It was an entertaining sight unfolding before my eyes. General rampage had consumed this once lavish restaurant, a talk between friends had turned into a sword fight, and a sword fight had turned into a gun fight. Now the gunfight has become a strange free-for-all. I lay deathly still with a gun pointed at me whilst DW shakily aimed his oversized pistol at White. White’s aim quickly switched to DW, and the two stared off. For a moment, it seemed like an interesting match. But then I remembered that one of the was a trained killer and the other was a bit of a pussy.
Still interesting, though. I looked down in my hand and realized I was still holding Zeke’s trusty old cutlass. Then I noticed that White’s attention was away from me at the moment. Must have forgotten I was a threat. I watched carefully as the two stared off for seconds, then I slowly lifted the cutlass. The countdown began, 1, 2…. 3! I flung the cutlass at a wicked speed and followed after it. The blade slammed handle-first into White’s gun hand, causing him to shout in pain and drop his heavy handgun. Before he could react further, I was on top of him. Time for a little pay back. I unleashed on White, letting him feel all the frustrations that had built up over the past few days. Kicks, elbows, fists, knees, all onto his downed body. I screamed and hollered as I thrust my foot into his ribs, my knee into his jaw. He was helpless for a while until a jolt of ungodly pain cringed up into my shoulder.
I had been shot. I didn’t know how many times, but enough for me to stop attacking, and for White to kick me in the stomach. I flew back onto my ass once again and coughed hard, grabbing at my shoulder. Two red spots stained my jacket… my favorite jacket. White was busy scattering for his gun, but a thundering shot from DW’s Israeli masterpiece stopped that. I looked behind me to see Retribution holding the smoking gun. He walked in with a smooth confidence in each step. Zeke wasn’t in sight, and I could only think the worst had happened to her. Now it was my turn…. Lucky me. He aimed his APS squarely at me. Then looked up to DW.
“Step off, big guy. Or your friend here’s a grey spot.” he spoke with a reassured arrogance. I couldn’t stand it, but he made you believe it. DW, still in a great panic, switched his gun around and aimed at Retribution who immediately turned his piece on DW. White grabbed up his gun and aimed at him also.
“What are ya gonna do now, tough guy!?” White screamed in a shaky voice. DW’s eyes widened at Retribution and for a moment, everybody watched him. I was about to react myself before I noticed just what DW was staring at. White’s glance averted towards Retribution as well and soon enough, all eyes were on him.
“What the hell you all lookin’ a-“ his voice was cut off by a chrome blade sliding off the side of his neck and settling over his throat.
“I ain’t done yet, ya cocker…” said a shivering British woman. Zeke stood behind him with her sword pressed against his throat. Her clothes had been torn to shreds from bullets, blood drenches her clothes visibly, and despite the red she wore. She was injured badly, but she just kept ticking. “So… what’s it gonna be?” she asked teasingly, pressing her blade closer to his throat drawing a trickle of blood.
Everybody was silent for a moment. The scene was like something out of a Quentin Tarantino flick. This formerly beautiful restaurant, now a shell of it’s former self. Shell casings and blood everywhere, four trained killers and a gun dealer, facing off. You could cut the tension in the air with a butter knife. Hands shook, sweat beaded, and no one breathed.
Suddenly, police sirens could be heard right outside the door. The sounds of cocking guns and code-talk could be heard. The cops were here….
