Post by Gunn on Jun 15, 2004 14:39:06 GMT -5
The first body he found was Nowhere Man. He lay limply across one of the few chairs that hadn’t been broken in the fight. His throat brutally slashed and one of his hands missing. Nowhere Man’s remaining hand still clutched a .45, which had been emptied in the fight. The clip now sat just a few inches from the barrel where it had fallen when ejected from the gun.
Less than a few feet away from Nowhere Man’s corpse lay a young woman. Gunn couldn’t quite tell who it was due to the fact that her face had been torn off. Her eyes now remained in her skull, fixing an unblinking stare on a dead Neutral Town SWAT officer. The officer was no longer wearing his vest, or his weapons; most likely stripped off of him by a patron in need.
Gunn took a few more steps into the carnage, seeing a few hands hanging from the rafters. Squall’s body lay draped across a beam, with his left arm hanging down. His right still clutched his gunblade which had become lodged in one of the support beams during a hard swing. Blood stained the blade horribly, and had actually caused it to melt.
Gunn flashed his stolen flashlight around the room a little more. He was a silver eyed demon carrying a torch through one of the lowest pits of Hell. Yet, somehow it was ironic that he felt sorrow seeing the bodies of people he’d not only dismembered in the past, but enjoyed killing on a monthly basis.
Aries hung in front of him, behind the bar. He’d been strung up on his own bungee cord. The capillaries of his eyes had burst, leaving a horrid looking red starburst surrounding his pupils. His mouth was open in a silent scream that would have deafened the dead if they could hear it. For the first time in years, Gunn looked upon Aries’ corpse with sympathy.
Less than a few feet away from Nowhere Man’s corpse lay a young woman. Gunn couldn’t quite tell who it was due to the fact that her face had been torn off. Her eyes now remained in her skull, fixing an unblinking stare on a dead Neutral Town SWAT officer. The officer was no longer wearing his vest, or his weapons; most likely stripped off of him by a patron in need.
Gunn took a few more steps into the carnage, seeing a few hands hanging from the rafters. Squall’s body lay draped across a beam, with his left arm hanging down. His right still clutched his gunblade which had become lodged in one of the support beams during a hard swing. Blood stained the blade horribly, and had actually caused it to melt.
Gunn flashed his stolen flashlight around the room a little more. He was a silver eyed demon carrying a torch through one of the lowest pits of Hell. Yet, somehow it was ironic that he felt sorrow seeing the bodies of people he’d not only dismembered in the past, but enjoyed killing on a monthly basis.
Aries hung in front of him, behind the bar. He’d been strung up on his own bungee cord. The capillaries of his eyes had burst, leaving a horrid looking red starburst surrounding his pupils. His mouth was open in a silent scream that would have deafened the dead if they could hear it. For the first time in years, Gunn looked upon Aries’ corpse with sympathy.