Fortnite

Chapter 11

I suddenly had the higher ground on all of my teammates and saw that there was something happening in the horizon. Something purple was coming out of something blue and lifting something that looked like a house up, into the air. I gasped as some of the air whipped past me and went towards the house. The purple thing was acting like a tornado, sucking in the air from everywhere around it. I was thrown off course and was suddenly not on my path towards the city now. I was being pulled towards the house. Only one of my teammates was separated from us.

I snapped out of my flashback and into the present. I looked into my captives eyes, and saw that they had seen the water in my eyes. I was screaming inside my mind, to kill them, to kill them slowly and painfully, Every muscle in my body was aching to pick up the gun, load it slowly and shoot them straight in the head. But I decided that I wouldn't do that.

 I built up to above my pathetic excuse for a home and dropped my gun. I took my heavy sniper rifle, and loaded it with one bullet. I aimed at them. I heard their desperate screams, echoing across the landscape, alerting others about my whereabouts. I shot it quickly and it cut one of the main ropes which were holding both of my captives. They dropped to the ground and looked at me for a minute in a sort of mute horror. Then they ran.

I built a ramp to above the tree, and leaped from tree to tree, like a monkey. I jumped down from the tree, simultaneously deploying my little blue glider. which I still had from two years eleven months and twenty eight days. I landed right in front of my former  captives and took out my gun.

" This is for even thinking that you could kill me." 

From behind my back I took out a heavy shotgun, and shot them both once in the head. To my surprise they didn't die. They remained standing, petrified, frozen in their spot I had shot them in. I built a little hut around both them and me, and then put traps on all sides of the hut.

" See you!" I said in an extremely low and sadistic voice.

And then they collapsed before me, their filthy blood on my T-shirt and jeans. I looked behind me into a blood red wall, filled with chunks of tissue from the heads of the people I had just killed.