Crosswalk: Ultimate Duels

Boiling Point

"I guess there isn't much you can do now, young pup," his grin is really annoying. And pup? For someone ready to kill, he has a poor array of insults. Forget that though, he's coming for me, really slowly, and I can't escape this paint, it acts like some sort of glue at the bottom and some sort of wall at the top. I could escape the "wall" if it wasn't for the gluey sides and bottom. And what's that weird makeup he's wearing? Is he cosplaying?

"Your insults suck man," maybe this will distract him so I can figure something out.

"Is that so? Well, it doesn't matter since the only ones who listen to them, are dead," his grin remains obnoxious. His voice is pretty nice though, I bet we could've had a nice talk, if he wasn't a murderer. But that bought me some time. What's around me, what can I use?... Nothing! It's a damn crosswalk, and this guy got me stuck inside one of these lines. How is that even possible?

"Oh ho. You seem confused, puppy." his insults still suck, and that predatory look makes it worse, the balding spot at the center of the head doesn't help either. "I can control the white lines of the crosswalk, make them stretchier or sturdier. So, I stretched one of them at the bottom, then made it be sturdier at the top, it allowed me to-". Okay he's talking to himself. What is there to do? "You're not listening are you?"

"Huh? Oh no, definitely. You stuck me in here and now you want to kill me." Damn it. I can't shake it off, it's like being stuck in glue at the bottom and cement at the top.

"This is why I chose to kill you, kitten." Christ almighty "I can't stand people who don't listen to what I say. It drives me mad! Do you know how it feels to be ignored by those around you? All I hear is "Uh, huh." and "Cool, yeah.". Do I not deserve to be listened?!" he's angry now. But maybe this...

"What do you want to talk about man? I'm here to listen." this should draw some more time, perhaps someone will walk by.

"You want to listen...? Really?!" he seems excited, even with that weird, gross look, his eyes seem to glitter.

"Yeah man. I don't have many...well any friends. So I would be happy to listen to what you have to say." not really but maybe this will allow me to-

"You have no idea...just how long I've been waiting to talk with someone about my thesis on Wars of Stars!" oh no. I get that my life hangs into me listening to this guy. But I have this bad habit I developed, where I can't listen to something I'm not interested in for...longer than thirty seconds.

"And he was throwing his saber, so I know for sure it wasn't a fluke!" was he talking already?! Never mind thirty seconds, this guy activated my habit in less than two seconds. Think, think! My clothes! I have this lube in my pocket. If only I can reach it...

"Liar!" that almost scared me. "You said you would listen, but you did not! How dare you?! After I poured my heart to tell you about Zakin and-" not good, he made me drift away once more. My eyes are on him, yet it's like his screaming, kicking and knife swinging don't even exist. It's really like the rest of my life...

3 days ago

*In other news, the Crosswalk Killer adds to their number of victims. It is unknown how these crimes happen during daytime as the bodies are fou-* that's enough news for my morning.

My name is Christian. I live in a large city, in a decent apartment. I've been single ever since I moved out from my hometown, although my looks are not half bad. Of course, looks are not an issue, I maintain myself pretty well and I like to maintain a clean environment around me. Problem is, of course, my damn job. In order to upkeep my standards, I have to work twelve hours a day. Six, sometimes seven, days a week. 

The working schedule is all over the place as well, so I can't even make plans, friends or have a girlfriend. You may wonder why I haven't stayed a bit longer with my parents. Well, that's because I thought it was about time to move out. It wasn't even that my parents kicked me or something. It's just that my friends have left town and since I was twenty at the time I left, now twenty four, I can't imagine myself back with them. I couldn't since the day I decided so. Foolish for some, but it's the way I live. As to why I haven't quit my job, I just don't know what else to work as. I know how to do one thing, so I do it until I learn to do something else.