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No more 



note: this story has been rated <MA> by the thought police. this story contains
graphic descriptions of extreme acts of violence. if you're under 15 years old
then don't even THINK about reading this story unless accompianed by an adult.
the thought police will get you..



written by genocyber / sek
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I was woken out of my sleep that morning by a loud banging on my door.

"Why are we going after this guy again? I thought we'd already settled all
this."
"Payback for what he did to Richie. Furthermore, he promised us immunity. You
heard him, he said none of us could be touched!"

Very strange, because I didn't think anybody knew that I lived here.

"Stuff it. I'm sick of waiting for this guy to answer his own fucking door."

Just as I was about to walk downstairs to see who it was, I heard a loud crash
as the front door broke away from its hinges. Not wanting to take any chances,
I drew my gun and stood guard at the top of the stairs.

"Come on out James! We know you're in here!"

It was just those two guys I infected with the virus. I had their boss killed
too. I gave them both some fake name and said I was a cop looking to save his
own ass after the riots.

"Check that room to the left. I'll look in this one."

Their names were Butch and Vinny, hired muscle for Richie, who was an old enemy
of mine. Vinny had a semi-automatic rifle slung over his shoulder, while Butch
only had a pistol. Butch was going into the lounge room, and Vinny thought I
may be hiding in the kitchen. If I had any opportunity to get out of this
situation alive it would be now.

James jumps over the second floor railing and while flying through the air he
lets loose on Butch. Five BOOMING shots explode from his handgun and all five
bullets embed themselves in Butch's large frame. Butch is thrown off balance
by the force and falls through the windowed lounge room doors. Butch
eventually lands on a large jagged piece of glass which easily slices through
his neck. James runs past Butch's now lifeless body, and hides behind the sofa
in wait. "Vinny must've heard all that noise but he doesn't seem to be coming
for me." He thought. "This is too easy." Then he hears approaching footsteps.

Vinny, who had been inspecting the kitchen heard five loud gunshots, the sound
of breaking glass and wood, and then silence. Not sure what was happening he
tentatively peered around the corner. The sight which greeted him was
positively blood curdling.

Butch was only a few metres away, face down in a pool of his own blood, with
glass poking through the back of his neck. Vinny was worried now, but also
relieved that wasn't him. He cautiously moved towards the doorway into the
lounge. He had no way of sneaking into the room with Butch's body blocking
most of the doorway, so he simple walked over him.

Hearing the broken glass crunching under Vinny's footsteps, James leapt out
from behind the sofa, and executes a diving roll towards an armchair while
firing madly. Joe fires a spray of bullets in his direction. Everything behind
him is obliterated; a good portion of the sofa he was hiding behind was now
merely fluff floating in the air, the television screen exploded in a shower
of glass, and the lights were destroyed. Without light the room was suddenly
bathed in darkness with a small beam of light filtering through the smashed
doorway. Both men stay perfectly still, neither one really wanting to make the
next move. Vinny, who is nursing a wounded arm, shifts his wait causing the
floor to creak. A bullet destroying a vase only inches from his head was the
response he got. "That's the last straw!" Thought Vinny. He hoists his rifle
and showers the entire room in a fiery rain of bullets whilst backing through
the doorway.

James, who was lying as close to the floor as possible, could hear everything
breaking and shattering around him. Finally the onslaught ceased and all was
quiet again, except for the sound of the quick footsteps of Vinny funning to
safety. After recovering from the shock of his lounge room being destroyed,
James dusts himself off and begins to stalk his prey.

Vinny is running blind. Having never been to this mansion before he has no
idea where to go, and in the panic of the situation has also forgotten the way
he came in. Frantically he runs along the hallway, rounds the corner, enters
the first room he comes to, hides behind the door, and waits.

James follows the sound of Vinny's footsteps down the hallway to the kitchen's
back door. He stops and presses his ear to the door to listen for any noise.
Vinny meanwhile, has his own ear pressed to the door to listen for James'
arrival.
"Hmm." Thinks James. "I can hear breathing. Joe must be just on the other side.
"I can hear James' breathing." Thinks Joe. "I wonder what he's waiting for."

Suddenly, both men realise that they are listening to each other through the
door and almost simultaneously whip out their guns to fire at each other
through the door. Just as James is about fire his gun however, he is thrown
back against the wall be the ferocious force of Vinny's machine gun. His limp
body slumps to the ground leaving a large bloody smear down the wall. He feels
himself being pulled out of the world, and a bright flash fills his vision.
Everything is black, except for the words "Game over".

Life as a videogame character can be tough ..




genocyber@innocent.com
