Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
02-11-2010, 08:00 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
Zeke stumbled back and fell over. He lay on the bloodied carpet staring at the contant changing expanse above him. "Take...that...you...son of...a bitch." He glanced at a nearby smashed slot machine, His gauntlets gleamed in the light. With much effort, Zeke picked his body up and weakly stumbled across to them. Putting them on slowly and painfully. He coughed up some blood, he was so weak now, he pushed his bosy and mind above the limit and now he was paying for it.
He stumbled across the broken casino, looking for something, anything to save him. He found Whit, pointing a pistol at his head.
"I suppose a congratulations is in order. Could a sworn you'd be the one to go. Hell I figured you'd be gone by round 2, you've certainly exeeded my expectations!"
Zeke coughed as he stumbled to his knees, bringing his head up slowly "Your point?"
"Well Im going to win. Which means by extention you will die eventually. Its your destiny, I just figured you wouldn't dodge it this much. Heh, get it? Dodge? Ninja?" Whit waited for a response that would never come, he continued "Well im babbling now. It'll be interesting to see what happens when two people die here. Nice knowing you Zeke!" Whit filled with a fake joy.
"You know nothing of me. Or anyone. That shall be your downfall."
A bullet flew past Whit's face, catching his distraction, it was enough for Zeke to move a tiny bit to the left and Whit's bullet to miss. More bullets came flying by, forcing Whit to retreat. A Blackjack dealer held a smoking sub-machine gun. "Now now, can't kill him just yet!" The dealer ran towards Zeke, who was laying on the floor. "You ok?"
Zeke's breathing was eratic. "What...d-do you t-think?"
The dealer looked round, as if searching for something, his gaze fixed on a camera, which stared right back. "God...she said no more healing..." The dealer began draggin Zeke towards a table. "But your so close to death the next round wouldn't last a minute! I gotta give my creation a fighting chance!"
"C...creation?"
Zeke now sat next to a table, a helmet of some kind was placedn on his head, the Dealer did the same. He pushed a couple of buttons and some numbers flashed up on the interface. "This might feel a little weird."
With the push of a button, Zeke's metre went from 7% to 100%. His eyes widened as he practically shot up, standing straight. He felt amazing, like he had been revitalised fully. He saw his metre slowly dropping due to his various wounds. "Who are you?"
"Heh. Lets just say i'm your number one fan!"
Zeke stumbled back and fell over. He lay on the bloodied carpet staring at the contant changing expanse above him. "Take...that...you...son of...a bitch." He glanced at a nearby smashed slot machine, His gauntlets gleamed in the light. With much effort, Zeke picked his body up and weakly stumbled across to them. Putting them on slowly and painfully. He coughed up some blood, he was so weak now, he pushed his bosy and mind above the limit and now he was paying for it.
He stumbled across the broken casino, looking for something, anything to save him. He found Whit, pointing a pistol at his head.
"I suppose a congratulations is in order. Could a sworn you'd be the one to go. Hell I figured you'd be gone by round 2, you've certainly exeeded my expectations!"
Zeke coughed as he stumbled to his knees, bringing his head up slowly "Your point?"
"Well Im going to win. Which means by extention you will die eventually. Its your destiny, I just figured you wouldn't dodge it this much. Heh, get it? Dodge? Ninja?" Whit waited for a response that would never come, he continued "Well im babbling now. It'll be interesting to see what happens when two people die here. Nice knowing you Zeke!" Whit filled with a fake joy.
"You know nothing of me. Or anyone. That shall be your downfall."
A bullet flew past Whit's face, catching his distraction, it was enough for Zeke to move a tiny bit to the left and Whit's bullet to miss. More bullets came flying by, forcing Whit to retreat. A Blackjack dealer held a smoking sub-machine gun. "Now now, can't kill him just yet!" The dealer ran towards Zeke, who was laying on the floor. "You ok?"
Zeke's breathing was eratic. "What...d-do you t-think?"
The dealer looked round, as if searching for something, his gaze fixed on a camera, which stared right back. "God...she said no more healing..." The dealer began draggin Zeke towards a table. "But your so close to death the next round wouldn't last a minute! I gotta give my creation a fighting chance!"
"C...creation?"
Zeke now sat next to a table, a helmet of some kind was placedn on his head, the Dealer did the same. He pushed a couple of buttons and some numbers flashed up on the interface. "This might feel a little weird."
With the push of a button, Zeke's metre went from 7% to 100%. His eyes widened as he practically shot up, standing straight. He felt amazing, like he had been revitalised fully. He saw his metre slowly dropping due to his various wounds. "Who are you?"
"Heh. Lets just say i'm your number one fan!"