Episode 04: "Fun King Do Drool Kim Wrong"







I had just got the upper hand when Tabris came through the (still busted out) window.



"Don't you ever use the (censored) door?!"





"Try not to."





He had a pistol pointed at my head. It was a triangle. He shoots me, I shoot the man who no doubt hired him (i was wrong, as i'd find out later), and the man who i thought hired him...would die. Okay so maybe it was two part and Tabris had nothing to lose. I thought he did though.



He laughed!



"You laugh? I could shoot this man! And you laugh?" I was shocked.





"No, I'm crying. Of course I laughed!"



Now, as anyone in a hostage situation knows, time kind've goes away and you may look up and realise it's been ten ours. So I really don't know how long we stood there staring at each other, saying "we all shoot on three...ooooone...twooooo...teeee! hahaha! i said 'tee', not three! hahahah!" occasionally saying "tree" or "fee" or some other rhymn. Whenever we'd say three, we couldn't shoot. It was like...neither wanted death. Well, Tabris did, but not the PD officer's death.



About the time the word "two" came out the last time, I was ready to shoot. I knew i would die. But I had to do something. I was tired of waiting.



Just as he said three, I ducked and shot the PD Officer in the kneecap. He screamed. Blood flew behind him. I ducked so fast that Tabris didn't have a chance to shoot me. As he tried, I ducked, and the bullet slammed through the PD Officer's head. The room exploded with shots, all aimed at Tabris and I.



It was the Police Officer's men. Bullets flew and blood splashed around the room in a very cool way.



Then there was silence. The shooting stopped. My great, modern, artsie apartment was covered in chunks of the wall, chunks of bone and flesh, blood, and bodies. Smoke was lifting to the cieling and out the window.



Sirens were sounding below. I turned toward Tabris.



"that was some (censored) good fighting you did." I said.



"Likewise. That was also some fast moving." real feeling or mutual respect? GB would say both, I don't know though.



We both still knew we must kill each other. Our weapons came up, near to pressing on each others heads.



"Hah. A stand off."



Right as the words cleared his lips, the door was flung open. In stepped a tall, slinder fellow with a double-barreled sawed off shot gun.



Tune in to tomorrer's episode and find out who this mysterious man is. (hint: it's Louie.)