John saw the attack coming, and pushed himself to get up and run out of the way, even though he was hurting like hell. "Now do you believe me?!" he said, beginning to dash away. John then saw a police car coming from the distance. "Guys, the police! Run towards them!" John, careful to avoid getting hit by any of the madman's thrown weapons, ran towards the cops.
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Private/Closed The Hotel
- Thread starter Jagson
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What Did You Do To Snoke?
Previously Ratbag the Coward
Phoebe followed John, panting. "What next!?" She was so confused but she figured that the police could help. However, she doubted they could fully solve the problem fast. "He's going to murder everyone in that godamm hotel before the police do anything!"
She wish she could've screamed, but all that came from her mouth was a weak rattle. She staggered backward, unsure of what to do.
He has a chainsaw. That slows him down a bit.
But he also has a knife, and if he drops the saw and runs after me, I'm dead.
Protect as many people as possible.
Can't save anyone. Too small.
A woman in a man's world.
Her mind was racing, and as was her heart. The sound of a click, and then the sound of the chainsaw roared to life.
Dead bodies.
People in the lobby.
Troy.
Mike.
Santiago.
Her heart stopped. Santiago.
His gun.
Was it still in his room?
Surely they'd cleaned it up by now, but it was the only choice she had.
Fuck it.
While the crazed-ass chased Halt around, she dashed for the hotel without a word. Luckily, she was a rather quiet person to begin with, and very light on her feet, so the chances of Mike hearing her were slim to none. She sprinted up the steps, taking them as many at a time as her legs could stretch.
He has a chainsaw. That slows him down a bit.
But he also has a knife, and if he drops the saw and runs after me, I'm dead.
Protect as many people as possible.
Can't save anyone. Too small.
A woman in a man's world.
Her mind was racing, and as was her heart. The sound of a click, and then the sound of the chainsaw roared to life.
Dead bodies.
People in the lobby.
Troy.
Mike.
Santiago.
Her heart stopped. Santiago.
His gun.
Was it still in his room?
Surely they'd cleaned it up by now, but it was the only choice she had.
Fuck it.
While the crazed-ass chased Halt around, she dashed for the hotel without a word. Luckily, she was a rather quiet person to begin with, and very light on her feet, so the chances of Mike hearing her were slim to none. She sprinted up the steps, taking them as many at a time as her legs could stretch.
John noticed the girl was going her own way. Then there was this other girl now with him. "I dunno, but the cops have the only working car around this hellhole! Our only chance of getting the f*** out of here alive!" The police car stopped, and the officer rolled down the murder.
"I heard about another murder. What's happening this time?"
"The crazy bastard who killed him is going after the rest of us in broad daylight!" John replied.
"What now?!" the officer stated. "Where is he?"
"Over at the hotel entrance, but we can't go back! We need to save the others!"
"Get in the car! I'll handle this!" the officer said, taking out his gun and opening the car door. He also took out his radio. "This is officer Bromley, reporting in!"
"I heard about another murder. What's happening this time?"
"The crazy bastard who killed him is going after the rest of us in broad daylight!" John replied.
"What now?!" the officer stated. "Where is he?"
"Over at the hotel entrance, but we can't go back! We need to save the others!"
"Get in the car! I'll handle this!" the officer said, taking out his gun and opening the car door. He also took out his radio. "This is officer Bromley, reporting in!"
What Did You Do To Snoke?
Previously Ratbag the Coward
Phoebe saw Vee running away from the group. "Why are you going back to the hotel?" Phoebe asked. "Noone is safe there! The police here will help us!" She shouted. "Everyone who is still stupid enough to believe that the murderer will not kill them is still in the hotel. Most people have evacuated the hotel by now...so why are you going back?"
Had the young woman been able to hear Phoebe, maybe she would've replied in the midst of her sprint. But she was gone just as quick as she had came, and eventually she was at the sixth floor.
She remembered his room, but regardless- even if she hadn't, the bright yellow police tape was a sign enough. She crossed under it, rolling slightly, until the stench finally hit her. She gagged, but bent down towards the duffel bag, shuffling through it. Bullets, bullets... more bullets. Only useful if she had a gun. She looked around, eyes darting, until they caught on the shine of silver by Santiago's hand, partially under the desk.
Found the gun.
She quickly grabbed it, hands trembling, as she struggled to cram bullets into it. She wasn't good with a gun, persay, but her father was very into anything that could kill a piece of game, so she wasn't bad.
And then she sprinted back down.
She remembered his room, but regardless- even if she hadn't, the bright yellow police tape was a sign enough. She crossed under it, rolling slightly, until the stench finally hit her. She gagged, but bent down towards the duffel bag, shuffling through it. Bullets, bullets... more bullets. Only useful if she had a gun. She looked around, eyes darting, until they caught on the shine of silver by Santiago's hand, partially under the desk.
Found the gun.
She quickly grabbed it, hands trembling, as she struggled to cram bullets into it. She wasn't good with a gun, persay, but her father was very into anything that could kill a piece of game, so she wasn't bad.
And then she sprinted back down.
Mike very well noticed vee had gone by. Mike started to make his way up the stairs seeing her with a pistol he grabbed his knife and threw it as though it was a throwing knife aiming right for her forehead. But he then noticed the gun the knife had landed right by vees foot when he then ran up the stairs with his chainsaw running going straight for the middle of vees stomach with his chainsaw running making a howling noise.
What Did You Do To Snoke?
Previously Ratbag the Coward
"That woman...she went back into the hotel! And the murderer is there too! Can't you do something?!" Phoebe asked Officer Bromley. Before he could reply, Phoebe stormed off. "I'm going to do this. I'm going to do this for Santiago...what a man...my hero...my inspiration...my....father..."
Vee Etienne was not afraid of death.
However, the idea of being torn to shreds by a chainsaw-wielding psycho was unsettling to say the least. She was still on the stairs when he dashed up to get her, so she took her aim and shot. She didn't know where she hit, but she heard the impact, and frankly didn't care. She then ducked down, sliding (not very gracefully at all) down the stairs. However, part of the saw did make contact with her skin- her upper arm- a thick, messy cut that thankfully wasn't that deep, but still hurt like hell. She managed a scream; it felt like white-hot flames were licking at her fingertips, the searing pain spreading all the way to her shoulder blade, which was interesting considering it was just on part of her arm. She shoved into the doors and staggered outside, with clouded vision working against the woman.
She was able to make a few steps closer to the car that was supposed to be her getaway before seemingly collapsing. The scenario was extremely eventful, and for the wound that was definitely not large, it certainly was bleeding a whole lot. It was particularly painful because he'd cut her nerve. But regardless, the gun was still in her hand, one bullet lodged.. somewhere. In the killer.
However, the idea of being torn to shreds by a chainsaw-wielding psycho was unsettling to say the least. She was still on the stairs when he dashed up to get her, so she took her aim and shot. She didn't know where she hit, but she heard the impact, and frankly didn't care. She then ducked down, sliding (not very gracefully at all) down the stairs. However, part of the saw did make contact with her skin- her upper arm- a thick, messy cut that thankfully wasn't that deep, but still hurt like hell. She managed a scream; it felt like white-hot flames were licking at her fingertips, the searing pain spreading all the way to her shoulder blade, which was interesting considering it was just on part of her arm. She shoved into the doors and staggered outside, with clouded vision working against the woman.
She was able to make a few steps closer to the car that was supposed to be her getaway before seemingly collapsing. The scenario was extremely eventful, and for the wound that was definitely not large, it certainly was bleeding a whole lot. It was particularly painful because he'd cut her nerve. But regardless, the gun was still in her hand, one bullet lodged.. somewhere. In the killer.
Mike had been shot down bein a dead corpse to the exspatations. Mike had then kneeled up seeming like he was resurrected he took of his mask to reveal a billet that dug deep inside his skull but then he started crawling down the steps when he got to the bottom he pulled out his axe then started running out the door of the hotel seeing the people in sight he started running towards the police officer who was facing the opposite direction punching the officer in the face knocking him out. He reached up with all his strength with both hands about to kill vee who was now laying on the ground.
Out of nowhere, a heavy brick collided with Mikes head, easily knocking out (hopefully) the killer. "Vee!" Troy yelled and quickly grabbed her, hauling her up, not nearlY as gentle as before.
His right hand found the gun, and he quickly grabbed it as he whirled about, still holding onto Vee as he pointed the gun at Mike, and began to back up. "Shit... he's just... shaking that off?" Troy muttered in disbelief as he watched the killer survive his attack.
His right hand found the gun, and he quickly grabbed it as he whirled about, still holding onto Vee as he pointed the gun at Mike, and began to back up. "Shit... he's just... shaking that off?" Troy muttered in disbelief as he watched the killer survive his attack.
A chill smothered her spine, running ice cold through her entire body (except her arm. That still was coaxed in flames). The bullet was in his skull. She felt a wave of so many emotions.
Gratitude, to Troy, because he literally just saved her life.
Pride, in herself, because damn! Right in the noggin!
And complete terror mingled with confusion, because oh, God, he just survived a bullet to the skull. The SKULL. What even was this guy? Some sort of mutant?
Gratitude, to Troy, because he literally just saved her life.
Pride, in herself, because damn! Right in the noggin!
And complete terror mingled with confusion, because oh, God, he just survived a bullet to the skull. The SKULL. What even was this guy? Some sort of mutant?
Mike had coffed up blood before starting to crawl towards Troy and vee the bullet from before had fell out from his skull. Mike had then grabbed hammer and started swinging it around wildly at them before throwing the hammer until he heard it hit something he hoped it was what game had thought mike even took his machete and stabbed the car wheel quickly putting it back he even put his axe back before rolling under the car. On the other side of he car mike ran towards the hotel at incredible speed going for his chainsaw.
What Did You Do To Snoke?
Previously Ratbag the Coward
Phoebe snuck into the hotel through a back enterence. She rushed through the piles of dead corpses up to room 666. She found that the gun had been taken and this was Vee's fault. Phoebe grabbed Santiago's golden cross and founnd bags of bullets lying around. She picked them up and then spotted another gun: a second gun, underneath Santiago's bed. It seemed to be a sniper rifle. Why on Earth would he have two guns? What was Santiago up to before Mike had killed him? Phoebe looked at her father's dead corpse. There was something in his pocket.
'The Brotherhood' Then there was a phone number. Phoebe saw Mike approaching in the distance. She had seen how he had taken the bullets of the pistol easily. This needed multiple people on the job...and the police weren't helping...
Phoebe decieded to phone the unusual number. The person on the other side was an old man who was whispering. Phoebe found out that the Brotherhood was an organisation that Santiago had been apart of. Only those who were part of the organisation knew the number and a group of men sounded shocked in the background when Phoebe told of Santiago's death. She told them of her plan to get rid of the killer, Mike, who was now going on a full out attack.
In an instant, a group of helicopters flew towards Phoebe. Their ladders dropped down on the balcony of room 666. "He's approaching the hotel!" Phoebe shouted.
A group of men, young and old, climbed down the ladders. They wore red cloaks/hoodies and wore white masks.
"The brotherhood welcomes you." A man said to Phoebe. Then, all of a sudden, they all said the same thing, before bowing down towards her. "You are the heir...."
"What?"
"Santiago was our leader? Did he not tell you that? And the man you speak of, who has been causing terror...we know who you mean. We have been watching this hotel for a long time now ever since Santiago spoke to us about a murderer."
"There he is!" Phoebe shouted, pointing to the beast of a man.
Phoebe grabbed the sniper rifle and aimed it at Mike. It missed. "Give it me." The man said. The man grabbed the gun and aimed it at Mike but he was much more skilled at handling weapons, as the bullet easily fired at Mike's head. Suddenly, there was a large group of member of the Brotherhood surrounding Phoebe. They showed her that there were there to protect her before pulling out various weapons: guns, knifes, swords, the lot.
'The Brotherhood' Then there was a phone number. Phoebe saw Mike approaching in the distance. She had seen how he had taken the bullets of the pistol easily. This needed multiple people on the job...and the police weren't helping...
Phoebe decieded to phone the unusual number. The person on the other side was an old man who was whispering. Phoebe found out that the Brotherhood was an organisation that Santiago had been apart of. Only those who were part of the organisation knew the number and a group of men sounded shocked in the background when Phoebe told of Santiago's death. She told them of her plan to get rid of the killer, Mike, who was now going on a full out attack.
In an instant, a group of helicopters flew towards Phoebe. Their ladders dropped down on the balcony of room 666. "He's approaching the hotel!" Phoebe shouted.
A group of men, young and old, climbed down the ladders. They wore red cloaks/hoodies and wore white masks.
"The brotherhood welcomes you." A man said to Phoebe. Then, all of a sudden, they all said the same thing, before bowing down towards her. "You are the heir...."
"What?"
"Santiago was our leader? Did he not tell you that? And the man you speak of, who has been causing terror...we know who you mean. We have been watching this hotel for a long time now ever since Santiago spoke to us about a murderer."
"There he is!" Phoebe shouted, pointing to the beast of a man.
Phoebe grabbed the sniper rifle and aimed it at Mike. It missed. "Give it me." The man said. The man grabbed the gun and aimed it at Mike but he was much more skilled at handling weapons, as the bullet easily fired at Mike's head. Suddenly, there was a large group of member of the Brotherhood surrounding Phoebe. They showed her that there were there to protect her before pulling out various weapons: guns, knifes, swords, the lot.
Mike had been shot in through the head by a sniper rifle he had knelled to the ground before falling on the ground. For a good 10 seconds people may have thought he was dead but he twitched and got back up his face looked as though he had been in world war 2 but he just put the mask back on before. He reved up his chainsaw charging at one of the brother hood people sticking his chainsaw in there stomach. Mike started to walk over to the old man before a young man beside him hit his left elbow with a bat. Mike had turned his head slowly at him grabbing him by the neck lifting him up from the ground mike then had both of his thumbs around the mans eyes. in 5 seconds mike was pushing his thumbs in with great force in the eyes sockets. Blood poured onto the floor mike then dropped the man. Mike took his hammer and struck someone in the skull with making it stuck mike pulled it out though spilling blood out of it. Mike then was struck with a sword that came from one side of his stomach to the other. Mike pulled it out spilling out little blood. Mike had then forced the sword down the throat of the one who struck him with it the sword came out the other side of the body spilling out blood. Mike then took his axe decapitating someone with it. After that he faced the four people left 2 dead bodies 1 dinosaur and 1 bitch... Mike took his chainsaw wich was in the person who had it stuck in his stomach. Mike was then shot 12 times persisley mike just took the shots groaning a bit. " My turn" Mike said. Mike then took his chainsaw and stated it up he then ran and struck one of the gaurds with it killing them. Mike then took his knife and stabbed the head of the other one then retrieving his weapons. He had struck the old man with the axe. Leaving it the old man stomach he then stabbed the old man in the face. Then he started the chainsaw cutting the girls body in half. Mike had then pulled the knife out of the old man face. And pulled his axe out of the old mans body. Mike had then walked down the stairs looking at all the dead corpses. He then sensced someone. Mike looked around and saw halt. Mike started up his chainsaw running after halt once more.
Halt stood ready. In fact, while the people were distracting Mike, he made his way back to his work truck. A place with many power tools. Lifting up a Skill Saw, Halt revved it up. "Bring it, clown." He said. "Show you not to mess with rednecks." He ran to the murderer, skill saw on full blast.
The woman had passed out due to blood loss, and was looking very dead, slumped over by the car. The oversized yellow sweater that she wore didn't show the faint rising and falling of her chest at all, and her head had fallen onto her shoulder, eyes gently shut. Her heart was just a feeble flutter in her chest, beating slowly, just managing to keep her alive. Her breathing wasn't noticeable, and even if it was, the huge sweater would've hidden it anyway.
If she'd been able to see herself somehow, she would've truly thought she'd died, because it just... looked like it. Her skin was paler than usual, and her hair spilled down her shoulder.
She was alive, though, which could come as a bit of a surprise to anyone who looked at her.
If she'd been able to see herself somehow, she would've truly thought she'd died, because it just... looked like it. Her skin was paler than usual, and her hair spilled down her shoulder.
She was alive, though, which could come as a bit of a surprise to anyone who looked at her.
What Did You Do To Snoke?
Previously Ratbag the Coward
Phoebe's body was on the floor. She looked at her stomach to find a large cut. Did the killer do this to her? Suddenly members of the Brotherhood surrounded her again. One member of the group aimed a pistol towards Phoebe's head. The next thing Phoebe knew was her head banging on the floor.
"Santiago." The man said, who had shot her.
"Santiago." The man said, who had shot her.
Mike had then ran outside to see his three piglets still sitting there. Mike sneaked up to the police car. He decapitated John who was sitting in the car with his chainsaw through the window. He then went over to Troys side opened the car door. Mike grabbed troy throwing him out of the car lifting up his axe for a brutal swing.
Troy scrambled up and grabbed Vee as he and her fled to the other side of the lot, before turning around to see Mike's funal stand.
Letting out a sigh, he stared at the dead body of Mike, and turned to look at Vee. Without thinking, he wrapped her in a hug, and held her, but as he'd calmed down, it was more gentle. "It's done..." He muttered. "We survived..."
Letting out a sigh, he stared at the dead body of Mike, and turned to look at Vee. Without thinking, he wrapped her in a hug, and held her, but as he'd calmed down, it was more gentle. "It's done..." He muttered. "We survived..."
Around fifteen minutes later, the police finally got through the storm, followed very closely by the ambulances and the news trucks. The injured were taken in the ambulances, Vee with them, the corpses hidden in tarp. Microphones were shoved in the uninjured's faces, screaming questions from newspeople and police alike.
One microphone was shoved into one of the most primary sources available- the writer.
"Sir! Can you describe what you've seen here tonight?" one cried.
"Is anyone still in the hotel?"
"How many deaths have occurred, do you know?"
"Did you personally know anyone who's been killed or injured? Or the murderer?" one yelped, horror in her voice.
People were pushing to crowd around him, asking questions much faster than he could answer them.
The leftover police were miraculously offering rides to the others survivors, considering their tires were all slashed.
And it was over, and it would be for a while.
One microphone was shoved into one of the most primary sources available- the writer.
"Sir! Can you describe what you've seen here tonight?" one cried.
"Is anyone still in the hotel?"
"How many deaths have occurred, do you know?"
"Did you personally know anyone who's been killed or injured? Or the murderer?" one yelped, horror in her voice.
People were pushing to crowd around him, asking questions much faster than he could answer them.
The leftover police were miraculously offering rides to the others survivors, considering their tires were all slashed.
And it was over, and it would be for a while.