Socialist Macronesia wrote:Western Fardelshufflestein wrote:Wilhelm caught the gas mask Ross tossed him and slipped it over his head.
If this man wants to kill us, fine. Let him face the consequences on the world stage. He backed up as a strange man stumbled into the corridor and subsequently collapsed, but his eyes were alight with wrath, and he was on the verge of assaulting this freak.
"I'm jealous, now, aren't I? Because you...run around blowing s#%& up?" He raised his eyebrows. "Fine, then. Shoot me. Put a bullet through my stomach. See if I care. And you think I have a position of power in ze government? Hilarious." Ross could not get to him without first shooting one of Wilhelm's guards, which put both him and them on edge. "'Tis funny that you think being a man constitutes being violent." His voice was calm not. Dangerously calm. "I bet thou plan'st to shoot me, because that's much simpler than actually facing thy problems."
He dropped down and shot the guard square in the sternum.
Standing up, he pointed the gun square at Wilhelm's jaw.
He moved toward him like the Grim Reaper coming to take away a soul. Not fast, not slow, just a gentle float, almost.
Wilhelm tried to detect a hint of emotion in Ross's eyes, but there was none. Just business. Ross was not joking about shooting him.
Damn.
He positioned himself five feet away from the target, just like he had down hundreds of times before. He raised his revolver with one hand, bringing it onto target.
Rage went to panic. For once in his life, Wilhelm knew he was going to die. He was going to go to Hell, probably, and be forced to watch as Marie and Alastair became angels. This was the end of his line. He hoped that, for an instant, he hadn't been such an ass to Alastair, or to Marie, and that he had truly changed his ways.
It was like he was drowning, and couldn't get to the surface. He was going to drown, and he knew it.
And Wilhelm broke down and cried.
Ross stood.
Have I finally won?Ross raised his revolver once more and fired.
The shot blew apart one of the filters of the mask. Wilhelm sunk to the floor, unconscious.
Ross walked upstairs, grabbed Wilhelm's Bible, and left a page open before he left the room.
The Parable of the Unforgiving Servant
21 Then Peter came up and said to him, “Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?” 22 Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you seven times, but seventy-seven times.
23 “Therefore the kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who wished to settle accounts with his servants.[g] 24 When he began to settle, one was brought to him who owed him ten thousand talents.[h] 25 And since he could not pay, his master ordered him to be sold, with his wife and children and all that he had, and payment to be made. 26 So the servant fell on his knees, imploring him, ‘Have patience with me, and I will pay you everything.’ 27 And out of pity for him, the master of that servant released him and forgave him the debt. 28 But when that same servant went out, he found one of his fellow servants who owed him a hundred denarii,[j] and seizing him, he began to choke him, saying, ‘Pay what you owe.’ 29 So his fellow servant fell down and pleaded with him, ‘Have patience with me, and I will pay you.’ 30 He refused and went and put him in prison until he should pay the debt. 31 When his fellow servants saw what had taken place, they were greatly distressed, and they went and reported to their master all that had taken place. 32 Then his master summoned him and said to him, ‘You wicked servant! I forgave you all that debt because you pleaded with me. 33 And should not you have had mercy on your fellow servant, as I had mercy on you?’ 34 And in anger his master delivered him to the jailers,[k] until he should pay all his debt. 35 So also my heavenly Father will do to every one of you, if you do not forgive your brother from your heart.”
"Sweet dreams,
tovarish."
Wilhelm flinched as Ross aimed the gun at his face.
By God, he's actually going to shoot me, the bastard's gone out of control! He concentrated on clearing his mind, on focusing on the joyful memories of his daughter and nieces and nephew and, yes, Alastair, and began to wish he had brought with him a sidearm.
Bloody freak--How would Sophia react if he got shot and killed? She would be half-orphaned at the age of eight with no father figure to guide her, and Alastair--the idiot would completely lose it.
But Ross shot one of Wilhelm's guards first.
Wilhelm let out a shout, then became rigid, for he realized his exposed position. He lacked a bulletproof vest, unlike the guard, for he had not anticipated he would be attacked by the Walking War Crime--and his only uninjured guard was not firing on Ross point-blank.
"Fire," Wilhelm ordered,
"fire upon him--."Was this it? Was he going to be shot down by the hands of a nut job who did not care that Wilhelm himself was unarmed? He might have trembled, he might have shed a tear or two thinking of Sophia, but he never got the chance to call Ross out. For just then, Ross fired into Wilhelm's gas mask.
The bullet narrowly missed embedding itself into Wilhelm's jaw as it punctured the mask and threw him onto the ground. It grazed his cheek and rocketed into the far wall with a deafening
bang that exploded in Wilhelm's ears.
Wilhelm lay on the ground in a state of shock, stunned and unable to move. His terror led him into unconsciousness, and he sense Ross standing near him, sensed his final guard desperately trying to signal for help, and wondered when James Bond and Mary Sue had sired the menace known as John Ross. Unable to help himself, he passed out, his mind still dwelling on the impossibility of the situation he was in before all faded to blackness.
New Carthagea wrote:Insaanistan wrote:“Uh, Chris.” Mustafa says. “You know he’s in the ocean, right? You really wanna risk your life for revenge. I’m Hausa, and even I think that’s a bit much.”
"Well, you are right. It might be a bit too much. But just so that bastard knows, thank to his antics, I will NOT pay his country reparations for the war. They can go to the courts or cry like a baby wherever they want. This is what they get for messing with me. After all, I have the
US of A behind me!"
Towards the end of the sentence, Christophe gives a weird smirk. Then, he puts on an irritated face, says he needs to take some rest, and leaves.
Marie finally gave up and left a voicemail for Christophe, detailing in as few words as possible what had happened with Alastair. Her husband was still weeping uncontrollably, and his body quaked from grief and drunkenness. He really looked unwell, Marie realized; his skin had taken on a yellowish pallor, and he was definitely wheezing, which likely meant he was catching some sort of illness. The buttons of his shirt strained against his bulging stomach. His hair was shaggy and wild, the circles beneath his eyes were pronounced, his cheeks were a disturbing shade of cherry. There was stubble on his chin and neck, too, which only added to his unkempt appearance, and the odor of alcohol wafted from his skin.
"Your Majesty, get up."
Marie jumped, lifting her head so that she was facing one of her guards. "What? What hap--"
"There has been an incident. We must move thee to a safer location, both of you. Here, we can handle the King--"
Alastair was wrested from Marie's arms and pulled to his feet. He let out a screech and squirmed, desperate to seek solace from his wife.
"Prince Wilhelm has been attacked, Your Majesty. Two of his guards are injured."
"Wha--
attacked? This is a wedding--"
"No time! The two of you need to move,
now."Insaanistan wrote:Greatdux wrote:"Ok, approved."
Katár hands out 1 of his 3 left gas masks. There is now 2 left.
"Aight, and next?"
“Dead.” Mustafa shakes his head and moves on the next one. “ALIVE!” He yells “This one’s alive! Anyone know who he is?”
Wilhelm groaned as the roaring in his ears dulled to a sharp pain. His eyes were open, or they didn't want to open, he could not tell. But there was a vortex of voices, of sirens, of noise.
He was still alive?
If my face got blown off, I swear on my father's grave that I will track down Ross and exact vengeance.(OOC: All three of Wilhelm's guards are alive. One has a concussion, another was shot at but is wearing armor, the third just...waited for help to arrive.)
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2020 8:13 am