A/N: Second chappie here, any spelling mistakes are apoligised for in advance, enjoy!
Chapter 2 - TheDownfallMassacre
Winding up an old rusting metal stairwell, to the flat rooftop of what appeared to be an indoor market, set in the middle of the bazaar. A heart beat steadily and footfalls were as graceful as a panther, as the fugitive dashed across to leap onto a neighbouring building.
Every one of the senses tuned to superior perfection, above those who were close behind. The only stabbing weakness was hunger. To kill.
Dashing, leaping and vaulting away over the heads of the people below. Until, upon the highest rooftop to scale, they, the hunted stood and waited patiently, breath laboured from the thrilling chase. A glow of a smirk hovering over the neutral face they tried to preserve.
'C'mon, c'mon…you don't wear out that easy Toombs…don't let me down now.' As if on cue the merc appeared, eyes raging at his target, who seemed far too calm for his liking.
"Ah, here we are. Don't go down to easily do ya?" He chuckled, drawing out his gun from the holster on his thigh.
"I don't go down at all." Came the reply, and before he had a chance to respond, he was grounded on his back – his own weapon pressed into his forehead. But a sudden movement behind the two caught the fugitives' attention and gave Toombs an easy opening. Twisting from underneath his attacker, the merc pulled out a blade and in a swift arc, made a deep incision into the lower torso with an evil smile.
"You wouldn't be getting soft on me now would ya princess?" His maniacal taunt of laughter suddenly causing an eruption of rage from his target, who in a rising spin, drove a powerful kick to his head, almost knocking him out cold. But, bidden by the original distraction, the target turned to the meet the gaze of five other approaching mercs, temporarily leaving Toombs to recover, bloodied nose streaming on the dirty surface as his vision swam.
Cocking the gun, all but one of the mercs slumped down silently open mouthed with bullets riddling they're poorly armoured bodies before they could recognise what had hit them. The last went down with a shiv between his eyes.
Hatred flaring with an unmatched aggression, the now bleeding fugitive clenched the gun between sharp teeth and drew out two long blades strapped to the sides of the muscled thighs, turning back to Toombs with a suddenly calm expression that ran his blood cold with fear.
His screams closely following the gunshots as his limbs and torso were slashed and stabbed at. The final blow being the last remaining bullet in his own gun, between his terrified eyes as he screamed for mercy. But mercy would not be dealt out to those who crossed the paths of such an infallible adversary as this.
Unflinching, the ruthless killer swung over the edge of the building and slid down the drainpipes, ignoring the minor flesh wound of their own,to run athletically down an alley way, where yet more mercs approached and awaited.
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