear to look at the blood then licks it off his fingers. "Good Shooting, Tex." Doom-Head laughs, maniacally.
"If there's one thing I hate it's someone who gets off on killing innocent people." Officer Downe walks cautiously toward where Doom-Head is hiding, his heavy boots echoing through out the warehouse.
"What can I say? Everyone has their kinks." Doom-Head licks the blood off his fingers. Looking toward the floor, Doom-Head sees Officer Downe's shadow approaching. With swift movement, Doom-Head swings his arm out as he lurches toward Officer Downe but ends up getting his hand blown off at the wrist, which goes flying to the other side of the room, along with the knife, still being held as rigor mortis sets in on the dead fingers.
Doom-Head holds his groin as he moans with pleasure as blood spurts from his wrist. "Oh yeah, I haven't felt this good in ages."
"In that case, you're about to be in euphoria." Officer Downe says.
"On the contrary." Doom-Head pulls out another switch blade from the back of his pants. "It's my turn. Now, where oh where to make the first cu…"
Officer Downe fires at Doom-Head, hitting him right between the eyes. Doom-Head drops to his knees then falls flat on his face. "Like I said, the game's over."