03-22-2019, 03:05 AM
Hood Wrote:Fuckin' scar faced shit-stain set the place on fire. Of course he did. Flames leapt up, carpet and drapes and fabric of furniture all burning far too quickly to be entirely natural. And then the window shattered, the sudden shift of air pressure and wind causing the smoke to waft deeper into the house, the light breeze of cold night air passing from shattered window and open front door, out through the back door of the house.
The firework display was fuckin' adorable too. Reminded him of a pyro ripoff of an old X-Men character. Well, with the ass hole out of the house, all Hood could do was give chase. Slowly. He stepped back into the front hallway only to find what must have been the police officer up and moving again, hiding with pistol drawn to stare into the dining room and out the shattered window at the street beyond.
A fucking kid, by all accounts. Hood just shook his head, walking calmly through the front hall towards the open front door. A flick of the wrist opened the cylinder of his revolver and six empty shells dropped to the floor. A moment later and a speed-loader was slammed home, twisted free of the fresh load of rounds, and tossed aside. Another flick, revolver snapped shut, then the magazine was dropped free of his pistol, replaced quickly with a fresh one. A flick of the thumb and the action rocked forward, chambering a round as he stepped passed the cop towards the front door.
"You should probably call the fire department, Mr police officer. And write the old man a speeding ticket." He stepped out the front door then, passed Lih. He had dallied a few seconds, expecting that the scar-faced walking bomb would have expected him to come out the shattered window. That would have been the bold, aggressive move, much like his stunt in the kitchen. So the front door, while close, would probably not have been where the ass was aiming.
Of course, he came out guns at the ready, only to spot the fuck out onto the street, dragging a piece of glass across his arm. The fuck was the idiot up to? Job botched, better fucking kill myself?! So damn many fanatic idiots in Moscow. Too many.
He stepped onto the front porch, side stepped to one of the rails, revolver extended to draw a bead on scar-faced emo shit, firing five shots in rapid procession, with a sixth fired from the semi-automatic into the deck. If the ass was good enough to count rounds, and if this shit show dragged out any longer, having a spare in the seemingly empty revolver might come in handy.
All he had to do now was distract the scarred fuck long enough for the old fuck to escape, while hoping the police fuck didn't get in the way, or get killed. Would make the paper work a lot easier if he had a witness that he was legally trying to kill the scarred fuck for breaking and entering.