AN: Nope, im not dead. Just real life issues have been affecting the time I have to just sit around and write. So here is your update, I hope you like it.
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Chapter 5: Even Odds
Pete slid along the floor, Psymon atop of him. Psymon's eyes were wider than after he has laid his fists into Pete's jaw relentlessly, Pete never even had a chance to come up with a witty comeback before Psymon was wailing on him. Pete drew he knife aiming to stab it up qt Psymon; only to he the small blade knocked out of his hand as Psymon knocked it away.
Pete looked beaten, Psymon stood up, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifting him to his feet. Pete smirked, little drops of blood dripping from his mouth.
"Oh darn, it looks like the big bad Canadian got me. ." Pete joked, Psymon slammed him up against the wall, then spun him around, slamming him up against the opposite wall. Psymon began to laugh, if he killed Pete here, he would surely be awarded with some kind of medal when they finally got home.
"Im going to be a fuckin hero..." Psymon whispered to himself, slamming Pete into a window, it didnt break, but it hurt Pete nonetheless.
"Come on! I would expect some mass murderer like you would at least know how to fight!" Psymon cackled, feeling this fight was way too easy.
"Why bother to fight back? I mean...if you really want to kill me, do it, Stark." Pete just smiled and closed his eyes, this...for some reason made Psymon even angerier, forcing him to bash the back of his head into the window, cracking it againsts Pete's thick skull, Psymon bashed again, and again, and again.
The window finally began to give, cracking under the constant stress it was receiving. Psymon smiled as he saw a few trickles of blood stain the glass, he had no idea where he was, or what he was doing, all he knew is that he wanted to make Pete pay.
Psymon drew his fist back, and swung a punch directly at Pete's skull, smashing im through the glass, and out of the window. The glass shattered, and Psymon laughed loudly as he looked over the pane, to see Pete's body fall and land on the snow below him. Psymon wasn't the smartest man in the world, but he knew that an average man could easily survive falling from a the second floor of a house. Psymon spun around, heading for the stairs just as Nate and Mac stumbled up them.
"Yo, dawg? Where you been?" Mac asked, and finally looked over and Zoe and Elise's bodies, almost jumping out of his skin.
"Psymon! Men, what did you do!" Mac yelled, looking scared.
Psymon, with blood all over his hands, didnt look very nice.
"Wasn't me, kid? Pete was up here, got Zoe and Elise." Psymon grunted, trying to push the two men out of the way.
"The where is Pete now?" Nate spoke, looking for something, anything to cover Elise and Zoe's bodies before Kaori or Griff caught sight of them.
"Out the window, and if you two saints would move, I could go down there and finish what I started." Psymon shoved Mac into the wall, hard.
Mac buckled.
"Fuck that! Im coming with you!" Mac grabbed a piece of loose wood from the stairs and followed, Nate following soon after.
"Mac...what...what are you doing?" Kaori was awake, looking at the three men leaving the lodge.
"Kaori, I want you to get Griff, and go hide in a corner, we will be right back, alright?" Mac spoke with Kaori in a soothing tone.
".. Y...yes .. Okay. ." Kaori agreed, Griff was too afraid to talk, with the blood covered Psymon and all.
Psymon, Nate, and Mac ran out into the snow and around the house, the found the pieces of the broken window, and a trail of blood, but no Pete.
"FUCK!" Psymon yelled.
"If you two fuckin dumbasses wouldnt of gotten in my way, I would have been down here to finish him!" Psymon yelled, his voice echoing from the trees.
Nate looked around, something off behind the house had caught his attention. Nate walked closer, picking up a shard of the shattered glass along the way, he saw a leg poking out from behind the house...he jumped to surprise whoever it was, only to find Allegra's purple frozen body, her head horribly twisted in an unnatural direction, Viggo's headband still over her eyes.
"......My god....." Nate looked away at the sight of the stump that was formally Atomika that was next to her.
Mac ran around the house.
"What Na--....aw SHIT!" Mac looked away, and he couldnt contain himself, he began to vomit right there in the snow. Mac regained himself, took another look at the two of them...and vomited again, this time away from Nate. Psymon was just walking up, he looked over at Atomika and Allegra, then at Nate, then at Mac.
"...Well, there is one good thing to come out of all this." Psymon grinned.
"...And just what the hell is that?" Nate asked, completely confused.
"At least Wigger-boys puke is the same color as the snow."
"F-...fuck you, Psymon" Mac coughed out, looking at the marshmallow fluff he just expelled from his body.
Nate took off his jacket, covering Allegra and Atomika's bodies.
"Welp, it seems that Pete is still alive, barely, and we lost four people in one night..." Nate said coolly.
Mac finally got himself together, and looked over at Nate.
"Where the hell are all those rangers and people that are supposed to be watching out for tourists?" Mac added.
Nate shook his head, "Hell if I know, all I know is that they aint here.."
Psymon dusted some snow from a trap door.
"I betcha this is where the fucker is hiding..." Psymon kicked the lock repeatedly, trying to snap the rusty chains, after a couple of times, it finally snapped off, sending the door falling in, and a horrid stench upwards.
Psymon stood back, the smell hitting his face harder than it hit anyone elses.
"Holy shit! What the hell is down here!" Psymon yelled, wafting the smell away from his face.
Nate uses his hat as a fan, blowing the smell away. Mac, who couldnt bear the smell anymore, decided it would be best for him to go back inside with Kaori and Griff.
"Um. .Ill...um...Ill let y'all handle dis. ." Mac ran back inside, tripping along the way.
Nate and Psymon peeked into the trap door, they couldn't see anything lower than that...but the smell was extending their curiosity.
"Well...something down there....and there is only one way to find out. ." Nate said, nodding sagely. Psymon was already far ahead of him, stepping down the stairs into the unknown with his shirt pulled up over his nose. Nate followed, keeping a close eye on Psymon in front of him.
"Fuckin....damn it smells bad....wait, I found a light..." Psymon pulled the flimsy string, turning on the light...and he found the source of the smell. Nate couldnt help to jump, the area was littered with bodies, at least eight or nine, all of them park rangers.
"I guess it was good that wigger-boy didnt come down here. ." Psymon chuckled, looking at the bodies. "Hey, these are all official SSX rangers!"
Nate looked at the badges.
"I see now, that's the reason no one came to find us...he must have sent a distress call from Viggo's M-comm to here...killed whoever came in, stuffed them down here...the fucker was waiting for us all along." Nate sat down in a chair, the smell no bothering him anymore.
Psymon looked around at the bodies.
"So, we fell into his trap...again." Psymon kicked one of the bodies out of anger. Nate jumped.
"HEY! Don't disrespect the dead like that, Stark!"
Psymon shrugged.
"What the fuck do they care?" Psymon kicked the body again, and a long bang resulted.
Psymon and Nate stopped dead in their tracks; it sounded unremarkably like a gunshot. Psymon quickly flipped over the body, and looked in the holster, the gun was still in it! Nate did the same, every body they looked each one had a handgun.
"I cant belive it! He was is so much of a hurry to take out the rangers that he left their guns.....with ammo." Nate laughed, grabbing all the handguns he can carry. Psymon took the holsters, not as if he needed to feel anymore badass than he already felt, but he wanted to make sure everyone else knew it.
Nate blinked and looked at a body again, "Well, this dude didnt even have a gun...thats strange.."
Nate banged his foot on the door only to hear a scream from Kaori inside. Nate looked at Psymon and nodded.
"Pete must be in there...lets get him." Nate tossed a gun to Psymon, Psymon aimed, and fired, putting a nice bullet hole in the door to gain another scream from Kaori, and a cry from Griff. Psymon kicked down the door and stepped in, Kaori and Griff were screaming their heads off at this point, Nate followed, holding two guns in his hand.
"Where did he go!"
Mac was hiding behind the sofa with the others.
"Where did WHO go!" Mac yelled from behind the sofa.
"Pete! We heard Kaori screaming, wheres Pete!" Nate yelled again, over the sobs of terror coming from Kaori.
Mac stood up, looking at the weapons Nate and Psymon were holding.
"Dog! Where the hell did you get those!" Mac yelled, pointing.
"In the basement, it seems Pete has been killing off all of the rangers that were sent to find us.." Nate started
"..but the idiot forgot to take the guns from them; I guess he figured he might have killed us before we got here." Psymon finished.
Mac held out his hand.
"Gimmie a gun!" Mac pleaded. Nate looked at Psymon, who just shrugged. Nate still hesitated.
"Can I really trust you with a gun?" Nate said, preparing to hand one to Mac.
"Dawg, In my hood, all the kids got guns. I can handle it." Mac said, taking the gun and a holster.
Psymon held a gun out to Kaori, but as she reached out to take it, he pulled it away.
"I think its best if you don't get one..." Psymon said.
Nate looked over, "Stop teasing her!"
Psymon shrugged, "Im not teasing her, the girl is a fuckin nervous wreck. If we hand her this gun, she will shoot at the first thing that moves!"
Nate, realizing that Psymon indeed had a point, agreed.
Griff bounced up to Nate, holding his hand out.
Nate, Psymon, Mac, and Kaori all shot him down with a loud "NO"
Griff looked at the ground.
"Damn it, you guys get to have all the fun!" Griff kicked the rug.
Psymon spread the remaining guns out on the table, taking the magazine out from each and tossing one to Nate and Mac until they were all gone.
"If you see Pete, just shoot."Psymon instructed.
Nate spoke up, "Hey, Im the one leading us back, Stark."
"Yep, you're the one who led us right to here, where four of our friends died overnight. Looke cowboy, I think it would be a good call to let me handle the rescue from now on." Psymon boomed. Nate wanted to argue, but he knew that the more time they wasted, the closer Pete could be back at them.
Mac clicked his gun, now with a newfound courage he was lacking about an hour ago.
"Im tired of running from that redneck...lets get him."
Psymon and the others bounded into the snow, Griff and Kaori in the center, Nate, Mac, and Psymon took a side, both loaded with a gun, they took only the ammo, leaving the guns themselves behind. Griff soon fell over, landing square on his butt.
"Oooww....I slipped." Griff whined as Kaori helped him up.
"No wonder, we are walking on ice...must be a lake or somethin'" Nate whispered, they all tried to keep their balance as they shuffled across the ice.
A figure was slowly coming into focus a ways in front of them, it was obvious who it was, only one person would be carrying an axe around this time...but something was different. Pete stopped...he seemed to be looking...waiting for something. He dug something out of his pocket and pressed it to his mouth. After awhile Mac's M-comm rang. Mac stopped in his tracks and grabbed his M-comm.
"What do you want!" Mac yelled, he already know who it was.
Pete coughed hard into the comm, attempting to laugh, "Tell Psymon he nailed me pretty well....and I can see all of you...right in the middle of the lake.."
Mac turned the M-comm up so everyone could hear it.
"Yeah, we know that. But, we can see you too, bitch. Make a move and Ill blow your head off!" Mac yelled back, feeling cocky.
"Ha! You think those puny pistols will reach this far, with this wind? I doubt it...but I know something that will." Pete spat.
Nate looked at Psymon, they seemed to be thinking in unison. At that moment, Nate remembered the one body that didnt have a gun at all.
Nate yelled at Mac and everyone else.
"DUCK!"
Everyone hit the lake as a shot rang over their heads, a loud shot, like a shotgun.
"How the hell did you get a shotgun!" Mac yelled.
"How else? Some ranger let me borrow it...after I slit his throat." Pete laughed, shooting again.
"Five little duckies...in the middle of the lake, no where to hide... Pete was walking closer, somehow he had gotten out of their sight; no one knew which direction the was coming from.
Nate stood up, walking forward a bit before he heard a crack underneath his feet.
"...Thin ice... Nate whispered to himself, he could hear Pete's heavy boots stepping closer. .and closer...he knew that Pete weighed a lot more than him, and that he would easily break the ice if he stepped too hard.
Nate was right on the money.
Within seconds they could hear the ice crack under Pete's massive build, although the five of them were snowblinded, they knew what they heard. The five of them trekked, they were going to get Pete, right here. Right now.
They all came upon a hole in the ice; Pete's axe lay right next to it.
"Well, if he aint dead...he has to come up for air sometime...we can either run away. .and get away while we can. .or wait for him to pop his head up. .then blow it off." Nate asked.
Psymon already had his gun trained on the spot, it was obvious what he wanted to do.
They waited...the saw bubbles rising from the water, any second now Pete would pop up and meet his doom.
CRACK
The ice under Nate cracked, and two purple fat hands grabbed his ankles, pulling him down.
Psymon turned around, shooting wildly into the ice and Nate was dragged under. Nate grabbed his gun just before his head was taken under the water.
Psymon turned to Mac.
"RUN! GET THOSE TWO AND RUN!" Psymon yelled, shooting into the whole still.
Mac, Kaori and Griff ran fast as their legs would let them, they could still hear Psymon shooting into the water.
Back at the scene Psymon didnt know what to do, all he could do was watch, he knows Nate was probably fighting for his life under the water. . then he heard three loud pops...gunshots. . from under the water, blood began to stain the water...Psymon waited...
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AN:
Sorry it took so long to actually get this chapter up. But I hope you all like it. Snow Gods should be updating sometime before Jesus' second comming...
Oh, and yes. I know my portrayal of guns is horrible inaccurate, so just bear with it.
You know the drill, read and review.
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Chapter 5: Even Odds
Pete slid along the floor, Psymon atop of him. Psymon's eyes were wider than after he has laid his fists into Pete's jaw relentlessly, Pete never even had a chance to come up with a witty comeback before Psymon was wailing on him. Pete drew he knife aiming to stab it up qt Psymon; only to he the small blade knocked out of his hand as Psymon knocked it away.
Pete looked beaten, Psymon stood up, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifting him to his feet. Pete smirked, little drops of blood dripping from his mouth.
"Oh darn, it looks like the big bad Canadian got me. ." Pete joked, Psymon slammed him up against the wall, then spun him around, slamming him up against the opposite wall. Psymon began to laugh, if he killed Pete here, he would surely be awarded with some kind of medal when they finally got home.
"Im going to be a fuckin hero..." Psymon whispered to himself, slamming Pete into a window, it didnt break, but it hurt Pete nonetheless.
"Come on! I would expect some mass murderer like you would at least know how to fight!" Psymon cackled, feeling this fight was way too easy.
"Why bother to fight back? I mean...if you really want to kill me, do it, Stark." Pete just smiled and closed his eyes, this...for some reason made Psymon even angerier, forcing him to bash the back of his head into the window, cracking it againsts Pete's thick skull, Psymon bashed again, and again, and again.
The window finally began to give, cracking under the constant stress it was receiving. Psymon smiled as he saw a few trickles of blood stain the glass, he had no idea where he was, or what he was doing, all he knew is that he wanted to make Pete pay.
Psymon drew his fist back, and swung a punch directly at Pete's skull, smashing im through the glass, and out of the window. The glass shattered, and Psymon laughed loudly as he looked over the pane, to see Pete's body fall and land on the snow below him. Psymon wasn't the smartest man in the world, but he knew that an average man could easily survive falling from a the second floor of a house. Psymon spun around, heading for the stairs just as Nate and Mac stumbled up them.
"Yo, dawg? Where you been?" Mac asked, and finally looked over and Zoe and Elise's bodies, almost jumping out of his skin.
"Psymon! Men, what did you do!" Mac yelled, looking scared.
Psymon, with blood all over his hands, didnt look very nice.
"Wasn't me, kid? Pete was up here, got Zoe and Elise." Psymon grunted, trying to push the two men out of the way.
"The where is Pete now?" Nate spoke, looking for something, anything to cover Elise and Zoe's bodies before Kaori or Griff caught sight of them.
"Out the window, and if you two saints would move, I could go down there and finish what I started." Psymon shoved Mac into the wall, hard.
Mac buckled.
"Fuck that! Im coming with you!" Mac grabbed a piece of loose wood from the stairs and followed, Nate following soon after.
"Mac...what...what are you doing?" Kaori was awake, looking at the three men leaving the lodge.
"Kaori, I want you to get Griff, and go hide in a corner, we will be right back, alright?" Mac spoke with Kaori in a soothing tone.
".. Y...yes .. Okay. ." Kaori agreed, Griff was too afraid to talk, with the blood covered Psymon and all.
Psymon, Nate, and Mac ran out into the snow and around the house, the found the pieces of the broken window, and a trail of blood, but no Pete.
"FUCK!" Psymon yelled.
"If you two fuckin dumbasses wouldnt of gotten in my way, I would have been down here to finish him!" Psymon yelled, his voice echoing from the trees.
Nate looked around, something off behind the house had caught his attention. Nate walked closer, picking up a shard of the shattered glass along the way, he saw a leg poking out from behind the house...he jumped to surprise whoever it was, only to find Allegra's purple frozen body, her head horribly twisted in an unnatural direction, Viggo's headband still over her eyes.
"......My god....." Nate looked away at the sight of the stump that was formally Atomika that was next to her.
Mac ran around the house.
"What Na--....aw SHIT!" Mac looked away, and he couldnt contain himself, he began to vomit right there in the snow. Mac regained himself, took another look at the two of them...and vomited again, this time away from Nate. Psymon was just walking up, he looked over at Atomika and Allegra, then at Nate, then at Mac.
"...Well, there is one good thing to come out of all this." Psymon grinned.
"...And just what the hell is that?" Nate asked, completely confused.
"At least Wigger-boys puke is the same color as the snow."
"F-...fuck you, Psymon" Mac coughed out, looking at the marshmallow fluff he just expelled from his body.
Nate took off his jacket, covering Allegra and Atomika's bodies.
"Welp, it seems that Pete is still alive, barely, and we lost four people in one night..." Nate said coolly.
Mac finally got himself together, and looked over at Nate.
"Where the hell are all those rangers and people that are supposed to be watching out for tourists?" Mac added.
Nate shook his head, "Hell if I know, all I know is that they aint here.."
Psymon dusted some snow from a trap door.
"I betcha this is where the fucker is hiding..." Psymon kicked the lock repeatedly, trying to snap the rusty chains, after a couple of times, it finally snapped off, sending the door falling in, and a horrid stench upwards.
Psymon stood back, the smell hitting his face harder than it hit anyone elses.
"Holy shit! What the hell is down here!" Psymon yelled, wafting the smell away from his face.
Nate uses his hat as a fan, blowing the smell away. Mac, who couldnt bear the smell anymore, decided it would be best for him to go back inside with Kaori and Griff.
"Um. .Ill...um...Ill let y'all handle dis. ." Mac ran back inside, tripping along the way.
Nate and Psymon peeked into the trap door, they couldn't see anything lower than that...but the smell was extending their curiosity.
"Well...something down there....and there is only one way to find out. ." Nate said, nodding sagely. Psymon was already far ahead of him, stepping down the stairs into the unknown with his shirt pulled up over his nose. Nate followed, keeping a close eye on Psymon in front of him.
"Fuckin....damn it smells bad....wait, I found a light..." Psymon pulled the flimsy string, turning on the light...and he found the source of the smell. Nate couldnt help to jump, the area was littered with bodies, at least eight or nine, all of them park rangers.
"I guess it was good that wigger-boy didnt come down here. ." Psymon chuckled, looking at the bodies. "Hey, these are all official SSX rangers!"
Nate looked at the badges.
"I see now, that's the reason no one came to find us...he must have sent a distress call from Viggo's M-comm to here...killed whoever came in, stuffed them down here...the fucker was waiting for us all along." Nate sat down in a chair, the smell no bothering him anymore.
Psymon looked around at the bodies.
"So, we fell into his trap...again." Psymon kicked one of the bodies out of anger. Nate jumped.
"HEY! Don't disrespect the dead like that, Stark!"
Psymon shrugged.
"What the fuck do they care?" Psymon kicked the body again, and a long bang resulted.
Psymon and Nate stopped dead in their tracks; it sounded unremarkably like a gunshot. Psymon quickly flipped over the body, and looked in the holster, the gun was still in it! Nate did the same, every body they looked each one had a handgun.
"I cant belive it! He was is so much of a hurry to take out the rangers that he left their guns.....with ammo." Nate laughed, grabbing all the handguns he can carry. Psymon took the holsters, not as if he needed to feel anymore badass than he already felt, but he wanted to make sure everyone else knew it.
Nate blinked and looked at a body again, "Well, this dude didnt even have a gun...thats strange.."
Nate banged his foot on the door only to hear a scream from Kaori inside. Nate looked at Psymon and nodded.
"Pete must be in there...lets get him." Nate tossed a gun to Psymon, Psymon aimed, and fired, putting a nice bullet hole in the door to gain another scream from Kaori, and a cry from Griff. Psymon kicked down the door and stepped in, Kaori and Griff were screaming their heads off at this point, Nate followed, holding two guns in his hand.
"Where did he go!"
Mac was hiding behind the sofa with the others.
"Where did WHO go!" Mac yelled from behind the sofa.
"Pete! We heard Kaori screaming, wheres Pete!" Nate yelled again, over the sobs of terror coming from Kaori.
Mac stood up, looking at the weapons Nate and Psymon were holding.
"Dog! Where the hell did you get those!" Mac yelled, pointing.
"In the basement, it seems Pete has been killing off all of the rangers that were sent to find us.." Nate started
"..but the idiot forgot to take the guns from them; I guess he figured he might have killed us before we got here." Psymon finished.
Mac held out his hand.
"Gimmie a gun!" Mac pleaded. Nate looked at Psymon, who just shrugged. Nate still hesitated.
"Can I really trust you with a gun?" Nate said, preparing to hand one to Mac.
"Dawg, In my hood, all the kids got guns. I can handle it." Mac said, taking the gun and a holster.
Psymon held a gun out to Kaori, but as she reached out to take it, he pulled it away.
"I think its best if you don't get one..." Psymon said.
Nate looked over, "Stop teasing her!"
Psymon shrugged, "Im not teasing her, the girl is a fuckin nervous wreck. If we hand her this gun, she will shoot at the first thing that moves!"
Nate, realizing that Psymon indeed had a point, agreed.
Griff bounced up to Nate, holding his hand out.
Nate, Psymon, Mac, and Kaori all shot him down with a loud "NO"
Griff looked at the ground.
"Damn it, you guys get to have all the fun!" Griff kicked the rug.
Psymon spread the remaining guns out on the table, taking the magazine out from each and tossing one to Nate and Mac until they were all gone.
"If you see Pete, just shoot."Psymon instructed.
Nate spoke up, "Hey, Im the one leading us back, Stark."
"Yep, you're the one who led us right to here, where four of our friends died overnight. Looke cowboy, I think it would be a good call to let me handle the rescue from now on." Psymon boomed. Nate wanted to argue, but he knew that the more time they wasted, the closer Pete could be back at them.
Mac clicked his gun, now with a newfound courage he was lacking about an hour ago.
"Im tired of running from that redneck...lets get him."
Psymon and the others bounded into the snow, Griff and Kaori in the center, Nate, Mac, and Psymon took a side, both loaded with a gun, they took only the ammo, leaving the guns themselves behind. Griff soon fell over, landing square on his butt.
"Oooww....I slipped." Griff whined as Kaori helped him up.
"No wonder, we are walking on ice...must be a lake or somethin'" Nate whispered, they all tried to keep their balance as they shuffled across the ice.
A figure was slowly coming into focus a ways in front of them, it was obvious who it was, only one person would be carrying an axe around this time...but something was different. Pete stopped...he seemed to be looking...waiting for something. He dug something out of his pocket and pressed it to his mouth. After awhile Mac's M-comm rang. Mac stopped in his tracks and grabbed his M-comm.
"What do you want!" Mac yelled, he already know who it was.
Pete coughed hard into the comm, attempting to laugh, "Tell Psymon he nailed me pretty well....and I can see all of you...right in the middle of the lake.."
Mac turned the M-comm up so everyone could hear it.
"Yeah, we know that. But, we can see you too, bitch. Make a move and Ill blow your head off!" Mac yelled back, feeling cocky.
"Ha! You think those puny pistols will reach this far, with this wind? I doubt it...but I know something that will." Pete spat.
Nate looked at Psymon, they seemed to be thinking in unison. At that moment, Nate remembered the one body that didnt have a gun at all.
Nate yelled at Mac and everyone else.
"DUCK!"
Everyone hit the lake as a shot rang over their heads, a loud shot, like a shotgun.
"How the hell did you get a shotgun!" Mac yelled.
"How else? Some ranger let me borrow it...after I slit his throat." Pete laughed, shooting again.
"Five little duckies...in the middle of the lake, no where to hide... Pete was walking closer, somehow he had gotten out of their sight; no one knew which direction the was coming from.
Nate stood up, walking forward a bit before he heard a crack underneath his feet.
"...Thin ice... Nate whispered to himself, he could hear Pete's heavy boots stepping closer. .and closer...he knew that Pete weighed a lot more than him, and that he would easily break the ice if he stepped too hard.
Nate was right on the money.
Within seconds they could hear the ice crack under Pete's massive build, although the five of them were snowblinded, they knew what they heard. The five of them trekked, they were going to get Pete, right here. Right now.
They all came upon a hole in the ice; Pete's axe lay right next to it.
"Well, if he aint dead...he has to come up for air sometime...we can either run away. .and get away while we can. .or wait for him to pop his head up. .then blow it off." Nate asked.
Psymon already had his gun trained on the spot, it was obvious what he wanted to do.
They waited...the saw bubbles rising from the water, any second now Pete would pop up and meet his doom.
CRACK
The ice under Nate cracked, and two purple fat hands grabbed his ankles, pulling him down.
Psymon turned around, shooting wildly into the ice and Nate was dragged under. Nate grabbed his gun just before his head was taken under the water.
Psymon turned to Mac.
"RUN! GET THOSE TWO AND RUN!" Psymon yelled, shooting into the whole still.
Mac, Kaori and Griff ran fast as their legs would let them, they could still hear Psymon shooting into the water.
Back at the scene Psymon didnt know what to do, all he could do was watch, he knows Nate was probably fighting for his life under the water. . then he heard three loud pops...gunshots. . from under the water, blood began to stain the water...Psymon waited...
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AN:
Sorry it took so long to actually get this chapter up. But I hope you all like it. Snow Gods should be updating sometime before Jesus' second comming...
Oh, and yes. I know my portrayal of guns is horrible inaccurate, so just bear with it.
You know the drill, read and review.