December 26, 2023
7:01 AM
Manhattan, New York City, New York
Misho crawled for his life as he was slowly pursued by an alive Bloomington.
"Shit..." Misho grunted as he crawled. He made a blood trail behind him as he crawled.
"You cocky little shit." Bloomington mocked him; "'I'll die but not from you'. You shoulda been at least sure. At least fuck..."
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Misho stopped. Bloomington had fired off three shots out of rage, all of them hit his head. Bloomington breathed in through his mouth as he heard rattling upstairs, which he assumed meant people were looking for him. He hatched a plan after he spotted something. A grenade inside the pocket of Misho.
* * *
"Misho! If you're okay, come up now!" One of Misho's men yelled.
There was no response.
"Men, ready your guns..." The same man, whose name was Lance, said.
"Misho is dead!" They heard a voice yell from the bottom.
Every party in the room had their guns pointed at the hatch that led to the basement. They then heard rattling on the ladder. After the tense moment, there was silence. It was ominous how quiet the room got as many people in the room heard their own blood rushing through their body. All of a sudden, the hatch slammed open and a man came flying out. A barrage of bullets went towards the man. As they shot, Lance noticed something weird.
"Halt!" Lance yelled.
The barrage of bullets ceased. Lance examined the man who was weirdly still standing closely. It was a corpse. The corpse of Misho.
"That's fucking Misho!" Lance yelled.
As he yelled that, he saw a ring fly up through the hatch.
BOOM!
The room went white as 50% of the men in the room turned into baseballs in a baseball game. They went flying. The boom sent Lance through a window. An overweight man then flew up and waved his gun throughout the room. He saw a man that was recovering.
BANG!
Lance spied through the window as this happened. The man that had just caused all of this was Bloomington. He continued to wave his gun around as Lance ran.
* * *
"Motherfuckers." Bloomington muttered to himself.
Bloomington climbed up the ladder fully as he saw a man running in the distance. He recognized him as Lance. Bloomington immediately chased after him. The forest surrounding them made it very hard to see anything. But the sun had just slivered over the horizon a little. It made seeing was easier, obviously. Bloomington was able to make out the noise of a car starting. He then heard a song playing as he stood still.
"Shit!" He heard someone whispering
The song was called Film Credits. The lyrics started;
I spent two days in a bathroom asking you,
"Where did you say we came from?
The song's volume went down, but didn't cease. Bloomington ran towards the noise. He ran through leaves and low hanging branches.
How do you do?"
Looks like
Bloomington then saw Lance, fidgeting his keys around. Lance didn't see him, but he saw Lance.
Not like I was onto nothing
Sit back
"Hey!" Bloomington yelled.
Lance looked up.
BANG!
I'll take myself to bed
Lance saw blood spurt out of his chest as he realized he had been shot. The burning pain didn't reach him yet.
Wake up in the morning, and it's like
I've lived another life with you right by my side
Bloomington advanced further.
But I swear that I heard you just this morning
"I missed your head." He taunted.
BANG!
Through the walls of my apartment, and I laughed
Lance slumped over. He was dead.
Bloomington ran over to the car door and pried Lance's body out of the driver seat.
Then I cried 'cause you haven't been here for years
How did we get here?
Lance lay on the ground as Bloomington allowed the song to continue as he drove, the sunrise acting as a backdrop.
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