Post by Noah on Jan 3, 2009 19:55:03 GMT -5
Kehllz keeps firing at the doorway, cycling through clips and trying to keep them from coming in. He is rapidly running out of ammo. Kehllz spots on of the dead officers shotguns lying on the floor. Kehllz grabs it. Firing at the door with one pistol and aiming the shotgun at the wall, Kehllz prays that the walls are only drywall and have large areas between studs.
He fires at the wall, speckling it with bullet holes and weakening it, and runs at the wall. He crashes into it shoulder first and rolls into the room next door. He hears the officers coming into the room he had just so unexpectedly left. Changing pistol clips, Kehllz leans out of the hole in the wall, taking three officers out before the two behind them open fire. Kehllz pumps the shotgun and shoots the next wall. He was heading towards the staircase. If he made it there he could head towards the roof and go from building to building and loose them after hitting the streets.
Above him, the sounds gun fire echoes downwards.
"Probably one of Axe's teams."
Kehllz knows he has to get the hell out of here, Axe likes pyrotechnic displays and Kehllz sure as hell doesn't want to be stuck as fuel for one.
The cops are already filing into this new room. Kehllz once again shoots out the wall and leaps through it. His shoulder is beginning to hurt, but the adrenaline pumping through him dulls it. His eyes are stinging from the dry wall dust he is kicking up by creating new doors. His body can't take much more of this, but it has to or die.
Two more walls, four more to go. Kehllz is sending some more .45 bullets flying at the cops when he realizes something. The stairwell walls are concrete. He can't break through those and if he tries to go out into the hallway he is mince-meat. A plan is stirring in Kehllz's brain. Instead of trying to keep going towards the stairs, Kehllz charges towards the door. Cycling through the shotgun's shells, he runs haphazardly towards the hall, praying that the idiot MPD officers will be smart enough to keep the fuck out of the way of his suicide charge. Truth is, he isn't aiming for them. He leaps through the door and rolls himself into a ball. He can hear them firing at him and fells a few pellets tear through his skin. Kehllz flies into the door opposite. Weakened by his shotgun blasts, it erupts in a cloud of wood splinters. Almost instantly, Kehllz slams into a wall. It is a fucking janitor's supply closet!
Kehllz fells his left shoulder break as he slams into the wall. His head cracks against the wall, the skin splitting along the back and causing a concussion. A faucet takes a long chunk out of his left side as he slides down into a large tub sink. Through his rapidly fading vision he can see around ten MPD officers standing in the doorway, all their shotguns aimed at him.
A grin forms on his face. It looked ghastly, a red, bloody grin forming in his face, pale with dry wall dust and broken up by lines of blood caused by shotgun pellets and wood splinters. This is time for his last words. He has thought this through and has decided that being frank is the best thing in this situation. He opens his mouth and in a raspy voice he simply says;
"Fuck you."
He blacks out.
He fires at the wall, speckling it with bullet holes and weakening it, and runs at the wall. He crashes into it shoulder first and rolls into the room next door. He hears the officers coming into the room he had just so unexpectedly left. Changing pistol clips, Kehllz leans out of the hole in the wall, taking three officers out before the two behind them open fire. Kehllz pumps the shotgun and shoots the next wall. He was heading towards the staircase. If he made it there he could head towards the roof and go from building to building and loose them after hitting the streets.
Above him, the sounds gun fire echoes downwards.
"Probably one of Axe's teams."
Kehllz knows he has to get the hell out of here, Axe likes pyrotechnic displays and Kehllz sure as hell doesn't want to be stuck as fuel for one.
The cops are already filing into this new room. Kehllz once again shoots out the wall and leaps through it. His shoulder is beginning to hurt, but the adrenaline pumping through him dulls it. His eyes are stinging from the dry wall dust he is kicking up by creating new doors. His body can't take much more of this, but it has to or die.
Two more walls, four more to go. Kehllz is sending some more .45 bullets flying at the cops when he realizes something. The stairwell walls are concrete. He can't break through those and if he tries to go out into the hallway he is mince-meat. A plan is stirring in Kehllz's brain. Instead of trying to keep going towards the stairs, Kehllz charges towards the door. Cycling through the shotgun's shells, he runs haphazardly towards the hall, praying that the idiot MPD officers will be smart enough to keep the fuck out of the way of his suicide charge. Truth is, he isn't aiming for them. He leaps through the door and rolls himself into a ball. He can hear them firing at him and fells a few pellets tear through his skin. Kehllz flies into the door opposite. Weakened by his shotgun blasts, it erupts in a cloud of wood splinters. Almost instantly, Kehllz slams into a wall. It is a fucking janitor's supply closet!
Kehllz fells his left shoulder break as he slams into the wall. His head cracks against the wall, the skin splitting along the back and causing a concussion. A faucet takes a long chunk out of his left side as he slides down into a large tub sink. Through his rapidly fading vision he can see around ten MPD officers standing in the doorway, all their shotguns aimed at him.
A grin forms on his face. It looked ghastly, a red, bloody grin forming in his face, pale with dry wall dust and broken up by lines of blood caused by shotgun pellets and wood splinters. This is time for his last words. He has thought this through and has decided that being frank is the best thing in this situation. He opens his mouth and in a raspy voice he simply says;
"Fuck you."
He blacks out.