Mighty HDC Battle Royale II

[ferretchucker]

Nice storying V.

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(Continued from above...)


FREAK heard the shotgun blasts from his right and hurried through the bushes on the alert, smelling blood nearby and uncocking his shotgun. He had a faint glimpse of Scouse Mac who looked back and gave him the thumbs up, pointing in the opposite direction. Freak smiled back and hurried forward.

Pretty soon he came across to where Despare lay, bleeding and patched up. Despare's senses were tingling with alarm, but he felt so weak that he just put an arm out in weak protest. Freak smiled sadistically, and fired twice in quick succession.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

The shells blazed through the air and thumped one after the other into Despare's stomach, who let out a small moan in weak agony. Despare's eyes were looking at big bright lights, caused by the incessant pain his nerves were going through and sending SOS signals to his brain. Freak threw his shotgun away and walked back to join Scouse, and Despare's almost limp arms picked up 2 more HPs from his almost depleted stock.

Despare had 1 HP left, and was bleeding continuously.

Someone nearby looked at Despare from between the trees, and moved forward. He leaned over Despare and whispered "You are not going to die, mister!"

Despare looked up with numb eyes and realisation came flooding through his brain cells. Young FERRETCHUCKER looked back at him with an angelic smile, and Despare sighed quietly. He closed his eyes, wincing at the pain racking through his body. Ferret looked at him, and then took a silent decision. He took out ALL of his HPs, and put them into Despare's duffel bag. "Use them when you need them the most," he whispered to Despare, who tried to open his eyes again.

By the time Despare had his eyes open and senses back, Ferretchucker had disappeared.


(To Continue on...)

[ferretchucker]

FUCK YEH!

I am one team playing son of a bitch!

Despare. When this is all over, you can buy me a pizza. And maybe a small coke.

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GOREPHOBIA looked up, startled. He thought he caught a glimpse of Ferret ahead, but by the time he got up to check, Ferret had disappeared. Curious and licking his lips, Gore moved ahead to the direction from which Ferret had come. He stopped dead in his tracks when he came upon the scene ahead.

Despare had dragged himself up to the base of a big yew tree, silently thanking the Gods and Ferret for the sudden and unexpected lifeline. Gore took aim at Despare's stomach which was bleeding through the patched HPs, and squeezed the trigger twice.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

Poor Despare. It was pretty obvious Team Grindhouse had zeroed in on him as their central target, and he wasnt being spared anytime soon. The shells burned their way into his back, just as he turned when Gore pulled the trigger. Gore made a loud, smacking grunt in satisfaction as he watched Despare moan audibly.


Elsewhere, NEVERENDING was looking at the trees. Satisfied that no Assassins had climbed any nearby branches to hide, he surveyed the bushes. Just then, he heard shotgun blasts from his right and ran forward. Just as he broke through, Rayne was throwing her empty shotgun away. He looked ahead to where Rayne was looking, and knew his target was there. NE wasted no time and hurried ahead to the big boulder and circled across it to come face-to-face with The Return.

The Return had patched himself up and was lying down quietly, letting the HPs do their work. As soon as he heard footfalls near, he jumped up and was literally smack in front of NE. He turned around to run through the nearby trees, but it was too late. NE had his shotgun up, and was squeezing both triggers in rapid succession.

BLAM!!!

BLAM!!!

Both shells caught Return on his back, and he was thrown forward like a wall of bricks. The backside of his shirt turned bloody in an instant, and Return dragged himself into the bushes behind some trees, where he moaned quietly once and reached for his HPs.

No sooner than Return had finished patching his HPs, that the bushes were thrown apart in front of him. MURDERDOLL had jumped through them and was glaring at Return with hot, feverish and deadly eyes. Return looked at her in wild panic for an instant, and tried to get up. Murderdoll never gave him the chance, firing wildly almost instantenously.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

Return groaned in sheer pain as the shells blasted two bloody holes in his stomach. Murderdoll let out a huge roar of satisfaction and looked around. NE and Rayne both nodded approvingly, as Return quietly dragged himself into the nearby bushes.


(To Be Continued...)

[ferretchucker]

Wow, NE. I would have never guessed that the reason you sent messages to me saying I was a target was actually a ploy, most likely in the hopes that I would have HPs donated to me so you could take out your real target more easily. Golly Jee! :rolleyes:

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NIGHTMARE OF DEATH and DANTE'S INFERNO sat together quietly. They were waiting for the firing to recede, and when all was silence around them once more, they stood up. Knowing that the shots they heard had been fired from their right, they moved forward noiselessly and suddenly, Dante motioned to Nightmare to sit down. Both peered forward from between the trees.

Despare sat propped up on the trunk of the yew tree. He looked like a big bleeding tree himself, all patched up with numerous HPs which were bright red in color. Dante motioned to Nightmare to circle around to behind Despare, while Dante himself moved to a better spot in front of him. He then watched Nightmare circle around, and squat down at a particular place. Dante aimed at Despare's chest, and muttered "Asta La Vista, baby!"

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

Despare didnt even protest as the two shells lodged themselves firmly into his chest. His arms and legs were thrown outward in complete resignation as the fresh gunshot wounds opened up and vomited blood from each of them. He slid to his left and sank down on the ground with a low groan.

Nightmare saw his chance.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

Both shells buried into Despare's back in a flash, and opened two rivers of blood on it. Dante motioned a high-5 gesture to Nightmare, who smiled back and moved out.

Despare rolled down on the ground and sank into it, and his bloody, ragged hand reached for the HPs.


MILKTOASTE looked ahead at POSHER, who signaled back to him to be quiet. Both of them stood, straining to hear ahead. Posher moved forward and smiled at the scene before him. He signaled to Milktoaste to join him, and both of them looked back. Milktoaste smiled in delight.

The Return lay low, basking in the sun. His body was wrecked with small spasms of dull ache and pain from the gunshot wounds which were patched up, and he was letting them heal silently. Posher eagerly took one step forward, when Milktoaste stopped him and motioned ahead. Posher nodded in glee and moved to one side, and Milktoaste stepped forward aiming for Return's head.

Return felt a faint sense of alarm. He looked from the corner of his eyes and saw movement in the bushes. He was quiet for a moment and them jumped up in an instant, forgetting all pain and ache. Milktoaste was caught in sheer surprise, but as soon as Return started running into the trees, he lifted his shotgun hurriedly and fired blindly after Return.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

Return caught both shots on his back and shoulder, and went flying through the bushes just ahead of him. Milktoaste muttered "Damn!" under his breath and turned around. Posher had disappeared from his side.

Return fell heavily on a clump of bushes. He dragged himself ahead and reached for his HPs, just as a loud laugh broke the silent rustling sound of Return's body.

"MUAHAHAHA!"

Return looked ahead with sudden alarm. Posher stood there with a huge grin lighting up his face.

"This is for all those times, OLD friend!" Posher said smugly, and lifted his shotgun.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

The Return was in terrible pain. His body wracked in huge spasmic twitches as all 4 shells burned through his veins, bringing severe tingling pain sensations to every inch. He was running out of HPs, and had a very faint chance of survival.

The Return needed a miracle.

And a miracle awaited him around the corner.


(Final Continuation next...)

[Posher778]

Sweet. I kicked ass. Disease, FFS, are you stupid?

[Posher778]

@Ferret


Honestly, you might want to chill out. Before you get stabbed in the back.

[Disease]

Originally Posted by neverending

@$@%$%#$@!!!!

A team that can't work as a team is doomed to defeat. You screwed us, Disease!

I fired hastily before I spoke to anyone... :o

[neverending]

Let the TINY Ferret think he knows what our plans were...