[_____V_____]

(Continued...)


Sector B:

FREAK couldnt believe his luck. For almost 4 hours he roamed aimlessly without finding anyone to target, and he felt listless and bored, body heating up from the sun beating down on him. Sticky and humid weather. He walked towards the river to freshen himself up, and noticed the blood in the water. He took a couple steps back, and looked upstream.

Dude had come floating down, breathing rapidly and totally drenched. He reached for the rocks slightly further from Freak and held onto one, gasping for air. Dude felt funny. It was as if all the strength he had was drained from him. The Predator's blast had taken away his remaining stamina, and he felt very weak and ill, fighting away waves of nauseating darkness.

Freak lifted his machine gun, and aimed directly at Dude.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

Dude didnt even budge, nor did he do anything to dodge the bullets which raced through the air, hungry for his blood. The bullets ripped into his back, hips, sides and thighs, and Dude flopped around groaning. His last 10 HPs were not enough to cover all his bullet wounds, and his body started to spasm. He let go of the rock he was holding onto, and the currents slowly pulled him back into the river. He floated down again, fighting back huge waves of darkness and bleeding profusely, trying to hang on to dear life.

His HPs, and his luck, had finally run out.


Sector A:


Dude was going through severe spasms and throes. He had almost all of his life snuffed out of him, but was trying to hold on to a faint flicker inside him. His torn shirt caught on something and Dude's body came to a standstill. Almost immediately, a shadow fell across him.

"Shall we call this...poetic justice?" the stranger said softly.

Dude opened one eye feebly to look at him. SCOUSE MAC looked back, and smiled wickedly, one eyebrow raised.

Dude sighed deeply once. Scouse took out the Magnum, and aimed it at Dude.

"I am cashing you out, Dude!" Scouse's voice had a tinge of sarcasm.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

10 Magnum bullets ripped into Dude's body and left it a bloody pulp. Dude felt the darkness envelop him from all sides, and Scouse pointed straight at Dude's head.

"Asta la vista, baby!"

BLAM!! BLAM!!

Both bullets tore into Dude's skull, ripping it apart and blasting his brains out.


DUDE GUADALUPE IS DEAD!!!


(To Be Continued...)