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Silent Skin Slit Pt. 2
Posted By: Silent Death Sorrow
Date: 10 November 2003, 10:44 PM
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666 gripped the bloody bat, sweat pouring down his face. He spit on the tech he just bludgeoned, and stepped over him. He then walked over to the door, dropping the bat in the process. He stepped in front of the door, gripped the handle, and threw it open exposing over 200 men armed with Assault Rifles, and Human Pistols. He also noticed 8 Warthogs, and 2 Scorpions. He backed up into the building, and slammed the door shut, staring in awe at the odds of him surviving. He searched the room for a weapon, and remembered the bat. He walked over to it, and grabbed it; it was his only chance. He walked back to the door, and remembered his vest. He opened the door, and stood there. "What if I get shot in the face," he said to himself. He just shrugged, and thought he himself led a good life. He ran at the men, and closed his eyes. "This is going to hurt like shit!" The men all raised their weapons, and fired shell after shell at 666. Bullets flew, and punctured the vest, but didn't pierce the vest. He flew back a foot or two as hundreds of bullets slammed against his torso. He lay there as 50 of the men walked up to him, checking him for a pulse. They loaded him into an ambulance, after finding that he did have a pulse, and discovered the vest. They drove away into the dark, and cold night.
666 sat up, and noticed multiple IV in his arms. He ripped them out, wincing. He then stood up, and walked out of the room. A doctor walked by, and he grabbed him by the neck, pulling him back into the room. He grabbed a syringe full of morphine, and plunged it into the man's heart, almost killing him instantly. He ripped off his uniform, and put it on. He grabbed a scalpel as a weapon, and walked out of the room, closing the door, and concealing the crime. He walked fast to hurry and get out of the place. A doctor walked by, and noticed 666's face. As he was about to scream, 666 grabbed his balls, and squeezed them. He then snapped his neck and hid him. He finally came up to the front desk, but as he was walking out one of the secretaries told him that he couldn't leave yet. He didn't listen, and sprinted out into the road. He spotted the nearest car, and stepped in front of it. The car screeched to a halt, and the man stepped out screaming. "Oh, you're going to get what you deserve!" The man looked puzzled. 666 then jumped upon him, attacking him with the scalpel, and cutting him ear to ear. He hopped into the vehicle, a Ford Pinto, and drove off.
666 heard police sirens, and hoped to God it wasn't for him. A police cruiser suddenly pulled in front of him, and stopped. The officer stepped out of the car, and so did 666. He walked over to the cop, and asked what the matter was. The cop answered by pulling his weapon out. 666 responded by plunging the scalpel into the officer's stomach. The officer fired once, hitting 666's shoulder, "Awwww, shit that hurt!" He pulled the scalpel out of the officer, and pierced him 6 more times, leaving the cop a bloody mess. He ran to the cruiser, and could her more sirens losing distance to him. He flipped the door open, and jumped in, starting the ignition. He squashed the pedal with his foot, and blazed away leaving black rubber marks all over the streets, and sidewalks.
As he drove, he turned the radio on. The song, "Sympathy for the Devil," by the Rolling Stones was exploding from the speakers. He smiled, and pressed harder on the pedal. He neared a meatpacking plant, and decided to stop there. He drove up to a dirty, mangled trailer. He opened the door without knocking, and came to find no one was there. He searched the place for any weapons, and found a double-barreled shotgun with 7 shells, not counting the two that were in the gun already. He stole it, and a 6-pack of beer. As he walked out to his car, he heard the sirens right next to the trailer, and turned around. There was nothing there, but he heard a sudden burst of laughter. He turned back around, and the shotgun he stole was pointed right at his nose, and almost touching it. He tried to back up, but felt someone behind him. The man in front of him was a total hillbilly redneck, and 666 accidentally started to laugh. The man pressed harder on the trigger, and 666 stopped.
"What were you doin' in our house, rump ranger?" 666 didn't answer, but he didn't like being called rump ranger. He smiled, and kicked the man in his balls, grabbing the gun also. He stuck the barrels into the man's chest, and fired once, nearly blowing him in two. He turned around, put the shotgun to the man's chin, and fired once more blowing the man's head clean off. Blood was covering the grass like dew, and covering 666 like dirt. He reloaded the weapon, and walked back to his car. He then felt like he was being watched again, and turned back around. A M6D Pistol was now pointed at him from a distance, by a cop.
"Freeze, you scumbag or I won't hesitate to shoot your balls off and let you bleed to death. Do you realize that those two men you just killed were under cover officers? You're going to get life for that, you son-of-a-bitch! Now drop your weapon." 666 dropped the shotgun, and held his hands up. He wondered why there would only be one back up, and then the bushes moved, and 3 more stepped out into view armed with Assault Rifles. He just had to open his mouth. He started to kneel down, and accidentally landed on the shotgun, making it misfire, and shoot the first officer in the head. The cop fell fast, and 666 realized this was his chance; he lifted his shotgun, and aimed as fast as he could and as accurately as he could. He moved over his target, and fired. Two of the three officers flew for 2 seconds. He ran behind his car, and grabbed the shells from his pocket. He loaded two more shells into the barrel, and stood up. He felt a bullet graze his left ear, and went back down. He screamed, and built up his anger. He stood up again, and was hit in the abdomen, but not by the fourth officer. He sat down again behind the car, and looked for a fifth man the best he could. He noticed the man holding a Sniper Rifle, and stared in awe as the gun was aimed at him. He then felt a sharp pain in his head, and passed out.
The cop finally stopped hitting 666 with a rock. He noticed that he passed out, and threw it down. He dragged 666 into a cruiser, and drove him to the meatpacking plant that 666 planned to go to later. He dragged him in, and told the sniper to go right, but as he started walking the man pulled out his Pistol and fired three times into the man's head. The sniper fell, and blood gushed out of the head wound. He dragged 666 into a meat locker, and pointed his gun at him. He laughed, but then felt a bullet go clean through his head. The sniper was still alive, hardly, but still alive and killed the man. He then died, and the gun fell and fired again, shooting 666's bondage cuffs off of his legs. He then got up, and ran out of the meat locker. He got into the cruiser, and luckily the keys were in the ignition. He started the car, and drove off smiling.
To Be Continued…
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