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Chapter 2: Hell's Gift
Some language is said within this chapter
Tourists and citizens alike, could hear the shots, rapid in succession as they fired toward their intended target. A normal person, upon hearing shots, would move their *** already, away from the inevitable crime scene. And that's exactly what they did.
Scrambling like monkeys, the men and women, in human nature took the free moment to shelter themselves in case their shooter, returned to the scene. Those that got a glimpse of the actual attack, for a brief moment saw the unidentifiable shooter, slam several bullets into the preferred target, therefore crashing him onto the cement. Hollers of bloody pain could be heard from the struck victim, bullets impacting his internal organs, causing a bloody mess along the sidewalk.
Those that didn't scramble away, took a real quick note at the bloody male in front of their own eyes. Olivine didn't have the most decent medical population, but at least it's residents knew some logic in when somebody has been seriously damaged, YOU HELP if possible. So the remaining rushed toward the damaged victim, still hollering in pain.
His chest coated in blood, from the multitude of bullet holes, smashed straight into his chest, like a full-force freight train. Wounds in his internal organs, those that keep the body functioning, shutting off due to the internal damage which was a nightmare to control. The perfect, functioning system, wrecked without a way to repair itself from this degree of injury.
CALL THE ****ING PARAMEDICS
WHERE THE **** IS THE DOCTOR
Why must obvious vacations end in such a tragic fashion.
OH MY ****ING GOD
Just glad it wasn't me over there.
Some bizarre freak.
However you put it, in a crisis such as this, different emotions and words blurb out at the wrong time. Some residents and tourists alike, who remained there out of curiosity had either dialed for immediate help, or continued on their merry way. Others without any knowledge of medical care, just silently prayed for any chance of this stranger's survival.
Finally when all hope was lost, the familiar sounds of Police and Ambulance sirens, lighted the minds of those around the scene.....excluding the still in pain victim.
Although it was not a decent part on a First Responder to crash into other cars, while racing toward the scene, the fact that cars were stuck on the road, due to their occupants being curious, did not help the problem.
Even though the paramedics were equipped and ready to respond, the sad truth was, that the victim was soaked in blood, and had basically shut down....dead. Still they were somewhat prepared to respond to this savage act.
Unknowing that they would become victim's themselves.
Drew was not in the best setting of moods right now, too many memories, based on events that nobody should experience, let alone a child. He felt bad, for not starting a proper conversation with May, one of his best friends, due to these flashbacks. And now the familiar sound of a bullet being shot out of the barrel of a gun, Drew could not know what to think.
Max, having never heard a gunshot, took the natural response quite well for a child...leaping onto the bed, and crashing into May, who proceeded on doing a domino effect, crashing into Drew's back with her head. Obviously scared, May used Drew for her support pillar.
“Pretty scared, aren't you. Don't worry, I can see why, and I respect that.” Drew did not know how to really react to situations like this, having almost gone through them before.....he cringed at those thoughts, not wanting him to become distracted from the current issue at hand.
May, recovering from the head crashing action into Drew's spine, was terrified, as most like her would be in this scenario. She noticed Drew spacing out again, Max hunched up behind her, under the blankets.....she didn't really know what action she would take. She felt a hand, sneak up on her, immediately knowing it was Drew.
“Hey.....what might have happened?” May slowly asked him. She knew that he had experienced some sort of reaction to the sound of the gunshot, something was really troubling him, and she didn't want to get into anything personal.
“Look. Somebody is either in hellish pain at this moment, or somebody's life has been severed from our society. Neither of those options would be prefered by people like us,.....just tragic.”
Drew slowly rose from the bed, wondering why the hotel security hadn't warned them of the possible threat to the occupants here. He turned to the glass window, saw nothing that would explain the inference that he assumed has happened. Then again, they weren't facing a decent angle here.
CRASH, CRASH, CRASH!
The repeated bangs of something pushing against the air vent, ceased as the bars were shot into the hallway, and the executioner would follow suit.
Having just heard a gunshot, a crash was not prefered to follow suit....espicially when this sound was so close. So the Maple children both crashed into their support pillar, also known as Drew. Which left the three sprawled out on the floor.
Both May and Max cringed at that sound, it came from a pokemon that they wouldn't choose to meet.
Now standing, the three, in a curious position, proceeded to open the door, and set their eyes on the apparent Jiggly. It was a sphere like pokemon, pink, green shaded eyes, tiny stubby arms, with a tuft of pink hair.
“Jigglypuff. Jig gly ly puff, Jig gly ly puff, Jig gly ly puff” What would many call a soothing melody from the round balloon pokemon, was just calm and sweet, as Max crashed to the ground, asleep. May following suit, and Drew's head landing on May's butt. Due to the effect of a sing attack, all three will be in for a deep sleep.
Jigglypuff was never impressed with the sleep reaction to her song, and noticing the open door, as well the intriguing BANG, the pink ball of fluff, shattered the glass by a simple kick, and floated outside.
Paramedics where immediately accompanied, by law enforcement, who took charge of seeking out the shooter and the murderer.
That same Law Enforcement, quickly heard yet another shot coming from the east end, only rapid in succession, as they leaped into each other to avoid becoming victims.
To probably avoid recovering any useful evidence at the scene, the shooter stayed in that position the entire time, knowing authorities would arrive, and get some early shots. So the shots continued in rapid succession, aiming at cars, Street Signs and any bystanders, who crossed the shooter's path.
To add to the frustration, an unknown blue car came into the intersection, at the high rate of speed, heading straight for the victim's body. Shots were fired at the rear windows, causing control to loosen, and the car to slam into more innocent bystanders. Those same shooters, were caught off guard by the killer, who saw this as a free opportunity to gain another advantage, by shooting them dead.
Basically, shots were being fired from each end of the street, both citizens and tourists getting caught in the crossfire, not expecting this on their vacation. Pools of blood were forming from each end, lives broken and shattered from the bullet impacts. The officers, going down like sheets in a hailstorm, clearly losing the fight against one lone sniper.
As minutes passed by, either the effected had fled the bloodfield, or was caught in the savage crossfire. The original target in this homicide, layed on the granite sidewalk, bloody and destroyed. He had a bizarre purple hair design, with clothes that strangely matched a Cacturne, even going as far to put the forest green spikes on his arms.
Still vastly asleep in her own world, May has drifted off into what one would call a nightmare.
Black chemical, being drowned on the test subjects
Screeching in pain, the victims had no utter hope in their situation.
Purple liquid draining onto a strange board
Forming around the lines of the board, taking a bizarre shape
The shape glowing, text forms on the same board
The text, in a unidentifiable language, occupying the space on the board.
A small child watches, with no emotion from what he's witnessed, he knows his time has come
The time of death, rebirth and.........