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(Continued...)

NIGHTMARE OF DEATH heard the roars of the Magnum on her right. Just then, some twigs creaked on the bushes to her left. Taking her Magnum out, she moved forward very cautiously. An outline dotted the bushes just ahead of her, and she was surprised to find an easy target for herself.

For, THE FLAYED ONE was hiding behind a big tree, surveying all sorroundings on his left and right.

Nightmare aimed her Magnum at Flayed's head, and squeezed the trigger rapidly.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

Flayed had a slight ring of alarm in his mind somewhere and moved forward for an instant. He caught the first three bullets straight on his back, and turned around to catch the other three bullets on his chest and stomach. Flayed tried his best to roll away, realising it was futile. Bleeding profusely, he brought his HPs out and started to patch himself.


SCOUSE MAC heard the shots away on his left, and hurried forward, the beer in his hip flask splashing around. He quickly came face to face with Nightmare and looked over to where Flayed lay, bleeding and patched up in six places. He looked back at Nightmare, who nodded. Scouse aimed at Flayed, and pulled the trigger.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

He stopped. Nightmare looked questioningly at him as he walked forward to the groaning Flayed, who winced as he took more HPs out. Scouse stood on Flayed's face and took his flask out.

"There's nothing better than having a long drink while shooting someone in cold blood," Scouse said to Flayed with a wicked grin, and drank in a huge gulp from his flask.

Flayed looked up, a long, thirsty look coming across his aching facial features.

"Too bad, mi amigo!," Scouse retorted back with a smile, as he lifted his Magnum again.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

Flayed moaned quietly and fell back, breathing loudly. A weak, bloody hand reached for his HPs as Scouse walked back to Nightmare, laughing maniacally while throwing his empty Magnum away.


(To be continued...)