Mr.Self Destruct
Chosen Undead
Chris grimaced at the sight of Daryl's corpse, slumped against the wall in a gathering pool of maroon. His jaw hanging open, and his glazed-over eyes staring blankly at nothing. Billy had a thing for cutting throats, he'd do it often, many times halfway so that his victims passed slowly. He'd always watch them thrash about on the floor, trying to plug up the hole in their throats until their choking cries would cease; and their body still.
Christopher shook his head as Clint went off on a series of insults, bluffs and half-threats. Raiders were ego-maniacs, up there with New Vegas casino-regulars. They definitely did not take kindly to the sort of stuff Clint was barking, but somewhere in his words Chris thought he heard a plan forming. As if the drug dealer knew what he was doing.
"So how do you know my old boy, Chris? Hmm?" Billy said, hand clamped around Clint's neck. "I was going to kill him. For money." Christopher called out before Clint could respond. Billy swiveled his head around to glance at Chris for a moment, before turning back to Clint. "That true?" "It is boss, when we found them Chris hadda' gun to 'em." The other Raider said, standing watch by the door.
Billy stood, looking a bit taken off. He paced for a moment, seeming to contemplate what his next move would be. Then he got that look, like a lightbulb going off in his head; one Chris was all too familiar with. "So, my boy Chris decides he's a hitman now? Too fluffin' proud to roll with us? Not enough piano wire and fluffin' suits for you?" Billy said, approaching Christopher. "Tell you what, junkie-- whatever your fluffing name is. I'll give you one chance." Billy said with a maniacal smirk. "Set 'em loose."
For a moment, the other raider looked at Billy dumbfounded. "Boss, we co--" "I said set him fluffing loose!" Billy roared, the raider visibly flinching as he did. Without further input, he hurried over to Clint and undid his bounds. "Now stand up. I'm not done with you yet." Billy said, pulling the gun from his belt and putting it to Clint's face.
Billy stood still for a moment, holding the muzzle against Clint's forehead. Until he suddenly flipped the gun around, so that the grip was facing Clint. "Take it." Billy instructed, and Clint did. Warily grabbing the gun.
"Now..." Billy said, stepping aside so that Clint and Chris were directly across from each other. "Kill him, and you go free." Billy said with a smile.
Christopher shook his head as Clint went off on a series of insults, bluffs and half-threats. Raiders were ego-maniacs, up there with New Vegas casino-regulars. They definitely did not take kindly to the sort of stuff Clint was barking, but somewhere in his words Chris thought he heard a plan forming. As if the drug dealer knew what he was doing.
"So how do you know my old boy, Chris? Hmm?" Billy said, hand clamped around Clint's neck. "I was going to kill him. For money." Christopher called out before Clint could respond. Billy swiveled his head around to glance at Chris for a moment, before turning back to Clint. "That true?" "It is boss, when we found them Chris hadda' gun to 'em." The other Raider said, standing watch by the door.
Billy stood, looking a bit taken off. He paced for a moment, seeming to contemplate what his next move would be. Then he got that look, like a lightbulb going off in his head; one Chris was all too familiar with. "So, my boy Chris decides he's a hitman now? Too fluffin' proud to roll with us? Not enough piano wire and fluffin' suits for you?" Billy said, approaching Christopher. "Tell you what, junkie-- whatever your fluffing name is. I'll give you one chance." Billy said with a maniacal smirk. "Set 'em loose."
For a moment, the other raider looked at Billy dumbfounded. "Boss, we co--" "I said set him fluffing loose!" Billy roared, the raider visibly flinching as he did. Without further input, he hurried over to Clint and undid his bounds. "Now stand up. I'm not done with you yet." Billy said, pulling the gun from his belt and putting it to Clint's face.
Billy stood still for a moment, holding the muzzle against Clint's forehead. Until he suddenly flipped the gun around, so that the grip was facing Clint. "Take it." Billy instructed, and Clint did. Warily grabbing the gun.
"Now..." Billy said, stepping aside so that Clint and Chris were directly across from each other. "Kill him, and you go free." Billy said with a smile.