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In the blink of an eye, the bullet traveled exactly as predicted, ricocheting off the wall into the kitchen. One small issue.
The killer moved before it could hit his head, as if blessed with supernatural reflexes, he moved as soon as I shot it, which couldn't have been more than a few milliseconds.
Good news was that his reflexes weren't THAT good, and despite moving, his right shoulder took the solemn duty of eating shit.
"OH FUUUUCK!" The killer screamed, holding his shoulder that now sported a cool new steaming hole at its center. "THAT HURTS LIKE HELL! WHAT THE FUCK?!"
I silently appreciated the potency of the bullet. It passed cleanly through bone and tissue, leaving a hole larger than the bullet itself in its wake.
Those [Perfect Stacks] were the real deal. More important yet, since the shot landed, it counted as a [Perfect Shot], which meant that my [Stacks] didn't go away, instead granting me one more, taking the count to 13 [Stacks].
"You fucking PIECE OF SHIT! Came to help your demon worshiper friend, right!? I'LL FUCKING SHOW YOU A REAL PIECE OF GUN!"
As he said this, he produced the gun he was carrying, rushing to the door while his other arm hung limply, useless since his shoulder bone got completely pierced.
Before he even got to pass through the door, I shot again, aim adjusted so the bullet went a bit higher since the guy's now standing.
This time, considering he's good enough to dodge the bullet to the head, I aimed square for the chest.
BANG!
Since the guy was right in front of the door, there wasn't much room to dodge, but he tried anyway.
Moving slightly to his left, the bullet went and grazed his right side.
Still, considering the amount of [Stacks] on the thing, the bullet left behind half a hole where it touched, bleeding and probably hurting like shit.
14 [Stacks].
The killer yelled in pain, but still moved forward, exiting the kitchen while sporting a crazed look.
"You little FUCKER! I will-!"
As he began his tirade and raised his gun in my general direction.
BANG!
Another shot, this one aimed squarely at his hand holding the gun. To my surprise, with this short of a distance, he just hopped to one side and cackled derisively.
"HA! Not gonna catch me like that again, ASSHOLE!"
Fuck, the bullet didn't ricochet anywhere useful. And he raised his gun agai-
I quickly moved aside from the doorway I was shooting from, hiding behind the wall of the entrance hall.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!
Right where I stood, more precisely where my head was, passed five white, shining bullets, landing right on the opposing wall to me. The bullets let out steam, buried in the wall. They emitted their own light.
Those were not normal fucking bullets.
"Ahh~, hiding now, aren't you, FUCKER!? NOT SO BRAVE NOW, HUH!?"
His voice was really pissing me off. Without much to do, I just quickly calculated a trajectory, and shot at the opposing wall.
BANG!
The ricochet bounced the bullet off to the living room, right back at the killer, where he just… sidestepped it, cackling.
"HOW FUCKING BORING! BORING! I'll make you PAY for breaking my fucking arm, you FUCKER!"
Okay, this wasn't fucking working. I needed a less predictable shot.
Before I could shoot again, the killer simply dropped his gun, the weapon clattering against the floor.
"Since you're so FUCKING SHY, I guess I'll have to go find you, RIGHT!?"
He began taking out the handle thing from his pocket. I didn't let this opportunity go to waste, quickly taking a peek outside the cover to get a direct line of sight with the killer and promptly shot at the ceiling.
BANG!
"HA! YOU STU-"
Before he could mock me, his voice turned into a painful scream, as his left knee received a bullet right in the center, landing straight in the bone.
1 [Stack].
The bullet ricocheted off the ceiling, into the floor, then right into his kneecaps. A beautiful shot, really.
"FUCKER! You think you can just SHOOT AN EXORCIST!? I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT-"
I didn't bother letting him finish. I quickly planned the trajectory of another shot, this one direct to his heart, and peeked from cover.
BANG!
"FUCKER!"
Before the bullet reached him, in an action that occurred within less than a second, the killer took out the handle-thing from his pocket and activated it. And from it-
Was that a lightsaber?
Apparently yes, since in less than a second of all this occurring, he managed to actually stop the bullet.
In fact, I think he disintegrated it entirely. All with one swing of the lightsaber.
"You. Are. Fucked."
Even with the injured knee, the killer just threw himself across the living room, rapidly approaching my hiding spot. Before he could, I aimed at the floor behind him.
BANG!
Ricochet off the floor, right into his spine… except he, without turning around and in mid-sprint, just moved his lightsaber and disintegrated the bullet coming behind him.
Uh-oh.
I hurriedly stepped back from my position, running back to the ajar door where I entered from and reaching for my pockets, scrambling to put a new magazine into the gun.
While I fumbled with the gun, the killer finally managed to reach the spot I was hiding this entire encounter.
He smiled as he saw me.
"Hello, there you are, you disgusting fuck. I knew something smelled LIKE SHIT."
As soon as he finished those words, I secured the magazine into the Colt with a satisfying CLICK from the gun.
I looked back at the manic looking killer, one of his arms hanging limply at his side, his shoulder bleeding profusely and staining his uniform, with the same happening to his knee and side.
He was standing resting his weight mostly on just one leg, while he glared at me with a crazed smile.
I looked at him with my most neutral gaze possible, lowering the hand holding my gun so it was pointed to the floor.
"You're one creepy fuck."
BANG!
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