”I’ve heard rumors you‘re quite the comedian in dire situations, Mr Harrington. Given how quickly I sacrificed your colleagues and you’re current situation as you lay upon this dirty field.. why not humor me with your witty remarks. Perhaps something about my accent, some joke about drinking tea, maybe the go to for the American stable joke about throwing tea into a harbor.. Americans seem to enjoy that one. Come Come Mr.Harrington, before you bleed out in this maze of corn.”
//I was advised I didnt have to draw a response, and to go ahead and write, so I will :) I havent gotten the chance to actually write something in awhile, letss go//
All Steve could hear was the killer’s obnoxious rambling being mixed with the high pitch ring that were coming within his ears. That along with the large amounts of pain he was feeling, it was torture. With a wheezing cough and a sharp gasp for air, Steve turned to speak. His eye brow furrowed, he wasn’t amused. “Its kinda hard to do so.. when the person in question is practically begging for it.” He scoffed, spitting out blood as he rolled back to his side. A few moments of silence before he gave a cheeky smirk. He knew his time was ending but he couldn’t just leave him with that. As the colors began to fade, Steve parted his lips. “It’s very obvious that the only way you can get off is when someone is flaming you...”
He couldn’t help but weakly chuckle, thinking that was the best he could do. “Now...get away from me, so I can perish in peace, please”
