Sirens

Chapter 31: Who's Going Down

-----No one's point of view-----

Down in the med room was Nogla and tomboy. Nogla still working on tomboys next bullet wound cleaning it out and then stitching it up and as he did tomboy was full of pain, and rage. Each time Nogla put another stitch in her she tried to brake free of the straps to take out her anger she had.

Small blood drops stained Nogla's white t-shirt, and his hands were incased in tomboys blood. He wiped his head with his hand not realizing he had just put blood onto his forehead. "Aw fuck." Nogla said as he looked at his hand seeing a clean spot on it.
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Brock, Patrick, and wildcat were in the kitchen playing a game of poker to pass some time.

Wildcat seemed like he didn't trust Patrick too much, but tried his best to be nice towards him. Only because he was tomboys friend and currently tomboy is pissed at Evan and he doesn't want any of her anger.

Patrick felt as if he couldn't trust anyone besides brock and tomboy, and wildcat starring at him didn't help.

Brock was a bit sweaty due to him worrying about tomboy, but tried to keep his mind off it by talking to Patrick and wildcat as they played their card game. There was a pile of junk food in the center of the table and brock threw in a bag of potato chips.

"BAM!! Full house bitches!! I win!" Wildcat yelled in excitement throwing down his hand showing he had three different two's.(2-♠♦♣) and two different nines. (9-♠♦) two of clubs, two of diamonds, two of spades, nine of clubs, and the nine of diamonds.

He wrapped his arms around the pile of junk food and brought it to his side of the table. "Hold up wildcat." Brock said with a sly smirk on his face.

He laid his hand down on the table and wildcat began to look at it. Straight flushed. Brocks hand was five, six, seven, eight, and nine of clubs. (5-♣ 6-♣ 7-♣ 8-♣ 9-♣)

"You're fucking kidding me..." He threw himself back into his chair and sat back. "Better luck next time buddy." Brock then began to hug the pile of food and brought it towards him.

"Brock?" Patrick said to get moo's attention. "Yes?" Brock turned his head towards patrick as he was sliding his hand towards him. Brock looked at the table and seen that he had just got royally flushed. Patricks hand was a ten, jack, queen, king, and ace of diamonds. (10-♦ J-♦ Q-♦ K-♦ A-♦)

Patrick patted brocks shoulder. "Better luck next time buddy." He said with a smirk and grabbed the junk food. Brock got up and began to shake patrick back and fourth. He had his hands around Patrick's neck, but wasn't choking him just playfully shaking him. "You asshole! I know you cheated!" He said as patrick was being tossed back and forth in his chair. "I. Didn't. Cheat. GAK."

As moo playfully strangled patrick wildcat was dieing in his chair. As he was laughing he lost balance of his chair and fell backwards onto the floor causing moo to stop and begin to laugh at him and so did patrick.
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Terroriser was in the bath room still being sick. His head hung above the toilet and his eyes were half way shut as if he was going to fall asleep.

"Why must I hate blood? It didn't bother me when I was killing those agents at the R.W. building... Maybe it was because I could see inside tomboys wound... Oh god."

Terroriser's eyes widened and as he thought of tomboys wound, he plunged his head into the toilet. "Hahskfbbdadhswj." (That's not what he said, but that's how I imagine how people throw up.) The water mixed in with vomit and terroriser flushed and it swirled down the drain. He wiped his mouth with his hand. "Yup, it was seeing the inside of tomboys wound...uhhggg." He groaned at the end.
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In the living room was delirious and lui. Both sitting on the couch playing mortal kombat.