Running, hiding... There's no escape. The doors, windows even the secret exit are all frozen over. We're going to die, but there's one last thing I can do. One last thing I can do to justify this life of mine. After he woke up my new friend split up from me saying he had a plan. I don't know what it is, but it doesn't matter. We can't survive against The Cold Boy, but I know what I can do. Spit is still alive and I'm going to make absolutely sure my last act on this planet is gutting him like the pig he is.
You know... I'm starting to like this maid outfit though. I created this body initially because the idea of killing misogynistic assholes while looking like a girly girl struck me as hilarious. I kind of get the same vibe killing these KRAKEN dicks in the maid outfit.
Sneaking around, using hidden pathways, taking them down one by one, it almost feels like I'm Batman... Except lethal... My maid outfit is starting to get stained red from the blood. No sign of Spit though.
I heard a voice. It's my new friend. I arrived in the entrance way of the base and found him he had some kind of fire going right in front of the door. I was about to call out to him when I suddenly felt something grab me from behind, I struck instinctively and felt the blade slice into flesh and I was released, turning and leveling my knife at Spit who was grasping his arm where the blade had cut a big gash into his arm. He raises his gun aiming it at me.
"You fucking bitch... I'm going to cut off your head and then I'll have my way with your corpse!" classy... I took a step forward and then lunged to the side as he fired, landing on my feet and rushing towards him, slashing at his face, but he caught my wrist stopping my slash, before he could respond though I swung my leg up hitting him directly between the legs, he collapsed to his knees, but didn't let go of my hand so as soon as my foot landed again I brought my knee up slamming it into his face, hearing the satisfying crunch of his nose. At that point he did let go of me and fell onto his ass. It felt really good. All of his strength and size advantage didn't matter in the end. I tried to stab him while he was fallen, but he managed to block with his gun arm, but that made him drop the gun. He swung his arm up and caught me on the cheek knocking me away and he got up holding his bleeding nose. "You b-" he started, but he was caught by surprise as I dashed towards his legs, he moved out of the way in surprise and I grabbed his gun and rolled firing two shots, one into his skull and the other into his gut.
I felt absolute elation as I watched him collapse, "Holy shit" I heard and turned to see my new friend, watching in surprise. I got up and just to look even more badass I proceeded to wipe the blood on the knife off on his corpse. He grinned at the gesture and then the front doors suddenly burst open and we both turned just as a number of Children of The Cold entered.
This was it. Our death, I didn't mind. I'd gotten to kill Spit and I'd gladly accept whatever fate awaited now. It's not like I had much of a choice. I heard a voice,
"You're Genome aren't you?" the voice spoke and I turned and found myself staring into a blurry face. The Cold Boy was standing right in front of me.
"Y... Yes?" I answered my body shaking not from the cold, but from terror.
"How you've fallen," he says and a chill went up my spine, "You're lucky, you and I have a similar motivation. I won't kill you here, but I do need something from you," he says and then pain lanced through my body starting in my right eye. It was like thousands of tiny knives slicing into my eye, I collapsed forward and heard my friend scream my name, the vision in my right eye blurred filling with blood. There was a tearing sensation and I screamed in pain and then watched with my left eye as my right eye pulled out of the socket. It was frozen perfectly solid, like an ice sculpture of an eye. It floated over to The Cold Boy and he grabbed it. I collapsed to the ground, blood leaking from my eye and I heard a gunshot and then felt hands grabbing me.
I woke up a bit later. There was a bandage around my head and my friend entered and seemed happy to see me. I'm... Still not feeling great obviously, but I was able to write up this post. It might be a bit weird... I'm on a couple of pain medications apparently.
Oh and apparently my new friend's name is Drake.
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