Hollow Woods ✔

Killing Spree

~Ex~

I ran out of the building and hopped on my bike. Shoving Tyron's head in the back as I sped off into my birth town.

The place was as I remember, lively with many drug deals going on in the background. I stopped at a deserted corner and parked my bike. Footsteps got louder until they froze a few feet away.

"Long time no see," I turned around and came face to face with an old 'friend.' "How has life been treating you?" I smirked at him and threw the head. It landed at his feet.

He took a minute to look at me but then looked down at the head. It was facing up at him, Tyron's mouth hanging open and his eyes wide, staring up at him. Buster took a step back and looked back up at me. His lips parted to speak but closed a second after. The look on his face changed to that of horror, he took more steps back when I started to walk closer to him.

"What the Fuck!" He took a defensive stance. Was he challenging me?

I started laughing like a mad man. His brows lowered and his eyes now narrow. He set one foot behind him and pulled up his fists to set in a fighting stance.

Idiot

I took my fighting stance and walked a few steps closer, he took steps back. Buster wanted to fight but was scared.

Pussy

This shit was taking too long so I took a big step and delivered a kick to his side. He stumbled back but didn't fall.

The fight was in full swing when we stopped due to a loud shriek from behind us. Buster turned around and that gave me a chance to uppercut him. He fell back rubbing his jaw. I turned to face the girl that shrieked. I slowly walked towards her, she took steps back. Narrowing my eyes seemed to stop the girl in place.

"Phone," I said coldly. Confusion mixed in with her horror on her face. "Give me your phone!" I yelled but not too loud that others around could hear.

She struggled with the device as she pulled it out. She threw it at me and stared at me, I signaled for her to leave. The girl ran faster than I had expected.

Bitch

Buster groans, making me turn around to face him. He's still rubbing his jaw but is now on his feet. Staring daggers is all he can do, although he's only 24, old age does things to you.

"Was she a client," I asked the meaningless question. Of course, the girl was a client. He nods his head and I turn away and start-up my bike.

I ride out of the dark alley and make it seem as if I'm done with him. I made a tight U-turn, stopping at the opening of the alley. I hop off and grab the head. Buster looked confused but as soon as I pulled my gun out he understood perfectly. Slowly I pulled the trigger, this caused him more fear. I smiled innocently and hopped back on my bike. Placing the head in a small compartment. I turned to face Buster for the last time.

"Have a good night."

Before he could process my words, I shot a bullet through his head. His body fell on the floor, his blood staining the dirt under him. I drove down the road and towards the gang house, knowing that everyone would be there.

***

As I said, everyone was gathered in the main bar room. A small and old memory started to pop up in my head. I quickly shook my head to prevent the memory from growing. Picking up the head, I made my way to the door. As I remember, they never lock the door.

Guns can't always protect you

I slowly pushed the door open and I poke my head in. "I'm back," I say softly. Everyone's mouth was wide, too shocked to form words.

I took a look around and saw that no one had a gun, but I do know where they are hidden.

"The Ram," I faced an all to familiar face, Leah. "The Ram is back!" She exclaimed, happiness clear in her voice.

I smiled at them all and stepped inside. Their smiles fell, replaced by confused looks. My smile stays in place and I look at everyone. "Sorry to do this."

I pulled the trigger and his body fell on the floor, blood quickly covering the tiles that made up the ground we walked on.

5

Everyone's eyes slowly moved to look at the man's body. I shot the gun two more times, moving it through the crowd. Two limp bodies hit the floor.

7

They seem to realize what's going on as they all rush to find a gun. I throw Tyron's head on the floor and shoot at whoever moves.

14

Add seven to my belt! Nine dead bodies are on the floor and more are sure to join them soon. Shots flew through the air as they all tried to get a shot on me. I used the dead bodies as shields and shot more members from the side.

17

Soon my gun ran out of ammo so I rushed around the bar and gathered more, reloading my gun and stuffing some extra in my pocket. I'm back to shooting everyone's head and watching as more bodies fall to the floor.

22

The floor no longer cream in color and clean tile but a dark red that had been stained from the death of those who hurt me. They deserve this! I hid behind the bar and started to shoot again.

24

I slammed against the wall as a bullet hit my right shoulder. Looking down at the damage, must have been a novice because the wound was far from bad. I quickly look back up and see a set of eyes that look absolutely horrified. A teen boy stands holding the gun out in my direction, he was the last one standing.

I instantly knew that he was new seeing as he held the gun with both hands and because of the clear fear on his face. Lucky you.

I smirk and duck down, disappearing from his sight. I crawl over to where the boy still stands, gun out and everything. Once I got behind him I wrapped one arm around his neck and applied little pressure. He turns his head to face me, as I study him I realize that he isn't from the streets like everyone else in the bar. For one he smelled good and not like ass, second his clothes were properly washed. He's just here to act cool.

I place a finger over my lips telling him to stay quiet, I take the gun from his hands and let him loose. He stares at me, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. I motion him to follow me with a finger and walk up the stairs to my old room.