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May. 10th, 2012 04:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
forgoteat_learnedemotion[Terror, anger, pain, fear. All of a sudden, all of these emotions rush through the sniper and he collapses to the ground. He brings his arms in and clutches his shoulders. A dark room, mad laughing, 'Say goodbye!'. Memories running through his head as he remembers being unable to move. He jerks his body a bit, as if he's trying to free himself for a moment.]
Hah. You're bluffing. You don't have them! Quit with this silly litt...
[He stops talking suddenly, and his face turns ghostly white. His body begins to tremble and tears begin to trail from his eyes. His parents were just decapitated and their heads were placed in his lap for him to see his failure.]
You... you're... you're a monster... how dare you... they never did anything to you!
[Then suddenly, as if fueled by rage alone, the sniper is on his feet and charging forward at some unknown assailant. There could be someone in front of him, there could be someone watching him. He didn't know, he didn't care. In his vision, he was chasing down the killer. In his vision, he'd already shot the killer's legs down and was going in for the kill.]
I... I am going to tear you limb from limb for what you did to them! You could've killed me and I wouldn't have cared because that is business and not personal but no you had to get my parents involved and make this fucking personal. You hear me sunshine!? I know where every vital organ in the human body are and I know how to make this excruciating so that your suffering is prolonged!
[John has dropped down on the target that doesn't really exist and starts pounding the floor. The shock gloves spark to life with every time he slams his fist against the concrete. His laughter is shrill, and the smile on his face continued to grow, inch by inch.]
One rib! T-Two ribs! Three ribs! One at a time I'll shatter them all! Make you choke on your own blood, then collapse your lung and snap your spinal column not too high after all... I want to enjoy your last few minutes with me and I know you don't but guess what? I don't care!
[His fists continued to slam into the ground, the electricity replaced with his own blood, knuckles shattered and bloodied, but the sniper wouldn't stop until he was satisfied, and he continued to laugh that shrill laugh which seemed to get louder with every punch.]
I'll take you to hell with me! I swear it!
Hah. You're bluffing. You don't have them! Quit with this silly litt...
[He stops talking suddenly, and his face turns ghostly white. His body begins to tremble and tears begin to trail from his eyes. His parents were just decapitated and their heads were placed in his lap for him to see his failure.]
You... you're... you're a monster... how dare you... they never did anything to you!
[Then suddenly, as if fueled by rage alone, the sniper is on his feet and charging forward at some unknown assailant. There could be someone in front of him, there could be someone watching him. He didn't know, he didn't care. In his vision, he was chasing down the killer. In his vision, he'd already shot the killer's legs down and was going in for the kill.]
I... I am going to tear you limb from limb for what you did to them! You could've killed me and I wouldn't have cared because that is business and not personal but no you had to get my parents involved and make this fucking personal. You hear me sunshine!? I know where every vital organ in the human body are and I know how to make this excruciating so that your suffering is prolonged!
[John has dropped down on the target that doesn't really exist and starts pounding the floor. The shock gloves spark to life with every time he slams his fist against the concrete. His laughter is shrill, and the smile on his face continued to grow, inch by inch.]
One rib! T-Two ribs! Three ribs! One at a time I'll shatter them all! Make you choke on your own blood, then collapse your lung and snap your spinal column not too high after all... I want to enjoy your last few minutes with me and I know you don't but guess what? I don't care!
[His fists continued to slam into the ground, the electricity replaced with his own blood, knuckles shattered and bloodied, but the sniper wouldn't stop until he was satisfied, and he continued to laugh that shrill laugh which seemed to get louder with every punch.]
I'll take you to hell with me! I swear it!
