~the anger cont'd
As he rounded the corner, he saw a girl with a guy clinging to her. She seemed to be happy, but not exactly comfortable with his presence. But Delore felt something was wrong. Like a sixth sense. That guy wasnt in this for love. That was certain. In fact, it was almost certain that he'd do almost anything to get into her pants tonight.
Delore scanned the area, it was still fairly populated. But since this was his neighbourhood and it was practically his home, it wasnt like his heart was in the place he lived.
The guy was pulling her into a street alley, Delore knew for a fact that the alley was a dead end, he could also see that the girl didnt really want to go in.
The guy said something to persuade her and she seemed resigned as he walked her in there.
The alley was far from most people's homes. It was perfect to let a guy scream in there and noone would hear, let alone have a clue.
Delore followed them in, his blade at the ready. That was until he saw that there were three other guys in there. The girl froze and the guy, who still had his arm around her, practically dragged her towards them.
When the initial shock had warn off, the girl started screaming and kicking. The men just laughed. Delore figured that the best chance would be to use suprise and his knowledge of the area to catch them. They probably didnt know that it was a dead end.
Carefully, when the girl's screaming had dinned a bit, Delore hid and cupped his hands to his mouth to make his voice carry.
"This is the police, stop where you are and put your hands up!" he yelled.
As predicted, the men ran off as fast as possible, but the girl had finally managed to kick her captor in the groin and he doubled over in pain. That was one down, he had three more to kill or at least maim.
Flashin his knife, he ran by the man and stabbed him quickly before chasing after the other men. It seemed that they had decided that it was every man for themselves. One of the other men had been hurt and left behind. Probably to give themselves more time to run.
Delore flicked the blade across the man's neck and ran on. There's two left.
They were nearing the end of the alley. With quick thinking, he yelled out.
"Stop! Police!"
He heard a scuffle, probably preparing to ambush him.
"Men, you two continue, we'll back you up!" he bellowed. He threw two rocks to make it sound like his orders were being followed. When the scuffling had stopped, He walked himself, making scuffling noises.
One of the men lost nerve and ran out. Immediately, Delore threw his knife at the man's throat and he gurgled as he fell.
Now it was a very compromising situation. There was one left. The man was possibly armed and was probably stronger than him. Taking the worst scenario, the man was fully trained in shooting, had perfect aim and was carrying a gun. Currently, possibly thinking that there was more than one cop and also that Delore was supposed to be armed.
Delore looked at where the man lay, his only weapon was there. He considered his options. He could reveal himself to being alone by grabbing his knife, but therefore would also put his life in danger. It wasnt that he loved life, in fact he didnt mind dying, he was going to die anyway.
Shrugging off the coming fear he picked up a rock that he had scuffled over here. He picked up a can that was left here for trash and threw it up and out to have the light that shined above glint at it in many angles. He hoped that the man would be shocked or stunned long enough to grab his blade.
As he charged by and picked up his knife he threw out the rock at the only possible hiding place he knew in the entire alley. A thud was heard as it contacted human flesh and a yelp was heard as the man tried to rub his wound and run at the same time.
Spinning around, Delore loosened his hold on the blade and it gave a soft thud as it went into the man's chest. Delore panted. His adrenaline wearing off, he strode forward to pick up his blade.
He looked around, four men dead and he felt slightly edgy. He needed more, this wasnt enough, he needed more death, more carnage, more pain.
He wandered back down the alley, there were no street lights further up and it was getting darker since the light was behind him.
The girl had run off, possibly out of fear, probably just to get away from this place. It didnt matter much to him, he didnt care enough.
He walked out of the alley and saw that the closest street light was a good fifty metres away. It was the last one for this street.
He turned away from the light and headed into the park, where he had been yesterday, where he had been headed until he was disrupted.
He felt more than saw someone sitting there. He flicked out his blade, his next victim was already lined up for him.
Delore scanned the area, it was still fairly populated. But since this was his neighbourhood and it was practically his home, it wasnt like his heart was in the place he lived.
The guy was pulling her into a street alley, Delore knew for a fact that the alley was a dead end, he could also see that the girl didnt really want to go in.
The guy said something to persuade her and she seemed resigned as he walked her in there.
The alley was far from most people's homes. It was perfect to let a guy scream in there and noone would hear, let alone have a clue.
Delore followed them in, his blade at the ready. That was until he saw that there were three other guys in there. The girl froze and the guy, who still had his arm around her, practically dragged her towards them.
When the initial shock had warn off, the girl started screaming and kicking. The men just laughed. Delore figured that the best chance would be to use suprise and his knowledge of the area to catch them. They probably didnt know that it was a dead end.
Carefully, when the girl's screaming had dinned a bit, Delore hid and cupped his hands to his mouth to make his voice carry.
"This is the police, stop where you are and put your hands up!" he yelled.
As predicted, the men ran off as fast as possible, but the girl had finally managed to kick her captor in the groin and he doubled over in pain. That was one down, he had three more to kill or at least maim.
Flashin his knife, he ran by the man and stabbed him quickly before chasing after the other men. It seemed that they had decided that it was every man for themselves. One of the other men had been hurt and left behind. Probably to give themselves more time to run.
Delore flicked the blade across the man's neck and ran on. There's two left.
They were nearing the end of the alley. With quick thinking, he yelled out.
"Stop! Police!"
He heard a scuffle, probably preparing to ambush him.
"Men, you two continue, we'll back you up!" he bellowed. He threw two rocks to make it sound like his orders were being followed. When the scuffling had stopped, He walked himself, making scuffling noises.
One of the men lost nerve and ran out. Immediately, Delore threw his knife at the man's throat and he gurgled as he fell.
Now it was a very compromising situation. There was one left. The man was possibly armed and was probably stronger than him. Taking the worst scenario, the man was fully trained in shooting, had perfect aim and was carrying a gun. Currently, possibly thinking that there was more than one cop and also that Delore was supposed to be armed.
Delore looked at where the man lay, his only weapon was there. He considered his options. He could reveal himself to being alone by grabbing his knife, but therefore would also put his life in danger. It wasnt that he loved life, in fact he didnt mind dying, he was going to die anyway.
Shrugging off the coming fear he picked up a rock that he had scuffled over here. He picked up a can that was left here for trash and threw it up and out to have the light that shined above glint at it in many angles. He hoped that the man would be shocked or stunned long enough to grab his blade.
As he charged by and picked up his knife he threw out the rock at the only possible hiding place he knew in the entire alley. A thud was heard as it contacted human flesh and a yelp was heard as the man tried to rub his wound and run at the same time.
Spinning around, Delore loosened his hold on the blade and it gave a soft thud as it went into the man's chest. Delore panted. His adrenaline wearing off, he strode forward to pick up his blade.
He looked around, four men dead and he felt slightly edgy. He needed more, this wasnt enough, he needed more death, more carnage, more pain.
He wandered back down the alley, there were no street lights further up and it was getting darker since the light was behind him.
The girl had run off, possibly out of fear, probably just to get away from this place. It didnt matter much to him, he didnt care enough.
He walked out of the alley and saw that the closest street light was a good fifty metres away. It was the last one for this street.
He turned away from the light and headed into the park, where he had been yesterday, where he had been headed until he was disrupted.
He felt more than saw someone sitting there. He flicked out his blade, his next victim was already lined up for him.
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