Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Rough Night
This thing was a towering 10 feet tall, a weird deep blue, and the kind of buff that arguably looks unhealthy. It was also incredibly pissed off, since I forced it to reveal itself and made it unable to build power like it had hoped. In just a few strides that shook the entire club, it reached where I was still embedded in the table, lifting me by the head, it's hand covering my entire face in the process.
I didn't stay in it's grasp for long though, as the free hand formed a fist and drove itself into my chest, while simultaneously letting go and sending me flying to the other end of the club, crashing into the bar at the side.
From the dull pain in my chest and back, to the small sharp pains of glass littered everywhere else, I received the wake up call that I either get my shit together, or I die here, just like the Being thought I would. I may have a desire to survive, I may be pissed at the scumbag methods used by these devils, and I may even care about Chloe's safety.
But more so than all of this, I'm too stubborn to let some careless bitch be right about her assumptions of me. So when the muscly blue behemoth peered over the counter to grab me, I stared dead into it's cold, rage filled eyes, and unleashed dozens of bullets at its face with both of my guns.
It immediately covered it's face and stood up, electing to stomp in my general direction instead.
My bullets may do very little damage, but it's damage nonetheless, and the behemoth is too focused on not getting hurt than killing me, no matter how pissed it is. I can use this.
Disregarding the horrible consequences, I roll on the floor away from the foot crashing down directly where I first lay. The impact actually sent me up a bit, ramming the glass shards in me even further. Instead of trying to ignore the pain, or simple bear with it, I let it drive my strength. Not my mind and my judgement, mind you, but my body that I can't properly use right now.
I stand up and side flip over the counter, concentrating fire on the behemoth's right Achilles tendon. If I could land every shot directly at the same spot, I might actually destroy it, but sadly I just get a bunch of scattered tiny holes on it's relatively massive foot.
But the behemoth doesn't care about that, it's getting shot in the foot. So it immediately hops off that leg, exactly as I'd hoped. Taking advantage of it's cowardice, I run at it, slide under it's panicked arm swipe towards me, and drive all my momentum and weight into kicking its other foot, knocking it off balance and slamming it into the ground. It twisted it's head sideways to avoid falling face first.
Luckily for me, that's exactly why I'd hoped for. I jam Ivory into it's ear, and unload a dozen bullets into it before the behemoth abruptly flails and smacks me a couple feet back yet again. It raises up onto its feet, screaming in pain and barreling towards me.
Like a drunken man that is, imbalanced and unsteady. I had been hoping to directly damage the brain, but I'll take the semicircular canals that maintain the body's balance. I then simply run and constantly strafe around the center of the club, firing all of my shots specifically at its feet, and go for the head when it's down.
Most people have either fled the bar entirely or are sticking to the walls at the back, besides Chloe who is sitting on the stage with her legs given out. Eventually, the behemoth's cowardice wins out over it's anger entirely, and it flees out of the back of the club, with me constantly shoot at its back and giving chase. Once again, I failed to take into account a few important factors, as once I chase it out the back door, I find myself in an alleyway. One barely wide enough to fit the width of the behemoth at that.
It shoulder charges me once I exit the door, and drives me into the brick wall at the back of the alley, breaking a little bit of everything in the process, from my body to the wall itself. Instead of rearing back for another attack, it simply pins me there and continually applies pressure, my ribs producing some very worrisome creaking sounds as I scream in pain for the first time, and drop my guns.
This didn't stop me from fighting however, as I drive my pain into power once more, and ram my right fist into its already damage ear. What follows was the most agonizing 30 seconds of my life, with the behemoth pressing me into the brick wall more and more, and me constantly ramming my fist into it's ear, the purple blood soon coating my entire forearm.
Neither of us break first, as the wall behind me does instead, driving us into the changing room of the same club. Guess the building was in an L shape, with the backdoor being near the corner of the L. I sprawl out a dozen feet from the wall, and the behemoth loses its balance and falls to its knees, seemingly exhausted.
That final attack must have been a last ditch effort, and now I was free to finish it off. I was both pissed and had no weapons, however so I had to get creative. I grab a wire hanger from one of the racks at the side of the room, and slowly walk up to the behemoth. It watches me the whole way, not begging for mercy or cursing me. Simply, watching in acceptance.
I guess when a coward pushes himself to his limits and breaks, this is all there is left. Good to know. What follows next could be described as a little brutal, so I'll summarize by saying I needed to get to the brain someone, and I already ruined the passage through the ears, so the eyes were the next best route.
I warped the wire hanger to best suit my needs, so by the time I throw it aside, it's bent to all hell and coated in purple blood and red chunks, presumably what it's brain matter looks like. A loud gasp comes from the door to that leads to the stage, and I see Chloe step into the room, horrified. At the same time however, she seems a little worried, so I try my best to alleviate her fears.
"Don't worry, there's not that many of these guys out there, and I don't live anywhere nearby, so you won't have to see either of these crazy things ever again." It's honestly kind of depressing to refer to myself in the same vain as the brutal creature I just killed, but looking at the way I did so, I can't lie to myself and say otherwise.
"You just get yourself a good therapist, and you should bounce right back. Also, see if you can't find that dude who took a beating for you, he seems like a keeper."
She shakes her head and tries to interject, but I simply wave and pitch forward, collapsing onto the floor in exhaustion, the world fading to black around me once more.
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Swatdude64 I wrote all of the first chapter and half of the last chapter like, a year ago. And then I decided to say fuck it, uploaded the first chapter, finished the last one, and then wrote all of this. From 11pm to 1am. This is gonna be a healthy for my sleep schedule. From here on, I'll try to upload at LEAST once a day, and beyond that as much as I feel like it.
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