You’re pretty satisfied with serving on your knees most of the time, huh? ( computerwhiz )
“F-FUCK YOU.” christ, this hurt like hell. it was probably a bad idea to get into a fight in a place that’s mostly populated with DECKERS but there were just some things out of their control. hopefully help had to arrive soon- with all the gunshots and other violent sounds that broke in the alleyway. they were sitting on their knees- being knocked down constantly. ALLY KNEW THEIR DEATH WASN’T GOING TO BE QUICK.
whether that was a bad thing or not is up for debate.
“i could- s-say the same thing about you, and… the f-fuckin’ band of MISFITS you are.” there was so much blood pooling out of them, bright- almost SPARKLY like the best red-coated oil. it wasn’t normal. “..y- you know, i- if the saints didn’t find me first, i… i could have been with you guys.”
“t- too bad i don’t associate with CYBER CRYBABIES.” please, just make this quick. they don’t want to suffer anymore. if begging doesn’t work, then pissing a bunch of teenagers with guns off will.