Path of Vengeance

IV Confrontation

Not a moment after he manually blew out the metal BBs that ruptured his nasal cavity, he looked towards the end of his room and saw a hamster whom he hardly recognized. His ears became hot and his hands began to shake. He could feel his face becoming sore all over from the temporary overabundance of welts dotting his cheeks, forehead and nose. A white, smoke-like mist was still present and trailing out of the Airsoft grenade. All of the sudden, Fatty began to speak.

"Jerry Taback. It's been quite a while, hasn't it?" The little rodent began approaching the tall and slender Jerry. The teenager could hardly process what was happening, so he let the animal before him continue speaking while backing up against his desk in shock. "You know, I've got to give it to you: you've got skills. You can take out an entire platoon of the undead with a single 9mm bullet based on what I've seen. But that's in the virtual world, am I right? Well guess what shitlips, YOU'RE IN THE REAL WORLD NOW!"

Jerry blinked rapidly, finally gaining the courage to speak up. "H-hi there, m-mister...?"

"For gods sake, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO GAVE ME SUCH AN INSULTING NAME!" Fatty stamped his little feet like an enraged toddler, which made Jerry jolt.

"Fuck, dude! What do you want with me?"

By now the two were exactly six feet apart. Fatty was 100% aware he could get brutally stomped on any given moment, but he knew Jerry was too taken aback to think of any reasonable strategy. "You, Jerry Taback — master of video games and social parasite — will be subjected to an eternity of merciless torment. This is what you'll get for neglecting me, a fellow living being with feelings!"

Jerry's face was red with fright and occupied with numerous painful welts. "This makes no fucking sense. How...how is this possible? I don't even know what I did to you!"

Fatty craned his head downward slowly and chuckled. "Just goes to show how much you suck at life, Sherry. Always forgetful, horribly selfish and all around a pretty unlikeable person. Tell me, what does your mother think about you?"

Unexpectedly, Jerry swallowed and his jaw hardened. Reaching for the used Airsoft grenade he swiftly chucked it at the fiend standing before him. Fatty countered this by doing a spinning hook kick, warding off the large projectile and landing back into a basic fighting stance. Jerry was obviously not pleased with that comment, "You bag of dicks! I'm perfectly capable of ripping your body apart. What's up? What are you gonna do about that, buttface?"

"Jerry, Jerry...Jerry. My vocabulary is far superior to yours, and so is my intelligence. You've spent so much time on that PC of yours as opposed to me — who has been plotting my revenge for a long time. Longer than you could ever imagine. You could argue that my perception of time is largely different and that I'm blowing things out of proportion, but the point is that all I wanted was

love. That one time in which you held me was the only moment that I really felt alive. Eating your own feces and household carpeting really changes you, ya know? It's just too bad we missed out on becoming good friends. Now you'll succumb to the almighty consequences!"

"I think I'm starting to remember now." Jerry perked up at the thought, which the little hamster did not expect. "Fatty, was it?"

"Alright cunt, let's settle this once and for all!" And with that out of the way, Fatty charged forth like a bloodthirsty bull. As intellectual as Fatty was compared to other animals, anger tended to cloud the way he originally planned to go about things. Given this factor, Jerry had no trouble swinging his foot back and bringing it up right into Fatty's puny stomach at records speed. The pain he felt in his abdomen was so severe that Fatty felt as if time had slowed down to let him experience the entirety of it all. Before he knew it, he was slumped against the opposite wall, groaning in agony.

Coughing like mad, he spoke solemnly. "You...you really got me. Da...damn, you really are a real son of a—" before he could conclude his sentence, he expelled approximately a teaspoon of hamster vomit. Despite the devastating blow to his body, Fatty sprang up, still determined to finish what he started, "bitch."