(The river’s waters were calm. The morning sunlight reflected off the surface, giving the water a bright shimmer. Obadiah sat on the bank, staring across at the steel wall. He knew full well that on the other side, lines of guards had their weapons aimed at him through the holes in the wall, waiting for him to be foolhardy enough to attempt an escape.)
O: You think I’m afraid, don’t you. You’re so certain that sweet ol’ Obadiah is gonna crack under the pressure, tuck tail, and run.
(Gripping his Colt SAA, Obadiah stood up.)
O: Scared? Maybe. Anybody not afraid of death... ain’t human. But if you think I’m just going to curl up and let myself be killed, or that I’m going to lose my head and try to run, you’d best think again.
(Behind Obadiah, the sound of a gun hammer being cocked let out with a small click. Terry, eyes wide and lost, aimed his Glock19 at Obadiah’s back.)
O: My first test. Alright then...
(Whirling around, Obadiah raised his Colt.)
O: Come on!
*BANG!*
(Both guns fired in unison. Obadiah felt the Glock’s 9mm bullet zip past his ear. Terry stood unmoving as the .45 Long bullet flew between his legs and kicked up dirt as it slammed into the ground behind him.)
TS: Die! Die! Die! Die!
O: Murder is not my intention. My qualm is not with you. Stay your attack and join me. Together, we may be able to find a way out of this.
TS: Die! Die! DIIIIIE!
*BANG!*
(Terry fired again. Obadiah leaned his head to the side, avoiding the bullet.)
O: I see. That’s your answer, is it? Well then...
*BANG!* *GLINK!*
(Obadiah fired, his bullet piercing through Terry’s fingers and hitting the Glock, knocking it form his adversary’s hand. Terry screamed in pain as two of his fingers dropped to the ground.)
O: Get out of here, now. Otherwise...
(Growling, Terry reached for his Glock.)
*BANG!* *PRING!*
(Obadiah’s bullet hit the ground right in front of Terry’s hand and bounced up, sending dirt into Terry’s face.)
O: Move for that gun again, and the next one goes through your skull. Do not make me kill you. Please.
(Reaching into his pocket, Terry drew his switchblade. Obadiah shook his head and dropped the Colt, then grabbed his switchblade.)
O: Poor soul. One day and already you’ve been driven mad.
TS: DIE! DIE!
(Terry charged at Obadiah, swinging wildly with his switchblade. With smooth, calm movements, Obadiah easily dodged the assault and lashed out, cutting Terry across the back with his switchblade.)
O: You’ve left me no other option. I would have preferred this meeting end on a higher note.
TS: DIE!
(Terry charged again, swinging down at Obadiah. Obadiah stood calmly, quickly bringing his switchblade up and slicing into Terry’s hand. Obadiah quickly charged forward and rammed his shoulder into Terry’s midsection.)
*SPLOOOOSH!*
(Water sprang up as Terry crashed into the Hocking. Frantic and practically fingerless, he swam for the shore. Grabbing onto a sewage pipe, Terry looked up to see Obadiah standing over him, stun gun in hand.)
O: You’re in water and holding metal. Two plus two, anyone?
(Obadiah placed the stun gun on the pipe and quickly squeezed the trigger. The electricity whirred as it coursed through the pipe and into the half-submerged Terry. Smoke began to rise from his flailing body.)
O: You should thank me, you know. Now instead of living another day in your pathetic state, you can rest forever.
(Releasing the trigger, Obadiah watched as Terry’s lifeless body waded in the water, his few remaining fingers clenched in death around the pipe. Turning from the river, Obadiah looked at Terry’s Glock on the ground.)
Obadiah eliminated Terry with stun gun
Evolution
(Emily opened the door to Evolution and crept inside slowly. She heard music playing, so she knew someone was inside. Whether it was a friend or a foe, that was still in question.)
EM: (quietly) Okay, just breath in.... breath out...no need to be Michi the Killer already.
(Quickly stepping around the corner, she saw Peter sitting standing on the floor as Notorious B.I.G’s “Big Poppa” played through the speakers.)
PB: Well hello Emily. It sure is nice to see you.
(Peter sang along as the lyrics came out.)
PB: “I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa.”
EM: What the hell are you doing, Peter?
PB: You must be tired from all that walking. Could I... interest you in a foot massage?
(Emily stepped forward with her wakizashi, but Peter quickly raised a Glock, pointing it at her face.)
PB: Now now, don’t be so feisty. You wouldn’t want me to have to use my big gun on your face, now would you? Hahaha! Drop the blade.
(Grudgingly, Emily released the wakizashi.)
PB: Good. Hands behind your back, and sit down.
(As Emily sat down, Peter grabbed his rope and snapped it.)
PB: I hope you’re into bondage. And being shot in the heart, of course.
EM: I have a better idea, my little Petey Pie.
PB: Ooooh? And what might that be?
EM: Hmmhmmhmm... catch.
PB: Huh?
(Emily quickly rolled to the side, ducking behind the wall. Peter immediately charged after her and-)
*BREEEEEEEEEEEE!*
(Peter immediately stopped and covered his ears and shut his eyes, dropping to his knees in a disoriented state. From behind the wall, Emily opened her eyes and took her fingers out of her ears.)
EM: Flashbangs, you ass. A foot massage?! Get real! Massage THIS!
(Emily picked up her wakizashi and stabbed down into Peter’s ankle. Pushing the weapon forward, she cut his ankle halfway and pulled the wakizashi out.)
EM: Sick little freak! Die!
(As Peter screamed in pain, Emily seized the moment and plunged the blade down into his open mouth. Peter’s body convulsed as blood formed a puddle on the floor around his head.)
EM: “Big Poppa”... ha!
Emily eliminated Peter with wakizashi
South Green
(Leslie stared at the lifeless body of Jeff.)
LD: Who the hell did this?
(A quick shine caught her eye. Looking to her right, she saw a Colt SAA lying on the ground.)
LD: Ooooh, and what have we here?
Perkins Hall, 3rd Floor
(Molly held the switchblade to Eric’s neck.)
MB: You... you thought you had it all figured out, didn’t you. Didn’t you!!
EL: ....
MB: Answer me!
(Eric remained silent.)
MB: Caught my in the leg. It hurts like a bitch, lemme tell you. You fucked with the wrong woman, Eric. Anything you’d like to say before I send you on your way?
(Eric nodded his head.)
MB: Ha! Tough shit, cuz you die now!
(And at that moment, Molly’s vision blurred past her eyes. Pain filled her back as she flipped over onto the ground, her switchblade sent far out of her reach.)
MB: Damn you!
EL: .....
(Holding onto Molly’s wrist, Eric used his free hand to pull out his Sig Sauer and aim it straight at Molly’s head.)
*BANG!*
*BANG!*
*BANG!*
(Three shots, two the chest and one the head. Eric gritted his teeth in a maniacal smile.)
Eric eliminated Molly with Sig Sauer
Alden Library
(Tom stared down at the bloody remains of Jeremy.)
TL: Son of a bitch... someone got to you before I could.
(On the ground, Tom noticed a pair of brass knuckles.)
TL: What’s this? Hmmm... no blood on them. They weren’t yours.
Ping Center
*BANG!*
(One gunshot. A long silence afterward.)
(A deep breath. Fear and confusion all too apparent.)
(Sweat ran from Hartsel’s brow. The smoke rising from the barrel of his Colt told no lies.)
(At his feet? Ilya Kogan.)
CH: Shouldn’t have... shouldn’t have jumped out like that! Scared me to death! An accident! Just an accident!
Hartsel eliminated Ilya with Colt SAA
First United Methodist Church
(Jee and Fullhart scanned the area above them. They’d been hiding out on the first floor and were certain someone - or something - was on the second floor.)
JH: Dude, are you certain nobody followed you?
MF: As sure as I can be.
JH: Go check it out.
MF: What? No way, YOU go check it out!
JH: Dude what the fuck?! If somebody did follow you, it’s your responsibility to deal with it!
(Fullhart sighed.)
MF: Alright, alright. Just wait here, OK?
(Taking off the safety on his Glock, Fullhart made his way towards the stairs. If it weren’t evening, he’d be able to see better. The only light source he had was his giant green toy lightsaber. He’d sooner wear a neon “Shoot Me!” sign than turn that thing on.)
MF: Please let no one be here. Please let no one be here.
(Fullhart reached the top of the stairs. With his hands tightened on the gun, he took forward and looked toward the middle of the second floor, which overlooked the-)
*SKREET!*
*BOOOOOOOOOM!*
(The explosion sent a wave of cold, paralyzing fear through Fullhart’s body. Fire burned the splintered pews and destroyed hymnals, putting some light in the room.)
MF: Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!
(As he looked out, he saw the outline of somebody holding something far bigger than handgun. It looked like an assault rifle, with a grenade attachment. Peering towards the first floor, Fullhart saw Jee’s obliterated body which had been blown in half at the stomach.)
B: Hahahaha! Poor boy, he had soooo much to live for too!
(Bobo slipped the strap of his M16 over his shoulder. Fullhart held his breath. If he kept perfectly still, Bobo... wouldn’t... notice...)
*Tickt*
(Fullhart’s eyes widened as he saw his toy lightsaber fall from his belt to the floor. He looked back out towards Bobo, who stood perfectly still.)
B: Oooh, another playmate. Come on out, now.
(The moonlight shined off the kodachi blades as Bobo pulled them out.)
B: I promise to play nice!
(Fullhart held still. He could hear Bobo’s footsteps get closer and closer.)
B: Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a dead sonofabitch!
*thump*
*thump*
*thump*
(Bobo’s footsteps got closer and closer. Fullhart could feel the last seconds of his life slipping away.)
B: Aww, don’t wanna play with me? Guess I’ll just have to cut your head off then!
MF: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
(Fullhart jumped out from behind the corner and fired. Bobo was driven back as the bullets tore into his body.)
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
(Bobo fell against the rail. Fullhart continued to pull the trigger, seemingly unaware that the bullets had stopped.)
MF: Yeah... yeah... yeah, that’s right! Take that! Game over for you, Bobo! GAME OVER! Game....
(Bobo’s head slowly lifted up and stared at Fullhart.)
MF: Over?
B: Mmmm... ooww, that kinda hurt. Aaahhh, I might need a Band-Aid for these.
MF: No fuckin’ way... you should be dead!
B: Well we ARE in church. Perhaps you’ve met Jesus.
(Bobo slowly moved his legs in and began to stand up.)
MF: Oh man... stay down, dammit!
(Fullhart charged at Bobo and lashed out, pistol whipping Bobo right across the face. Bobo stumbled backward and lost his balance, toppling down to the floor below. Fullhart fell down to a seated position breathing heavily.)
MF: Man alive... that bastard killed Jee. He’s gone completely insane!
(Gathering himself together, Fullhart headed back downstairs. At the base of the stairs, he noticed the church’s front door was open. As he scanned the floor, he noticed a giant stain of blood where Bobo had fallen.)
(Blood stain? Yes. Bobo? No. Vanished.)
MF: So he got away... what the hell happened to him? Nobody could eat that many bullets and still be alive, much less stand up.
