assassins in District 1 (open)
May 16, 2010 12:19:32 GMT -5
Post by Jasik on May 16, 2010 12:19:32 GMT -5
We dash through the sewers with bullets ricocheting all over the place as the assassins try to shoot us. I can tell they're gaining on us. It's no use trying to fight them when they have guns. We leap over the river of waste and sprint down a side tunnel. We're both getting tired. My foot catches on a large rock and I go sprawling. My ankle was twisted, and it hurts badly. I turn over onto my back and stare up in horror at one of the assassins, pointing his gun down at me. I manage to say, "You need me alive to lure my mother to you guys."
The assassin just laughs. "We don't actually need you alive. We just needed you in that cell so we could get footage of you in a cell, which we'll send as a threat. They won't know that you're already dead."
I let out a mangled yell in rage and land a well-placed kick between the legs. He doubles over and I scramble to my feet, then we're running again. I can hear gunshots again behind us and hear the assassins' yells, and this time a bullet hits my arm. The wound isn't deep, more of a burning scrape, but it hurts like hell. Luckily, it's my left arm, so for the most part it won't impede my fighting. We keep running until we see a ladder to the outside world. With a sigh of relief, we begin to climb, bullets missing by hairs. My ankle and arm definitely aren't helping me, but fear keeps me going. I push off the manhole and scramble outside -- just to be met by a circle of assassins, guns aimed at my head. "Juliana," I mutter, "stay in the sewer."
I look up as a break forms in the assassins, and the leader steps forward, grinning wickedly. "You've been causing us a lot of trouble, boy," he hisses through his teeth. "Finally, you won't get in the way of our assignment." He aims his gun at me and is about to pull the trigger when sirens wail just up the street. Startled, he looks up. Then he turns to an assassin, now cowering in fear. "I thought you blockaded the streets, dimwit!" he screeches angrily.
The assassin manages to say, "B-but I did, s-s-sir!" It's too late, though. The leader puts a bullet through his brain and turns back to me.
"I'd better make this quick," he says cruelly. He points his gun at me, but at that moment a barrage of bullets stream out from behind him. He ducks, but some of his assassins go down in spurts of blood. The survivors are too distracted with getting to cover to kill me, so I pull myself the rest of the way out of the manhole and turn around, still on my stomach, to help Juliana out. I can see the two assassins unconscious at the bottom of the ladder. Juliana's holding her pipe at the ready. I smile. She's more capable than I originally thought, and I knew she was a good fighter from the beginning. We in a half crouch, we run to take cover in an alley, trying to wait out the gunfight.
The assassin just laughs. "We don't actually need you alive. We just needed you in that cell so we could get footage of you in a cell, which we'll send as a threat. They won't know that you're already dead."
I let out a mangled yell in rage and land a well-placed kick between the legs. He doubles over and I scramble to my feet, then we're running again. I can hear gunshots again behind us and hear the assassins' yells, and this time a bullet hits my arm. The wound isn't deep, more of a burning scrape, but it hurts like hell. Luckily, it's my left arm, so for the most part it won't impede my fighting. We keep running until we see a ladder to the outside world. With a sigh of relief, we begin to climb, bullets missing by hairs. My ankle and arm definitely aren't helping me, but fear keeps me going. I push off the manhole and scramble outside -- just to be met by a circle of assassins, guns aimed at my head. "Juliana," I mutter, "stay in the sewer."
I look up as a break forms in the assassins, and the leader steps forward, grinning wickedly. "You've been causing us a lot of trouble, boy," he hisses through his teeth. "Finally, you won't get in the way of our assignment." He aims his gun at me and is about to pull the trigger when sirens wail just up the street. Startled, he looks up. Then he turns to an assassin, now cowering in fear. "I thought you blockaded the streets, dimwit!" he screeches angrily.
The assassin manages to say, "B-but I did, s-s-sir!" It's too late, though. The leader puts a bullet through his brain and turns back to me.
"I'd better make this quick," he says cruelly. He points his gun at me, but at that moment a barrage of bullets stream out from behind him. He ducks, but some of his assassins go down in spurts of blood. The survivors are too distracted with getting to cover to kill me, so I pull myself the rest of the way out of the manhole and turn around, still on my stomach, to help Juliana out. I can see the two assassins unconscious at the bottom of the ladder. Juliana's holding her pipe at the ready. I smile. She's more capable than I originally thought, and I knew she was a good fighter from the beginning. We in a half crouch, we run to take cover in an alley, trying to wait out the gunfight.
