Alex tightened the tension of the brand new chain she purchased just for this occasion. She ran her finger over sharp jagged edges of the chain links, letting the jagged pointy teeth create little indents against her flesh. She poured fuel from the bright red container, down into the yellow funnel, carefully filling the tank. She caressed her beauty, her partner in crime. She held the chainsaw housing against her bare skin, closing her eyes with an affectionate grace.
Soon…
In the other room, sitting on the couch in his batman boxer shorts, Ash peered through the eye holes of his mask, as his fingers worked the metallic brush through the barrel of his gun, now disassembled into pieces spread out onto the table before him. He brushed, cleaned, and oiled his weapon, taking care of every piece, every spring and pin, relishing the sounds and sensations as well as the smell of the oil.
He reassembled his weapon, taking his time, taking great care, treating it like the artifact it was. It was a blessed vessel, that contained not holy water, not the skin flakes of some dead saint, but cold lead that with the pull of its trigger became hot lead before drilling its way into some poor fucks body.
He loaded every bullet into his magazine and spare magazine, meticulously, before sliding one into his Glock 17, chambering a round. He shivering from the auditory pleasure, of the mechanical clack of the gun racking the round into the chamber. The weapon was now hot, which meant it was ready to kill. Likewise, Ash's body was now hot, and ready to kill.
Back in her room, Alex stood in front of the full body mirror in her white bra and panties. She was wearing her swan mask, and had been wearing it, since they first returned home. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself, at her true self. She had been waiting for this moment for far to long, and soon she would have to wait no longer. To her surprise, she wasnt nervous. She felt calm, as if she was still in the haze of a pleasant dream. A warm sensation, a gentle excitement was glowing in her belly, as her fingers caressed her bare stomach.
Soon… very soon…
Alex didnt turn her head, but watched Ash through the reflection of the mirror, as he opened the door to her room, and walked up behind her. He had no reservations about approaching her in her underwear, anymore then she had of him in his boxers. Even if they were the squeamish types, they were not Alex and Ash, brother and sister right now. They were Killer Swan Number One, and Killer Swan Number Two. Two bodies, one will.
Ash waited behind Alex silently. They had remained mute since their drive home from witnessing Mark's abduction, as possible murder. They had decided long ago, that the Killer Swans, did not talk, they let the saw and the gun do the talking for them. Anything anyone wanted to know about their intentions, they could get from the cold unfeeling bills of their rubber swan faces.
Alex reached down by her feet and picked up a thin, long length of white cloth, handing it to her brother. Ash took the strip of cloth and waited patiently, as Alex turned towards the mirror and undid her bra. She let the bra lay where it fell, before raising her hands to the top of her head. Ash wrapped the strip of cloth around her chest, before tightening it behind her back. Alex made a gesture with her shoulders that Ash instinctively interpretative as "Tighter."
Ash pulled the cloth around her chest tightly, painfully flattening Alex's breasts against herself. Alex could help but feel a small welling of pleasure from the experience as her brother began to tie the knot in place. Killer Swan Number One didnt have breasts, it didnt have a gender. She wasnt a pretty young woman with blond hair and blue eyes, living in Miami with her brother. Ash wasnt a scrawny smart ass, who was good with his hands. They were leaving their human shells behind so they were no more human then they were natural disasters or forces of nature.
They stood side by side in front of the large mirror, as they began to change into their alter egos. Alex removed her mask first, revealing her long blond hair, pulled back in a tight bun, setting her alter ego aside for the time being, so she could slip the neon green t shirt over her head. Ash did the same, setting his mask against hers in front of the mirror, as he too pulled the green t shirt over his neatly shaven head.
They then pulled up their dark green cargo pants, loose and baggy, giving their legs freedom of movement and hiding their shapes further. After Alex nearly stumbled attempting to pull up their socks, they leaned on one another for balance before lacing up their black steel toed boots. Alex grinned excitedly, as they tightened the straps of the hot orange knee pads on, and slipped on their fingerless gloves of the same color. Alex was getting excited. It was the time for the more exotic pieces of their attire.
Alex was the first to turn and help her brother pull the spray painted athletic pads over his head, and tightened it to his body. She yanked the straps tightly, giving it an open handed smack on his bright orange shoulder pads, sticking out boldly against the green padding around his upper chest and back, making the lithe young man look bulkier, more powerful then his true agile physique ever did. Alex couldnt stop grinning like an idiot, when it was her turn, as she shimmied her body, to help the sports armor slip over her head and raised arms. Ash calmly tightened and secured the pads of her sports armor, as Alex checked to see if her bun had started to come loose. Alex could barely contain herself, as Ash stepped towards the bright orange backpack, hoisting the heavy pack in his arms.
Inside the backpack, Ash had packed a special surprise he had managed to keep secret from Alex (Much to her surprise) until recently. Pipe bombs, filled with black powder, fixed with a simple fuse. Ash had made his dear sister very very happy.
He helped her slip the backpack over her arms and shoulders, locking it in place with the clack of the buckles snapping together. Alex bent down alongside her brother, and they reverently lifted up their masks. They slid their alter ego's back over their heads, and took the time to stare at themselves in he mirror. They both stood motionless in front of the reflections, a sense of reverence welling up within the two. Alex reached her hand out and touched her brothers bare fingers, before gripping his hand tightly. Ash kept his gaze foreword as did Alex, as he squeezed her hand back. Alex and Ash didnt say the words, but they were both thinking them as their fingers intertwined. "One body, one mind."
Alex released her brothers hand at the same time as he released hers. There was still one last piece of their alter egos missing. Alex hefted her chainsaw in her arms holding it up and close to her body in a dramatic pose, grinning behind her mask like an idiot. She couldnt help it though, it was all just too wonderful. Ash lifted his pistol in a similar pose, and they took another long moment to stare at themselves. It was finally going to happen and it would be happening very soon.
…
Alex stroked her beloved saw, resting uncomfortably on top of her lap, as if it were a bright orange cat, as she stared through the van windshield. Ash drove the van calmly in the seat besides her, following the rules of the road to the letter. It all felt like foreplay to Alex. The entire night had been foreplay, if not gratuitous mental masturbation. Even so, the irony of her brother driving so politely, so lawfully, as they made their merry way to commit ultra murder of genocidal proportions… it made Alex feel warm and gooey inside.
Ash parked the van right in front of the strip club. They stepped from the vehicles in full outfit. Alex lead, walking fearlessly towards the front door of the club as her brother followed behind, stepping in her footsteps like a shadow in ways only a practiced twin could. That was how the Killer Swans operated, Number One would lead, causing mayhem and death with the saw, while Number Two would follow, like a guardian angel shooting anyone who dared threaten his Number One.
For now though, she followed Ash's lead as he opened the door, carefully breaching the front, moving in a cone pattern to sweep every angle, like the protective brother he was. Ash had done a little "Scouting mission" a few days back, to get a feel for the layout of the building for one of their potential targets.
Alex didnt go with, to create less of a footprint. No one would think twice of the scrawny young man gawking at some trashy college drop outs but a young man and his twin sister? People might have recognized them. It was just as well for Alex, she didnt want to watch some tramps grind their diseased asses on her brother anyway.
She followed Ash as he crept passed the empty reception window, and past the ATM machines along the wall. In front of them, was a large curtain, the only thing separating them from the bad music, flashing lights and fog spewed from a dry ice machine. The only thing separating them from their unsuspecting victims.
Ash signaled Alex stay still. She obeyed, keeping her hand tightly gripped around the handle of the saw's starter cord. Ash walked behind Alex, and unzipped the backpack, pulling the two pipe bombs free. Ash shuffled the bombs awkwardly in his right hand, while he fished out his lighter from his pocket. He lit the fuse of one of the bombs. Alex held her breath in anticipation and glee, as Ash lit the second pipe bomb with the lit fuse, and crept toward the curtain.
Alex instinctively pulled the curtain aside and Ash threw the lit pipe bombs, one after the other, before both of them fell back through the archway. A loud explosion rocked the building to its foundation, followed by a second, equally glorious boom. Alex shivered in pleasure, as the sounds of panicked screams and yelling filled her ears.
She pulled the handle of the starter cord wildly, as her beauteous saw roared to life. She revved the engine in her hand twice fast, letting them hear the growling beast that came for their blood, before leaping through the curtains, her saw blades whirring through the air.
Before her, utter pandemonium. The bombs had done their work. The mobsters were in a state of disarray, some clutched their eyes, screaming in pain, others staggered around like zombies with blood leaking from their blown out eardrums. So far everything was working as intended. It wasnt the bombs job to kill. If any of them died from the explosions alone, Alex would be very disappointed. Ash could have filled the bombs with pennies or nails, sending projectiles of metal flying like bullets in all directions, but he didnt. The bombs were meant to stun and discombobulate, putting them at the mercy of Alex's saw.
The first mobster to stagger into Alex's view was clutching his eyes, screaming in panicked agony. Blood streamed from his fingers, as they tightly clamped over his damaged globules, his other hand waving his Mac-10 submachine gun around wildly. It was too Perfect. Alex swung the roaring spinning blades of her saw down across the man's stomach. The sounds of the man's tortured screams, of the whirring saw blades whipping through wet sticky blood and slippery organs, it was all sweet music too Alex's ears.
She pulled the saw deeper through the dying man's belly, his screaming becoming low, gurgling groan. To her surprise, as she pulled the whirring teeth through the other side of the man's belly, it sent a flesh colored strand of the man's intestines shooting off to side, spattering against the ground in an off pink pile.
Alex felt a wall of endorphins hit her like a like a ten gallon bucket of cool water on a hot summer day. She grinned with pleasure, as the man fell flat on his back, in a beautifully grotesque heap, before stepping over the body. She swaggered through the chaos, through the flashing lights, through the dry ice smoke, through the screaming strippers cowering or running around, frantic and blind. Alex had her first taste of blood, and she was still thirsty.
Ash aimed his pistol over Alex's right shoulder and fired two shots. The loud cracks of the gunfire were muffled by the single earplug in her ear as the bullets ripped through the air. The bullets lodged themselves into the skulls of two of the mobsters, sending a lovely cloud of pink mist out from behind their heads that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Ash was amazing. Every step Alex took, Ash stepped right where her foot had left. Though they had been practicing this for years now, Alex couldn't help but beam with pride for her guardian brother. He followed her like a satellite, like a tail mounted turret, accurately plinking any mobster who dared threatened his precious sis with a bullet between the eyes.
A stumbling mobster raised his pistol up at Alex as she revved the engine of her saw. She charged the man with a bloodthirsty abandon, but Ash decided it was too close for comfort. He fired a shot, striking the man in the upper chest and shoulder. Alex grit her teeth in frustration, even if Ash was right, and stopped the man from shooting her, it still denied her the pleasure of being the one to kill him. She swung the whirring saw blades across the man's face, half embedding them into his skull as she flicked him aside. She didnt feel like tearing apart his body as he fell, it wouldnt be genuine. Even if she was the one who actually snuffed the life from the mobster, it was Ash's kill, not hers.
In front of Alex was a table full of powdery mounds of cocaine, three stunned mobsters and one cowering stripper. They were sitting on a couch against the back wall, still stunned from the pipe bomb going off in front of them. Alex's heart sang with joy at the sight of them. She made eye contact with one of the mobsters. He was a heavy set, long haired man with a deep gash on his forehead where a fragment of the bomb must have cut him. His eyes widened with terror at the sight of her as she eagerly stalked towards him. Her eyes were nearly bulging from her mask with excitement as she pointed the saw straight out, revving the engine and pointing at the mobster with the spinning chain. She wanted him to know, that the saw was hungry, that it wanted him above all else.
The mobster's lips trembled, his body frozen with fear as Alex's brisk pace brought the revving saw closer and closer to his face. Alex could barely even hear the rapid gunshots of her brother, firing off to the side at the rest of the mobsters who were starting to reorient themselves. Alex didnt care, her eyes were locked onto her prize, relishing every jump and jerk of the man as she revved the engine. It was as if her fingers were pressing down on the fear portion of the mobster's brain, rather then the throttle.
The mobster finally came to his senses enough to reach for the Russian made submachine gun amongst the cocaine and piles of pills. It was far to late for that though. Alex raised the saw up, gratuitously whirring the blades into the air, before bringing it down onto the mobster. The mobster's scream was short but sweet. He let out a high pitched squeal, as the spinning blades carved through the top of his scalp, and drove itself down into his skull. His scream was quickly cut short as Alex dragged the saw down through his head, bisecting his brain.
She pulled the saw free and revved it through the air, spraying droplets of blood and pieces of matter along the wall behind the remaining mobsters and up into the air. The blood rained down onto the petrified strippers hair, and much to her delight, back against Alex's mask and clothing. She staggered back as she revved the saw, losing herself in the frenzy of emotions swirling around her. She swung the roaring saw around wildly, possessed by the mechanical monster's own desire to kill.
The mobster at the very end of the table had managed to pull himself from his addled state. The first thing his bomb addled mind was able to focus on was the sight of the blood drunk Alex twirling around her saw. He was the first to get the bright idea to try and leap from the table and run for his life. Alex spun around with her saw, the spinning blades catching the tendons behind the fleeing man's knee. The mobster's expressions twisted in agony as he fell to the ground face first. He managed to roll onto his back to look down at his half severed leg before screaming himself red in the face.
The mobster who had been wedged in the middle of the table, had been pulling the cowering stripper in front of himself, using the half naked woman as a human shield. His meat shield kept her hands firmly placed over her eyes, shielding herself from the blood and horrifying sights bombarding her. Alex turned to see the mobster eyeing the submachine gun still gripped by the lifeless hand of the mobster besides him. The mobster shoved his shield aside, sending her face first across the bisected mobsters lap, before reaching for the gun. He tried desperately to jerk it free from the dead man's stubborn grip as Alex slowly approached.
Alex couldnt help but smile at the mobster's predicament, before reaching out with the eager teeth of the saw. The spinning blades sliced through the man's arm at the elbow, like an electric knife through butter. The mobster gasped before screaming his lungs out, falling back onto the couch, his arm remaining on the table. Alex grinned as she raised the saw, revving the engine several times before bringing the spinning blades down, carving through the tortured man's shoulder, making a conscious effort to miss his lungs as she removed his arm as neatly as one can with a gas powered saw.
Blood pumped from the mobster's severed limbs, as his screams slowly died down and shock overtook him. Alex tilted her head, and watched the horror in the man's face slowly twist to become distant, as his mind detached itself from what was happening to its body.
Alex turned her head slowly to look over her shoulder at the remaining mobster on the floor, still screaming at his half severed leg. She stared back at him with a predatorial gaze, as the mobster on the ground gave up trying to stop the bleeding, and tried to scuttle away from her.
Alex revved the saw wildly, as she whirled around at him. The fallen mobster threw his hands up, before screaming actual words. "Wha! Whuh! Wait wait!" The mobster managed to blurt out, before Alex simply flicked the whirling saw blades across one of his hands, sending two of his fingers spinning through the air. The mobster screamed and let his head fall flat back against the strip club floor, gripping the wrist of his injured hand against his body. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.
Alex stomped her heavy boot against his chest, driving the wind from the mobster's lungs, before reaching down with the idle blades of the saw, pressing it against the side of his neck. The mobster kept his eyes tightly closed, as Alex squeezed the throttle, carving a brutal line through his neck and throat. The mobsters eyelids opened briefly, probably out of reflex, as only the whites of his eyes showed through the cracks in his eyelids, just before his head fell free from his neck. Alex stood over the decapitated body for a moment, before kicking the severed head, sending it bleeding and rolling across the strip club floor. "Beautiful…"
# # #
Ash continued to scan the area like his head was on a pivot. He had been watching his sister's bloodthirsty back as she rampaged through the Russian men's bodies, carving and hacking them to pieces. For Ash, a simple bullet to the brain was enough to quench his blood thirst, but his sister… she was a marvel. She was terrifying, savage, sadistic and cruel. Even he didnt predict that his sister would be such a natural. She didnt hesitate, he doubted she even blinked, as he sent the Russian's screaming to the afterlife.
The screams of fear and torment from their fellow comrades had to have been effecting the rest of the Russians. He had spotted at least two of them running into the back "VIP" room, through the big curtain. Ash knew that a room labeled VIP in a seedy joint like this, was just a spot to for the women to work out more private rates. Ash never understood the appeal. A good old fashion Hustler magazine would get the job done a whole lot cheaper.
Ash reached out and touched his sisters shoulder pad, and pointed to the curtain. Alex immediately began moving towards the VIP room, and the game resumed for Ash. It was no easy work, following in the bloodstained hurricanes footsteps. She moved with maniacally frenzied steps, which Ash had to do his best to follow, as her guardian shadow, aiming the pistol over her shoulder as they moved as one. That was why the Russians here had no chance. They were not fighting two attackers, Ash and his sister were one. One body, one mind, one singular goal. To kill every last one of them as violently as possible.
Alex was about to simply storm through the curtains with a rev of the saw but Ash tapped her on the shoulder pad, stopping her. She paused and waited for his input, turning her head back at him. He pointed at the wall along the side of the curtain before moving to pressed his shoulders against the opposite side. Alex moved to her position opposite of her brother, pressing her back and shoulders against the wall, revving the saw out of impatience. Ash held out an open hand towards her. Alex moved her finger away from the throttle, letting her shoulders raise and slump with a silent sigh. Ash smiled under his mask, before turning his head back towards the curtain. He strained his hearing, over the sounds of Alex's idling engine. He couldnt hear anything, but he knew they were waiting for them.
Ash held up his hand again, before reaching out and tugging at the curtain twice fast, then quickly moving his hand away. As he expected, gunfire ripped through the curtain, punching it full of holes. Ash waited for the gunshots to pause, before poking the barrel of his Glock through the tiny crack between the wall and curtain before pulling the curtain back to get a clear view down into the hallway.
To his surprise, he initially saw nothing, just a short, empty hallway that lead into a room with four other small rooms, also veiled behind curtains. Ash heard the metallic clack of a magazine being ejected from a gun, betraying the location of its user. Much like Ash and Alex had taken cover with their backs against the wall, he imagined the gunmen were doing the same on the other end of the hallway.
Ash lead, and Alex followed, as they moved quickly down into the hallway. Ash pressed his back against the wall, glancing at his sister who stood impatiently, her finger continuously tapping the throttle, as if trying to see how close she could get before it "accidentally" roared itself awake.
Ash listened to the mobster attempting to reload his weapon. So close, yet so far away. The mobster was less then five feet to his right, with only the corner of the wall separating them. Ash whirled around the corner, and swept the barrel of the gun under the mobsters chin, pressing it tightly into his neck. The mobster's panicked breathing and his fumbling hands froze in the action of trying to reload his sub machine gun. Ash quickly scanned the rest of the room. None of the other mobsters had dared come out from behind their curtains. A room full of professional tough guys, reduced to cowards. Ash smirked under his mask.
# # #
Alex stepped into the room alongside her brother. She glanced briefly at the floor in the center of the room. Four strippers were laying face down and shielding their heads. Alex walked a few steps towards the VIP rooms, moving her masked gaze across the curtained-off rooms. She moved her gaze back to Ash, as he continued to hold the mobster at gunpoint. "He looks so awesome" Ash held his gun sideways like a gangster, and watched his hostage with cool resolve. She wanted to break the rule of silence and tell him how great he looked, but she quickly repressed the silly impulse.
Alex stepped over one of the cowering sluts on the floor as she moved to the other side of Ash's hostage. Ash had turned the mobster to face away from him with his arms in the air as they trembled uncontrollably. Alex slowly eclipsed the human shield's field of vision, staring at him with a longing gaze behind her blood splattered mask. The mobster kept his gaze down and to the left, avoiding direct eye contact with Alex.
Her chainsaw gently rumbled and purred in her hands. It wanted the mobster. They both did. Ash moved his head towards the mobster ever so slightly and gave her a small, questioning shrug. Alex grinned. He was offering the meat shield to her. Ash quickly stepped away from the henchman just before Alex mashed her fingers onto the throttle twice fast, keeping her fingers white knuckled against it before swiping the hungry spinning teeth across the mobster's belly.
The teeth of the saw once again caught themselves on some intestines, ripping them from the mobster's belly and spraying it against the wall besides them. Alex's eyes sparkled with delight, as the man's intestines stuck to the wall momentarily. For a brief moment it looked as if someone had taken a giant can of flesh pink silly string, and sprayed it against the wall.
One of the curtains flung itself open and a panicked but enraged mobster emerged. The mobster's eyes darted rapidly around the room before spotting the two green and orange colored murderers. Ash had been waiting for one of the curtains to open and beat him to the draw. While the mobster began to level his weapon, Ash was carefully aiming the placement of his bullets.
Ash's first round ripped into the man's lower abdomen, causing the desperate mobster to stagger. Seeing the fight hadnt completely left the man, he fired again, striking him slightly higher then the first round. The mobster's eyes widened with shock and agony as he fell. The mobster crumpled and curled into a pain filled ball, letting tortured, groaning cries escape through his gritted teeth.
Alex once again took the lead, beginning to walk foreword, as her faithful brother at arms, returned to her shadow. They moved slowly around the curtained rooms, the gentle sputtering of her lovely saw sending a sober doom through the hearts of the cowering tough guys, who chose to wait behind the curtains for a few more moments of life, rather then try to come and out and confront them like men.
Alex walked over to one of the curtained rooms, slowly, letting the sputtering of the engine build the anticipation. She pressed her side against the wall, keeping her body out of the line of sight of the room entrance, before reaching out and jerking the curtain twice like her brother did before. Alex barely had time to move her arm out of the way before seven shots rang out in rapid succession from the other side of the curtain. Alex reached back out and pulled the curtain back, darting her head through the opening briefly, before pulling it right back behind cover.
Her eyes widened as her mind processed the sudden glimpse into the room. She smirked under her mask before shoving the revving saw through the curtain before letting the rest of her enter. Just as she thought she saw, the mobster was sitting on a bench, his back against the wall of the small room, but it was the gun in his hands that drew Alex's attention. The action was slid back, which meant the mobster was out of bullets.
The mobster didnt even try to reload, he simply stared at Alex, his mouth partly open. A stripper at his feet was down on her knees, face first against the ground, her hands tightly knitted above her head. Alex didnt move, she stood in the entryway, staring back at the mobster. Time seemed to stand still… until Alex grew bored.
Alex threw the saw foreword, revving it rapidly, before charging the man. The small room might as well have been a tomb, giving the terrified victim no room to evade or maneuver. The mobster threw his hands out, screaming in horror, as the chainsaw wielding maniac fell upon him. He tried futilely to block the blurring blades of the saw with his pistol, causing sparks to fly, jerking the gun from his hand. The mobster screamed through grit teeth as he shielded his head with his forearm as Alex brought the saw down through his arm, carving through the mobster's flesh and bone before plunging the whirling blades deep into his stomach.
The sound of the blades whirring through the air changed pitch, getting lower, muffled by the organs and flesh pressing around them, as Alex twisted and turned the saw back and forth into the man's stomach, spraying blood all over Alex's athletic armor and mask. She finally pulled the spinning blades free, unsatisfied with the bloody mess before her. She revved the engine again wildly, before dragging the saw blades through the man's neck, severing it from his body. The mobster's head fell to the side and his open neck spewed blood into the air from the severed arteries. Alex stared at the human blood fountain as if it was some new kind of modern art piece, as her brother fired several rounds from his pistol behind her.
Ash spotted the man trying to break out into a mad dash for the door, and whirled his pistol around to fire on him. The first two shots missed, but the third found its way into the back of the man's knee, exploded outward, ripping his kneecap from his body. The fleeing mobster staggered and fell to his hands in knees, letting out a tortured yelp. Ash took careful aim, as the mobster tried to limp around the cowering strippers, only to trip and fall over one of them. Ash pulled the trigger, firing a well aimed round into the back of the fallen mans remaining knee, whose screams of agony were partially muffled by gritted teeth as he pressed his face tightly against the ground.
Ash took a step foreword towards the downed man, before a sudden hail of bullets exploded from the curtains of the last unchecked room. Ash blinked in surprise, as a bullet dig into the hard floor at his feet, before dashing backwards, through the curtained room, smacking his back against his sister. Alex shook herself from her daze, looking back over her shoulder at her brother, and away from her demented art piece.
Ash bolted through the entrance, strafing towards the curtained doorway, where the hail of bullets had torn through. He waited until he was aligned with the entryway to the curtained room, before firing in a horizontal line as he continued to strafe out of the line of fire. A guttural grunt, following a high pitched cry came from the room.
Alex stepped from the curtained room and began to move towards the last pocket of resistance, taking a position on one side of the curtain, as Ash pressed his shoulder against the other. Alex pulled the curtain back, and her brother quickly poked his head into the room. Ash barely avoided a bullet to the masked face, as he pulled his head back, as a torrent of gunfire exploded from the Russian made submachine gun in the mobster's hand. Ash waited for a pause in the gunfire, before reaching his gun arm through the opening, blind firing three more rounds into where he thought the gunman might be.
A loud, horrified scream emanated from behind the curtain before a figure dashed through it. Alex lowered the saw out in front of her. It was a half naked stripper who exploded from behind the curtain, gripping the gunshot wound in her arm. The teeth of the chainsaw slammed against her neck, but luckily for the stripper, Alex didnt press down the throttle, so the static teeth of the saw only scratched and pressed into her flesh.
The stripper stopped dead in her tracks with her throat against the saw. She looked towards Alex, her eyes wild with fear, as her body trembled like a leaf. Alex rolled her eyes in annoyance under the mask, before bringing the heavy chainsaw housing foreword, smashing it into the stripper's head. The stripper fell to the ground like a ton of bricks.
Ash ducked his head out towards the entrance and thrust his pistol into the small room in front of him. Before him, the mobster coughed, and gently pawed at a mortal wound to his abdomen. The arm that had been holding his gun hung limply against his side, the wound in his elbow making it to painful to move. Ash stepped further into the small room, keeping his gun arm outstretched, his pistol pointed right between the eyes of the mobster as he slowed his approach.
The mobster gently snarled his lips in grim defiance, as Ash grew closer and closer. Ash pressed his pistol against the man's forehead, pushing the back of his head against the wall behind him. He stared into the dying mobsters eyes, who only glared back stoically. "I will not beg." The mobster spat out with a final defiant sneer.
Ash hesitated, his finger had began to squeeze around the trigger, only to loosen at the sound of the man's final words. Ash took a step back, keeping his pistol raised. The mobster only stared back at him, uncertainty beginning to creep into his sneering face. Ash lowered his pistol, and stood in front of the mobster for several seconds, before turning around and exiting through the open curtain. The mobster's breathing quickened, as his eyes fearfully darted around the entrance to the room.
Outside the mobster's room, Ash took another step from the entrance, before turning to his sister. Alex revved the saw wildly, before barreling through the entrance to the small room. Ash smirked at the sound of the mobsters voice as he managed to utter the words "Nyet! Nyet!" before it was drowned out by his tortured cries.
The sound of a sudden groan caused Ash's head to turn. Just to his right, slumped up against the wall, he saw a mobster clutching his stomach, trying to keep the blood from draining from his wounds. Ash remembered the man, who he had gut shot earlier, the first he had shot in this room. He was no longer screaming, but mostly grunting and mumbling to himself, letting an occasional pained moan escape his lips.
Ash took a few slow, deliberate steps towards him, until he stood over the slumped gunman. The fallen gunman didnt notice as he first approached. The gun man's blurry eyes didnt seem to recognize the shapes in front of him, before looking up at the swan mask staring down at him. Ash watched as the man's eyes go from surprise to fear and then finally, despair. Ash kept his gun down at his side, his body motionless, his eyes unblinking, as he watched the dying man raise his hand up to shield his face.
"Wait." The mobster managed to croak out, in a hoarse voice, before Ash raised his gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through the mobster's thumb, separating it from his body, as the mass of hot lead continued its path, sinking itself through the mobster's cheek. Ash relished the sight, as the back of the man's head exploding outward, splattering against the wall behind him in a splash of blood and tiny bits of fleshy particles. He watched the mobster fall to the side, admiring how the back of his head smearing a red curved line against the wall behind him as he slid to his finale resting spot.
Ash tilted his gun to the side and glanced at the exposed barrel, as the action remained locked back in place. He was empty. He waited patiently for his sister to return from the curtained room. As she stepped from the room he moved to once again shadow her in her footsteps, taking a moment to glance back into the room Alex had exited. Ash blinked his eyes in surprise, she had hewed the man into so many pieces, it was brutal and over the top even by her standards.
He pressed his hand against Alex's shoulder pad before she could get any further. She stopped, allowing her brother to unzip the orange backpack, and replace his empty magazine with a fresh one. His thumb pressed the slide release, snapping the action foreword and chambering a round from the magazine. Alex continued walking, at the sound of her faithful guardian, Killer Swan Number 2, locked and loaded once again. They moved towards the hallway as one.
One body, one mind.