Re: My Precious [Tytonidae]
Posted: 17 Aug 2015, 16:45
Every was gone and now it was just Nishaa. Was she going to tome away too? Probably, he thought. Then she happened to just glance up and spotted him as he was chilling there, just watching. He even wiggled his fingers at her as some sort of ‘Hey, wussup?’ gesture and before he knew she had thrown Every’s knife at him. He made no move to avoid, it was just a knife, and the more your foes underestimated you, the better chance you had at surprising them. Her evil deed done, the woman was just gone, off to the ground floor it seemed. His eyes lingering at the blade, stuck in his shoulder before slowly yanking it out and crouched down to strap it to his ankle; another addition to his collection.
Niklaus had watched both women descend that elevator shaft; he could have imitated them and slowly worked his way down but… Nahh. Where was the fun in that? He already knew how he was going to make it down, Niklaus style. He made his way back to the shops, hopping over the trapped tiles as he went to retrieve the bodies of the dead shopkeepers; Bob and headless Bob. They didn’t wear name tags so he was going to call them what he felt like, they looked like Bobs. Dragging both cadavers to the entrance of the elevator shaft with a sick grin upon his face. “Here we go”, he mumbled to himself.
One hand gripped the neck of Bob tightly while the other held upon the shirt of headless Bob, digging his claws into the flesh of the decomposing body for a much better grip before he simply jumped down the elevator shaft. The bodies were going to absorb the shock, right? The Kevlar vest he had one would take some of it too, that made sense. But what he didn’t realize was that it was 300 plus pounds falling down freely on a wrecked elevator, and add to that the weights of the two Bobs, that was DEFINITELY not going to be pretty. It was just like base jumping, minus the parachute. The Killer and his two friends crashed right into the wrecked elevator box, the violent collision causing them to literally break through the steel top and end up inside the elevator. “It…worked!” he thought. Not really, but close. He was bloodied up, bruises and cuts all over his face and arms as he growled and crawled back to his feet. His two friends served their purpose, they did break his fall, after all – even if both Bobs were headless now. Their arms and legs contorted in strange angles, guts spilling out, piece of metal sticking out of them here and there but they were still more or less in one or a few pieces and he still needed his friends, the Bobs.
He used a piece of mirror he found inside the elevator to check himself for other injuries, it was common for him to not feel pain in some extremities and he was right; a piece of metal was lodged deep into the side of his neck. The hell?! Piece of metal that he effectively yanked right out and zombie constituted the wound, luckily his backpack and for some fucked up reason, Bob’s severed forearm made it out of the fall intact, how even?! Electricity crackled as he gripped at either sides of the busted elevator door, letting out some kind of demonic growl (what the ****?! ) while parting the doors open. No big deal, this is why he trained, to open elevator doors and ****, right? “Hello, ground floor. I hear you are trapped as ****”, he hissed, he had been talking to himself and inanimate objects for a while now, dragging what remained of the Bobs along before starting to slide them one after another across the floor to trigger the traps. The plan worked perfectly, the mauled bodies triggering the remaining traps, even leaving a trail of red across the floor. See? He was smart, follow the red trail, Niklaus. Gun in one hand, sword in another he started looking for Every and Nishaa. It was time to cut him some bitches.
Niklaus had watched both women descend that elevator shaft; he could have imitated them and slowly worked his way down but… Nahh. Where was the fun in that? He already knew how he was going to make it down, Niklaus style. He made his way back to the shops, hopping over the trapped tiles as he went to retrieve the bodies of the dead shopkeepers; Bob and headless Bob. They didn’t wear name tags so he was going to call them what he felt like, they looked like Bobs. Dragging both cadavers to the entrance of the elevator shaft with a sick grin upon his face. “Here we go”, he mumbled to himself.
One hand gripped the neck of Bob tightly while the other held upon the shirt of headless Bob, digging his claws into the flesh of the decomposing body for a much better grip before he simply jumped down the elevator shaft. The bodies were going to absorb the shock, right? The Kevlar vest he had one would take some of it too, that made sense. But what he didn’t realize was that it was 300 plus pounds falling down freely on a wrecked elevator, and add to that the weights of the two Bobs, that was DEFINITELY not going to be pretty. It was just like base jumping, minus the parachute. The Killer and his two friends crashed right into the wrecked elevator box, the violent collision causing them to literally break through the steel top and end up inside the elevator. “It…worked!” he thought. Not really, but close. He was bloodied up, bruises and cuts all over his face and arms as he growled and crawled back to his feet. His two friends served their purpose, they did break his fall, after all – even if both Bobs were headless now. Their arms and legs contorted in strange angles, guts spilling out, piece of metal sticking out of them here and there but they were still more or less in one or a few pieces and he still needed his friends, the Bobs.
He used a piece of mirror he found inside the elevator to check himself for other injuries, it was common for him to not feel pain in some extremities and he was right; a piece of metal was lodged deep into the side of his neck. The hell?! Piece of metal that he effectively yanked right out and zombie constituted the wound, luckily his backpack and for some fucked up reason, Bob’s severed forearm made it out of the fall intact, how even?! Electricity crackled as he gripped at either sides of the busted elevator door, letting out some kind of demonic growl (what the ****?! ) while parting the doors open. No big deal, this is why he trained, to open elevator doors and ****, right? “Hello, ground floor. I hear you are trapped as ****”, he hissed, he had been talking to himself and inanimate objects for a while now, dragging what remained of the Bobs along before starting to slide them one after another across the floor to trigger the traps. The plan worked perfectly, the mauled bodies triggering the remaining traps, even leaving a trail of red across the floor. See? He was smart, follow the red trail, Niklaus. Gun in one hand, sword in another he started looking for Every and Nishaa. It was time to cut him some bitches.