Thanks for the reviews everyone. I'll keep this short and leave you to read the next chapter in the gruesome Titan Hunt!
Robin can finally leave the school. But the only thing standing between him and freedom is the vicious White Ones. Be wary.This one isn't for the faint of heart.
Scene Seven: Hunt the Bird
Robin stood before the high school grounds. It was dark and wretched with no sign of life anywhere in sight. "These Whities are boring me. Dumb-assed supremacist bastards always blaming each other for their screw ups. Butcher 'em, Robin! Hack 'em up, beat 'em down, and choke the fucking life outta them!" He slowly crept down the stone steps and onto the black and ducked behind a trash can.
A hunter came along armed with a knife and was scouting the area intent on finding their latest runner. "I can't wait to see Lucy-May's face when I tell her how I shredded the worthless half-breed." Robin took careful aim and fired one nail which split into the skull of the White One gang member. Robin jumped to his feet and dragged the body to a hiding spot.
"Mr. Boy Wonder! It is a pleasure to be working with such talent! Now make your way to the tracks. It's about time you stretched those puny legs of yours." Robin continued down the blacktop all the while checking his ammunition. 'Damn! Seven nails left. Better make these count.' The Titan soon found himself in rows of volleyball nets that obscured his vision leaving him vulnerable to any attack.
"See, pa! I said I'd find his scrawny ass first!" A hunter ran through the nets firing a nail gun of his own.
"Mr. Boy Wonder, you've just achieved new levels of ineptitude," Slade said upon seeing that Robin had been discovered and was on the run. "You're supposed to be picking them off, not fighting out in a mass brawl! Kill this fuck before the others come." Robin dodged nails while trying his best to get a good aim and fired off two shots. One went into the hunter's gun hand and the other went into his groin causing him to collapse dead from shock.
Robin ran over to the bleeding corpse and began taking nails when he heard more of them in the distance. "That you, you filthy inbred! Sounds like our monkey!" Robin ran through the nets trying to get away before the others came to the scene. From far away, Robin could see the tracks but standing in front was a broken down shack with an overweight hunter guarding the entrance.
"Careful. There's a bigot guarding the tracks. If he sees you, he'll call his sick buddies to play with your corpse. Better find a way to kill him." 'You gotta be kidding me. All I need to do is shoot him in the head...' the thought trailed away when he saw that the bigot was wearing a protective hockey mask. 'Fuck! If I shoot him anywhere else he'll still live and go get help.' An idea quickly came as he scooped a soda can off the ground.
He chucked the can as far as he could away from the shack causing a noise to fill the air. "Your salvation approaches and your impurity will be cleansed by the lord, boy!" Robin snuck behind the hunter as he searched the area and armed his bat. And with two solid swings, the bat smashed the hunter's head once but finished him on the seconds causing blood to spurt all over the ground.
"Good, Robin. Now make your way to the grounds and your horrible ordeal over here will finally be over with." Robin walked by the decrepit shack to only find more dead bodies of the previous victims and Robin was filled with a slight fear. The tracks were out in the open and spanned a possible three miles and Robin was calming himself and assuring that this was finally over. There would be no such thing as Robin spotted over twenty white bobbing heads in the distance.
'Hockey masks...' They were all running with weapons all trained and intent on killing him. Robin began to run down the tracks as fast as he could to escape the upcoming onslaught. "Dammit, Slade!"
"Hey I said you'd get your exercise. Your new goal: Kill these guys and you're outta here. And while you plan out how you're gonna do that I suggest you start running. Hunt the monkey, boys." Sweat ran down his face as he sped away from the hunters who were actually gaining on him. Soon Robin saw a baseball diamond and knew how he would kill them. He ran to the middle to get extra room and raised his nail gun and began to fire nails at the approaching mob.
He fired and fired watching the hunters go down in red and crimson and when he ran out of nails he turned to his bat and began to beat his way through the remaining hunters. Skulls split open, bones cracked, blood spilled everywhere as Robin entered the fury that he had only gone into on special occasions. Occasions when Slade had him by the balls. The Boy Wonder felt invincible as the hunters attempted to flee only for Robin to chase them down and butcher them.
Seven minutes later Robin had finally returned to his senses and stopped beating the life out of the final hunter. All around him the ground was pure red. No other color but red everywhere. And the bodies. The battered broken bodies that were piled everywhere made Robin want to retch. He felt like mass murderer and he hated it. "You're piling up those bodies like it was Judgment Day! Now go to the parking lot. Time to get to the next scene now hurry! Your ride is waiting."
Robin had walked past the carnage and found his way to the lot where he once again found the Undertakers waiting for his arrival. "You just won't fucking die will you?" They removed his weapons, shoved him into the van, and took off to the next scene.
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