07-22-2017, 08:40 AM
Three orc mobsters were present on the balcony but had their focus on the people below. This time, Jacket didn’t summon a weapon to take them out. He walked toward the closest one with stealth. The loud music drowned out any noise that could be made which would make Jacket’s killing easy in this room. People that attended the party tried to stay away from any orc mobsters due to their impatient and violent behavior. Jacket walked by a table and grabbed an empty alcohol bottle. He held the bottle by the neck but turned it upside down.
When the masked prime walked past another table, he hit the glass bottle against the hard table. This caused the bottle to shatter but formed into a weapon with sharp shards of glass that was connected to the unbroken half of the bottle. Jacket closed in on the first orc who didn’t pay any attention to anyone behind him. The orc’s weapon was holstered which was a burner. He stood behind his target close enough that he could breathe down his spine. Jacket wrapped his left arm around the neck of the mobster from behind and had him in a head lock.
The orc strangled to breathe with gasps coming out of his mouth. A stab was made in the back of the gangster by Jacket. Eyes of the victim widen from the multiple stabs that Jacket made. Blood started to bleed through the orc’s attire and ran down to his pants. The killer kept stabbing until the victim stopped struggling and his eyes became lifeless. Jacket dropped the body and had his attention on the second orc. The corpse leaned against the railing and sunk to the floor. After the series of stabbing, his bottle became brittle and would likely break if used again. He moved to the second enemy stealthily.
The orc still looked down at the crowd trying to find the killer but leaving to search somewhere else was on his mind. When he turned around, the mobster met Jacket face to face. A shock and disturbed expression were on the gangster’s face. Horrified by the half bloody prime wearing a nightmarish mask, he felt as if his body became stiff. The murderer wasted no time and sliced the throat of the gangster. Blood started gurgling out of his mouth and he tried to grab Jacket’s mask but was shoved against the railing with a broken bottle lodged in his gory throat.
The corpse slumped to the floor with blood pouring onto the carpet. Jacket kneeled in front of the body because of a shiny object that the orc had caught his attention. He saw an orc-made knife that was in an inside blazer pocket. He looted the knife and turned around to see the last mobster noticed he killed his other buddies. Before he pulled out his blaster, the masked killer threw the knife at the orc and landed dead center, between his eyes. The dead orc fell backward and landed on the floor with his back. Jacket stood up and noticed no more orcs were here in this room. There were hardly any more mobsters in this club but only the leader was left. Jacket turned away from the gruesome scene and walked.
Luckily enough there wasn’t anyone present on the balcony now and appeared as the partygoers wanted to be on the ground floor and dance to a killer track that the DJ put on. A doorway was next to the top of the stairwell caught Jacket’s attention. It had a similar “Staff Only” sign screwed on top as the back door had. The prime ignored what the sign said and proceeded through. On his left, there was a short stair case that had ten steps.
A dark area was behind Jacket as he faced the stairs. Right when he placed his foot on the first step, the orc leader came out of the darkness with an orc-made dagger in his right hand. Jacket was stopped by being held in a headlock. The leader held his dagger high and stabbed Jacket in the shoulder harshly. Pain jolted in Jacket’s body making him grit his teeth but trying to not let out a scream.
“Got you, motherfucking psychopath,” whispered the orc in Jacket’s ear.
How close the leader was, Jacket could smell his disgusted breath. In this scenario, a typical normal secondary would be shaking in their boots but the masked prime show no fear. The orc felt enjoyment by twisting his dagger slightly back and forth, tearing the flesh even more. Jacket tried to ignore the pain and lift his left arm up with his strength. He trembled to raise it but successfully got his hand on the enemy’s dagger. They fought over the dagger to control it. This became a tug of war for the both.
“Relax, I can smell the stench that you’re a fucking fish! Everything will be over soon and if we ever see your ass again, well make sure that every single one of us will have a banishment circle so we can ban your ass. Then you’ll have to suck Diablo’s dick if you want to be back in the other verses. Hehehe,” said the orc in a threatening tone.
Jacket didn’t heed the warning and still fought for the dagger. He focused hard on his strength and attempted to not think of anything else. Suddenly, the weapon’s blade slowly moved out from Jacket’s flesh. This wasn’t a walk in the park for Jacket with this stab injury he received. As the blade was being pulled out, the prime’s shoulder began to bleed with more pain. The orc didn’t give up so easily and still fought Jacket. Both of their hands holding the weapon stopped moving due to the intense battle of strength. The blade was about to exit Jacket’s shoulder but the tip of it was still in his skin.
Growling came out of their mouths while fighting over the dagger. After focusing for a long time, the blade moved out of Jacket’s shoulder. The masked prime forced the weapon to stab the orc’s left hand which was successful. A shrieking painful scream came out of the orc and he let go Jacket realizing the dagger went straight through his hand. While paying attention to get the knife out of his hand, Jacket made a hard punch into the orc’s face that caused him to stumble and his vision to be blurry for a second.
Jacket summoned an Ithaca 37 Stakeout shotgun that was loaded with twelve-gauge rounds. The weapon appeared in his left hand. It can only carry four rounds due to how small the gun was compared to other shotguns. He pumped the shotgun single handily causing the whole body of the weapon to jump up and down. Jacket aimed the gun in both hands and fired two shots.
BOOM
Click-clack
BOOM
The loud noises went off but people ignored it while getting drunk and partied like there was no tomorrow. The first shot impacted the orc’s stomach causing it to burst with guts and organs going all over the place. For the final shot, it pierced the chest but didn’t make a big mess as the stomach did. His target was demolished by getting shot up at close range.
The corpse hit the wall while holding the dagger and slid down with a lifeless movement. More blood covered Jacket but he wasn’t completely soaked. Redness stained the walls which were originally painted purple. Organs were all over the ground and bottom steps from exploding out of the stomach by the tight spread pellets. The face on the dead orc had a defeated expression. Jacket pumped the shotgun again and began climbing the steps with no interruption this time. Each step had pain flowing through him from the injury. Bleeding kept happening in his shoulder but had no time to summon first aid and fix it.
When the masked prime walked past another table, he hit the glass bottle against the hard table. This caused the bottle to shatter but formed into a weapon with sharp shards of glass that was connected to the unbroken half of the bottle. Jacket closed in on the first orc who didn’t pay any attention to anyone behind him. The orc’s weapon was holstered which was a burner. He stood behind his target close enough that he could breathe down his spine. Jacket wrapped his left arm around the neck of the mobster from behind and had him in a head lock.
The orc strangled to breathe with gasps coming out of his mouth. A stab was made in the back of the gangster by Jacket. Eyes of the victim widen from the multiple stabs that Jacket made. Blood started to bleed through the orc’s attire and ran down to his pants. The killer kept stabbing until the victim stopped struggling and his eyes became lifeless. Jacket dropped the body and had his attention on the second orc. The corpse leaned against the railing and sunk to the floor. After the series of stabbing, his bottle became brittle and would likely break if used again. He moved to the second enemy stealthily.
The orc still looked down at the crowd trying to find the killer but leaving to search somewhere else was on his mind. When he turned around, the mobster met Jacket face to face. A shock and disturbed expression were on the gangster’s face. Horrified by the half bloody prime wearing a nightmarish mask, he felt as if his body became stiff. The murderer wasted no time and sliced the throat of the gangster. Blood started gurgling out of his mouth and he tried to grab Jacket’s mask but was shoved against the railing with a broken bottle lodged in his gory throat.
The corpse slumped to the floor with blood pouring onto the carpet. Jacket kneeled in front of the body because of a shiny object that the orc had caught his attention. He saw an orc-made knife that was in an inside blazer pocket. He looted the knife and turned around to see the last mobster noticed he killed his other buddies. Before he pulled out his blaster, the masked killer threw the knife at the orc and landed dead center, between his eyes. The dead orc fell backward and landed on the floor with his back. Jacket stood up and noticed no more orcs were here in this room. There were hardly any more mobsters in this club but only the leader was left. Jacket turned away from the gruesome scene and walked.
Luckily enough there wasn’t anyone present on the balcony now and appeared as the partygoers wanted to be on the ground floor and dance to a killer track that the DJ put on. A doorway was next to the top of the stairwell caught Jacket’s attention. It had a similar “Staff Only” sign screwed on top as the back door had. The prime ignored what the sign said and proceeded through. On his left, there was a short stair case that had ten steps.
A dark area was behind Jacket as he faced the stairs. Right when he placed his foot on the first step, the orc leader came out of the darkness with an orc-made dagger in his right hand. Jacket was stopped by being held in a headlock. The leader held his dagger high and stabbed Jacket in the shoulder harshly. Pain jolted in Jacket’s body making him grit his teeth but trying to not let out a scream.
“Got you, motherfucking psychopath,” whispered the orc in Jacket’s ear.
How close the leader was, Jacket could smell his disgusted breath. In this scenario, a typical normal secondary would be shaking in their boots but the masked prime show no fear. The orc felt enjoyment by twisting his dagger slightly back and forth, tearing the flesh even more. Jacket tried to ignore the pain and lift his left arm up with his strength. He trembled to raise it but successfully got his hand on the enemy’s dagger. They fought over the dagger to control it. This became a tug of war for the both.
“Relax, I can smell the stench that you’re a fucking fish! Everything will be over soon and if we ever see your ass again, well make sure that every single one of us will have a banishment circle so we can ban your ass. Then you’ll have to suck Diablo’s dick if you want to be back in the other verses. Hehehe,” said the orc in a threatening tone.
Jacket didn’t heed the warning and still fought for the dagger. He focused hard on his strength and attempted to not think of anything else. Suddenly, the weapon’s blade slowly moved out from Jacket’s flesh. This wasn’t a walk in the park for Jacket with this stab injury he received. As the blade was being pulled out, the prime’s shoulder began to bleed with more pain. The orc didn’t give up so easily and still fought Jacket. Both of their hands holding the weapon stopped moving due to the intense battle of strength. The blade was about to exit Jacket’s shoulder but the tip of it was still in his skin.
Growling came out of their mouths while fighting over the dagger. After focusing for a long time, the blade moved out of Jacket’s shoulder. The masked prime forced the weapon to stab the orc’s left hand which was successful. A shrieking painful scream came out of the orc and he let go Jacket realizing the dagger went straight through his hand. While paying attention to get the knife out of his hand, Jacket made a hard punch into the orc’s face that caused him to stumble and his vision to be blurry for a second.
Jacket summoned an Ithaca 37 Stakeout shotgun that was loaded with twelve-gauge rounds. The weapon appeared in his left hand. It can only carry four rounds due to how small the gun was compared to other shotguns. He pumped the shotgun single handily causing the whole body of the weapon to jump up and down. Jacket aimed the gun in both hands and fired two shots.
BOOM
Click-clack
BOOM
The loud noises went off but people ignored it while getting drunk and partied like there was no tomorrow. The first shot impacted the orc’s stomach causing it to burst with guts and organs going all over the place. For the final shot, it pierced the chest but didn’t make a big mess as the stomach did. His target was demolished by getting shot up at close range.
The corpse hit the wall while holding the dagger and slid down with a lifeless movement. More blood covered Jacket but he wasn’t completely soaked. Redness stained the walls which were originally painted purple. Organs were all over the ground and bottom steps from exploding out of the stomach by the tight spread pellets. The face on the dead orc had a defeated expression. Jacket pumped the shotgun again and began climbing the steps with no interruption this time. Each step had pain flowing through him from the injury. Bleeding kept happening in his shoulder but had no time to summon first aid and fix it.
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