Others Like Me - Hotline Miami Fanfiction

Chapter 19

Alex grinned ear to ear as she slowly followed the streaks of blood through the hallway. The trail lead Alex and Ash back to the main floor of the strip club, where the crippled mobster crawled, face first, across the dance floor. The twins watched in amusement as the mobster smeared two red lines with his blown out knees as he dragged his body across the floor.

Alex walked around the bloody trails before matching the pitiful speed of the crawling mobster. She revved the saw, letting the crawling man know she was there. The mobster gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes, in focused frustration. He continued to reach up with his elbows and forearms to drag the rest of his body foreword, using his injured legs as little as possible and moving only a few inches at a time.

He seemed to be trying to shut out the rest of the world, motivated by the fantasy he could somehow crawl to safety. Alex almost felt a bit of admiration for the man's mindless optimism. Almost.

She stomped her heavy steel toed boot on the back of the mobster's blown out knee, grinding her heel painfully on the bullet wound. The mobster squealed in pain as his fingers clawed at the ground. Alex revved the saw before reaching the hungry spinning teeth down against the back of the mobster's thighs. The mobster screamed through gritted teeth, as the saw blades whirled through the flesh of his thigh, shearing through the bone, as the ravenous saw blades passed through his legs, one after the other.

The mobster never stopped trying to crawl away. Driven by adrenaline as his mind was swallowed by shock, he pulled his mutilated body from his severed limbs. The mobster crawled for awhile before finally resting his head down on the concrete floor, thankfully embracing the loss of consciousness and the awaiting oblivion.

Alex was on cloud nine as she stepped away from the legless mobster. She watched as the severed arteries pumped the precious lifeblood from the mobster's stumps, pooling a great red puddle between the man and his appendages. Ash's arm reached foreword and gripped her shoulder pad, halting her dead in her tracks as her foot stepped in the red pool running against her feet. He stepped to her side and pointed with his pistol at the hallway that lead to an unexplored area of the club, and to the open curtains where they had first emerged. A quick scan of the area in front of her told Alex everything. There was another player in the game.

Spatters of blood stained the curtain, bunched to the far side of the archway, and large chunks of the wall were damaged and littered with holes. That wasnt there earlier, this shootout was recent, so recent they must have just missed it. Alex could vaguely remember hearing gunshots and yelling while she and her dear brother picked apart the mobster's cowering in the back rooms. She had thought nothing about it at the time because she was busy losing herself in all the carnage and wondrous screaming. Thankfully, Ash, always the level head, had remembered for his blood thirsty sister.

They crept towards the hallway unexplored hallway, looking left and right so as to always have a pair of eyes in one direction at a time. Alex smiled to herself, as she turned towards the bullet ravaged body slumped against the wall. Behind her, her brother turned away from the blood spattered wall towards the exit and met her gaze. She grinned with her eyes at him, and her brother nodded. They could feel a familiar savagery from the scene. Pent up rage was left like a calling card on the bloody body slumped against the wall. They both knew, that Mark had freed himself, and gotten in on the fun.

Alex smirked as she continued to stare at the pile of meat and bullet holes that had once been a human being. While his sister was distracted, Ash checked the doorway on their right. He narrowed his eyes under his mask as he scanned the room. He touched her shoulder pad and pointed into the room. Alex turned from the perforated body and glanced into the room.