Day Three

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#30 Vincent Valentine

The ex-Turk struggled down the street, his blurred vision telling him that he had entered the small city on the island. For an island filled with people trying to kill one another, he was now amused that he could find no one willing to go the distance with him. If not for the pounding in his head and the pain that radiated all over his body, he would have found something bittersweet in all of this.

Fortunately for Vincent Valentine, none of the viewing audience wanted to see him lie down and die alone in an alley.

Chh chh chh… ahh ahh ahh

Although his hearing still wasn’t what it used to be following his first zap, Vincent knew he had heard something. Even more than that, he knew he hadn’t heard some random city noise… no, there had to be some deliberate behind whatever melody he swore he’d heard wafting across the wind. Turning around, the ex-Turk looked down the street and stared at what he knew would be his swansong. The man that stood half a block away was large and imposing, but his clothes were in worse shape than Vincent’s. An old hockey mask covered the man’s face, and the flesh of his bald head had a somewhat grotesque hue to it.

What mattered most to Vincent was the machete wielded by the other prime.

“Come on then,” the ex-Turk replied as he lifted a hand. “I’m ready,” he muttered as the air in front of his outstretched palm was filled with a mass of red energy beams. The concentration of beams tore through the air, ripping up concrete as they barreled down against their stationary target. Vincent winced slightly as the series of explosions light up the afternoon sky, causing him to turn away as a wave of heat washed over him. As his hand dropped to his side and the light faded away, the ex-Turk looked to see that ground zero of his attack lacked a corpse.

A gasp escaped Vincent as the machete slid through his back and out his chest. As the blade left his body, the gunslinger clutched a hand over the wound and turned to look the serial killer in the eye as a second machete stab found his heart.

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#30 Vincent Valentine DEAD

19 Primes Remain

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