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Zulu: Grand Finale (Pt. 5)
Listen to while reading to enhance mood: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzwY6s1yQjQ
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Blitzkrieg grabs me and tackles me to the ground. His hands leap to my throat, but with what little remain strength I have, I boot him in the gut, and he stumbles back a bit. Suddenly flooded with adrenaline, I dash for him and grab him by the wrists. He's not particularly heavy, but he's strong, likely just enhanced.
I swing him over my head by the wrists and send him crashing into his desk. I let out a massive scream afterwards; I've just about torn my back muscles to shreds and my arms just feel...well... dead.
"Whore!! You shall pay! Start running, mien leibling, because when I get ahold of you again... you're dead....!"
I start to run, but then my sudden burst of adrenaline leaves me, as I slump to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Blitzkrieg stands over me, grinning.
"Get up." He says, sneering. I don't budge.
"I said... get... up!!" He says, louder. He kicks me hard in the side, and I swear I feel ribs shatter. He kicks again, this time breaking my nose. I don't cry outer show pain; I can't give him that.
"Must I MAKE you get up, you worthless mongrel? Inbreds must listen to their Aryan masters, Zulu, you know this by now, don't you?"
"F-f-fuck....you..." I mutter with what little energy I have.
"Sorry, what was that?" He kicks me hard in the stomach, and blood begins to run out my mouth. I can't move. Everything is painful all of a sudden. "Repeat, please!"He screams in my face, cackling with laughter.
He grabs me by the throat and hoists me up and holds me there, staring dead in my face. Through my blurry vision, I can see all the disgusting scars and wrinkles and evil laugh lines on his face. His shit-brown eyes stare at me, unblinking. Until now I never noticed one eye of his was missing an eyelid. He brings me closer and speaks right to me. His breath smells disgusting as well; like liverwurst and cheap beer.
"Mein leibling, you have caused a great deal of trouble within my happy city... wounded civilians, killed the captain of my guard, destroyed property... the list goes on! Anyhow, Zulu... I sentence you to die. Any last words?"
He squeezes my throat tighter, making it impossible for me to speak. I gasp and wheeze, and he grins.
"Ah yes, thought so..."
Suddenly, the door bursts open and a blurry dark figure stands there. Jerrick?! It holds a gun, but from where I am and with my fading vision, it looks exactly like him and then--
BANG!
Zulu: Grand Finale (Pt. 5)
Listen to while reading to enhance mood: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzwY6s1yQjQ
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Blitzkrieg grabs me and tackles me to the ground. His hands leap to my throat, but with what little remain strength I have, I boot him in the gut, and he stumbles back a bit. Suddenly flooded with adrenaline, I dash for him and grab him by the wrists. He's not particularly heavy, but he's strong, likely just enhanced.
I swing him over my head by the wrists and send him crashing into his desk. I let out a massive scream afterwards; I've just about torn my back muscles to shreds and my arms just feel...well... dead.
"Whore!! You shall pay! Start running, mien leibling, because when I get ahold of you again... you're dead....!"
I start to run, but then my sudden burst of adrenaline leaves me, as I slump to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Blitzkrieg stands over me, grinning.
"Get up." He says, sneering. I don't budge.
"I said... get... up!!" He says, louder. He kicks me hard in the side, and I swear I feel ribs shatter. He kicks again, this time breaking my nose. I don't cry outer show pain; I can't give him that.
"Must I MAKE you get up, you worthless mongrel? Inbreds must listen to their Aryan masters, Zulu, you know this by now, don't you?"
"F-f-fuck....you..." I mutter with what little energy I have.
"Sorry, what was that?" He kicks me hard in the stomach, and blood begins to run out my mouth. I can't move. Everything is painful all of a sudden. "Repeat, please!"He screams in my face, cackling with laughter.
He grabs me by the throat and hoists me up and holds me there, staring dead in my face. Through my blurry vision, I can see all the disgusting scars and wrinkles and evil laugh lines on his face. His shit-brown eyes stare at me, unblinking. Until now I never noticed one eye of his was missing an eyelid. He brings me closer and speaks right to me. His breath smells disgusting as well; like liverwurst and cheap beer.
"Mein leibling, you have caused a great deal of trouble within my happy city... wounded civilians, killed the captain of my guard, destroyed property... the list goes on! Anyhow, Zulu... I sentence you to die. Any last words?"
He squeezes my throat tighter, making it impossible for me to speak. I gasp and wheeze, and he grins.
"Ah yes, thought so..."
Suddenly, the door bursts open and a blurry dark figure stands there. Jerrick?! It holds a gun, but from where I am and with my fading vision, it looks exactly like him and then--
BANG!