That fucking darkness, where a massacre began.
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Too dark to see, too dark to breathe. And yet, as Angel turned swiftly on his heels, he shot who he hoped wasn’t a god's damned representative or anyone he knew. People around him scurried closer, making sure to maintain a close-knit circle that would ensure that they didn’t hurt anyone important.
Instead, in the dimly lit, almost pitch-black hotel, with their eyes adjusted to the darkness barely, they shot rats that rushed upon them.Bang! Bang!Came the sudden sounds of bullets ricocheting everywhere. Angel growled, cursing this stupid architecture for the first time in his life.Who the fuck created a hotel without windows?
He was hoping, praying, that the hooded figure behind Ray was dead somewhere and that she was on the other side of their circle.
“What kind of–”bang!“–fucked up horror film is this?”
Noah’s voice was like a whisper in the crowd, but it brought forth a sense of relief that made Angel almost dizzy,
“It’s an assassination attempt, you moron.” He snarled, as the circle shuffled, and Angel shot his last bullet. Noah did the same beside him and sighed. Both he and Angel looked at the hooded figures that were surrounding them. In the darkness, Angel turned to look at Noah,
“I’m out.” He said quietly and Noah scoffed beside him,
“Me too.” Was his response.
They both fell silent for a second. And then Angel was gripping the other end of the gun with a tired sigh on his lips. He didn’t have to look at Noah to know he was doing the same,
“Like old times?” Noah said from beside him and Angel glared ahead, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his gun,
“We’re not fucking eighty,” he chose to respond, “So no.”
“Prick.” Noah laughed from beside him and they were about to step forward when they heard a loud curse from either of their sides.
Angel knew he had been standing next to Myra, and Noah was beside Irene Sinaga. Both girls were out of bullets as well, because Myra growled down at her weapon viciously from beside Angel.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure close in on Myra and he was about to yell out or do something when Myra’s leg rose in the air and she kicked him square in his chest, making him fly back. Beside Noah, Irene hurled her gun right at the figure in front of her and swore out loud. Angel blinked in surprise and then suddenly, both Irene and Myra were running right into the crowd with their fists raised, as they announced their names before killing someone.
“Seems like a good idea.” Noah said after a moment’s pause, “Let’s yell out our names before bashing someone’s head in.”
Angel just sighed.
He felt a figure prowl in closer and Angel’s hand snapped up without him looking up. He was rubbing his brow in exasperation as his fingers found the person’s throat and held him in a death grip there. The person in his hand let out a sick choking sound, making Angel roll his eyes.
Noah nudged him playfully, “Say it.” He spoke. Angel looked up at the ceiling but said it quietly.
“Angel Santos.” He murmured and Noah whooped from beside him.
And he hauled the figure in his hand away from him, and walked right in the dark crowd, cursing the Larsens for bringing him to this godforsaken place.
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“NOAH HASSAN INCOMING!”
Ray’s head snapped back, her eyes wide with exasperation and surprise as she heard him start a new sort of hell around. Bloody idiots,she cursed in her mind as she heard someone else say their name out loud before a sickening crunching sound filled the air. It was already foolish of them to be cornered like this and now–
Tick Tock.
Her eyes snapped back ahead, and she barely ducked before the knife flew from the top of her head. She couldn’t see the person in front of her but could vaguely make out the lines of the hooded figure. Ray relied on the tick-tock of their watch and made to grab the person’s hand. She felt the trickle of blood down her nose before she grunted and hauled the figure forward. Her fist connected with the person’s face, and he erupted into a wretched howl as she grabbed the back of his neck and bashed his head into the ground.
Did it two more times to make sure he wouldn’t get up.
Ray didn’t have time to pay attention to the blood that trickled down her nose or the knife that was buried in the side of her abdomen. Or the way her mind was suddenly losing all sense of focus. The ground swayed under her feet, bringing forth a dizzying sort of rage up her spine. She saw two hooded figures close in on her and growled at their presence.
“Such fucking idiots.” She spat as the first figure came at her with a knife raised above their head, “Couldn’t even use guns.”
