... he took my gun. Knocked over some candles, set the place on fire. I ran. Hid. Kept moving.
He had the fucking nerve to tell me he was sorry they killed Callus. That they'd use every part of him. He just... wouldn't shut up. He kept talking. I tried to rush him, but he was too strong, so I just... figured I'd sneak up on him. It took a few times.
He could've used the gun, but he didn't. Instead he pulled out this... machete. And we hunted each other. Finally, I got in a really good stab, and he started thrashing around, until I hit a counter. I think it knocked me out for a while.
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Date: 2014-07-09 05:25 am (UTC)He had the fucking nerve to tell me he was sorry they killed Callus. That they'd use every part of him. He just... wouldn't shut up. He kept talking. I tried to rush him, but he was too strong, so I just... figured I'd sneak up on him. It took a few times.
He could've used the gun, but he didn't. Instead he pulled out this... machete. And we hunted each other. Finally, I got in a really good stab, and he started thrashing around, until I hit a counter. I think it knocked me out for a while.
Woke up on the floor. Couldn't find my knife.