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The Christmas Time Massacre (Part 15) |
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King of Contradiction= King
azn migration= Migration
only_me_myself_and_i= iMyself
GR33N_L1NK= Link
Major Party= Party
SheepShot41= Sheep
EMO ME PINK= Pink
Ace 442= Ace
A echo of a loud gunshot was heard as the shadowy figure pulled the trigger of the shotgun. Party acted fast and kicked the arm of the shadowy figure, displacing the elbow.
"Aaaaagh! My f- elbow!" The figure cursed as he rolled from side to side clutching it, he snickered out loud and cursed, a loud crack could be heard as he put the elbow back into place. King twitched and groaned, and so did the others.
"Ahehehehehe!" Scar popped out of the bushes, arms flailing with the good ol' machete on his right hand. He swung it at Party's head, but King swung his arm in the way, a slice could be heard as the machete dug into his skin. Scar cackled and roughly pulled it out. King held his arm and became defenseless. As Scar dove toward King, he flew backwards as iMyself stood right beside King, clutching a shotgun at her hands. She slightly staggered back from the force of the shot. Scar wriggled and still cackled for the hell of it, Party later grabbed the knife from King's pockets and stabbed him right in the bottom area of the belly, but gruesomely dragged it up, across his whole stomach. Intestines could be seen as she pulled it out, blood was splattered on her face, but she spit the blood from her mouth and wiped it out.
"Fools! I'm not done with you yet!" The figure rammed iMyself as hard as he can, he grabbed the shotgun the second it flew out from her hands. He pointed at King and this time didn't monologue. He pulled the trigger and blew King right in the chest. King's legs shot up and King squirmed from the pain.
"Aaagh! Oh god! Oh god! H-help!" King held his stomach, rolling around, his life fading away every second. The pain became worse throughout.
"No! King! No!" Party screamed and was blinded by anger, she threw the figure onto the ground, slashing away at his face, neck, arm, and everything else at the upper body. The disturbing yell of the figure was unforgettable. IMyself covered her ears and went into fetal position. A few minutes later, the figure was dead.
"K-king?" iMyself asked, tears crawling down her face as she crawled toward him. She coughed and cried, covering her mouth and looking at the pale face of King.
"I-iMyself...P-party..." The distorted voice of King was getting quiet by the second. He put on a weak smile as he gasped for air. He reached down his pocket, and put something in iMyself's hand. "S-show it to Party...h-he..." King's voice faded away as his head dropped lifeless, iMyself closed his eyes for him, she wiped her eyes and looked at Party, who was watching everything, she fell to her knees and wiped her eyes, tears drizzled down, it was impossible for them to cry when they saw what King had gave them.
"I can't b-believe it...we're finally done with this whole situation...we've r-risked many lives....but we're done..." Party weakly said, her tears were making her stutter. The item that King gave to them was a picture of the whole gang, all packed up and smiling, bags packed. It reminded them of all the good times they had...the good times gone...Migration held two packs of sushi in his hands, he was laughing and pointing at Link. Link was struggling on fixing his hair, he was also laughing. Sheep was sitting on a couch, watching the television, smiling, hearing what's happening. Party and Pink were grinning at each other, holding out new dresses they got from the mall. King and iMyself were pointing at each other laughing at the new glasses they got, one was either too big or had a funky design on it. This picture was one that would be placed in their memories, just like the lives of their friends.
"So we're done now aren't we...all w-we need t-to do is fine a way out of this crap." iMyself stood up and clutched the picture, she placed it in her pocket and smiled at Party. "I won't lose this picture, not now, not ever." When they were about to walk, Party grabbed iMyself's arm, she held her back. She motioned her to be silent as she looked around. Her other fear soon came true, she shook her head and panted.
"No...we're not done yet..." Party said as many loud cackles could be heard throughout the forest....
THE END...
Writer's Note:
This story isn't done yet, I mean, this story is done, but in a point of view from a character, not yours. Just wait, The Christmas Time Massacre will go up the Part 16 (YAY!). Just wait and see and you'll get what I mean. THE story is done, but THIS story isn't. Get it question
 Humble Follower · Wed Dec 19, 2007 @ 07:46am · 0 Comments |
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