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Life will always be all right, as long as we still have pans.
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So true, heres another chapter.
Hatred
Skincrawler was staring at the plateau that Slusk and Redge went through. Its bulk made it very difficult to determine exactly where they went through, but it was possible. Skincrawler gathered his equipment and hid his motorcycle in a crevice. He climbed to point where a small path revealed faint foot prints left in the dust. He grinned and followed the tracks into a cave. He noticed bulbous shapes in the dark, an realized that they were corpses of giant Bolamite. He gagged at the stench, but forced himself onwards. He reached the end of the cave where it dropped off. There were blast marks and body parts on the walls, as if dynamite was used to hold the bolamites off as the daring sons of clakkers jumped off the drop off for a more scenic exit. Skincrawler then climbed down the rock face to retrieve his prize.
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Slusk was waving his machete, slicing into the shrubs and vegetation that grew so abundantly in the jungle. Redge and Mochy followed. Slusk sensed that they were being followed. Just that moment, they cut into a clearing with several boulders and a water pool in the center.
BLAM!
The team ducked for cover as a bullet zipped past their heads. The team crawled towards the boulders in a rushed attempt to get some cover. As soon as they reached the boulders, another bullet blew off a sizeable chuck from the rock Redge was hiding at. Mochy growled in the direction the bullets were coming from and barked at a dark figure dashing from the woods with a sub machine gun at the ready. Slusk unslung his Blitz Packer and took a few pot shots at the newcomer.The dark character dodged the burst and tried to flank Redge. Redge ,who was blissfully unaware of all of this, caught several bursts from the silenced gun to the chest.
"ARGH!"
"NOOOO!" Slusk screamed.
Redge collapsed to the ground. The dark figure laughed menacingly. Mochy howled and charged at the bounty hunter at full speed, unfortunately, the bastard caught Mochy in midair and threw him into a boulder. Slusk felt that same rage back on the mountain side, where he slaughtered Jasper's squad, just unbelieveably stronger. He unslug both of his weapons, his machete and blitz packer, and charged at the monster who harmed the only two people he cared about. The dark figure drew a combat knife and the two were caught in a duel. The stranger was terribly skilled with the knife, and caught Slusk in the chest several times. He couldn't care less about the pain, he wanted the bastard dead. He chopped the stranger's arm with his machete and shot a couple of rounds into the bastard's chest. This allowed him to cudgel his hairy face with the butt of his gun and continued to do so until he fell cartilage break against his weapon, the dark colored figure either died or fell unconcious.
Slusk threw his empty Blitz Packer and darted towards Redge's body, Mochy limped right in. Slusk was fighting back tears as he rolled Redge to face him. Redge's wound was worse than he thought. The bullet wounds carved a gruesome pattern on his chest. Redge coughed up some blood and was struggling to say something.
"S-Slusk..?" Redge asked with a weak tone.
"Y-yes pal...?" Slusk didn't fight back the tears no more.
"T-take care of yourself, and M-m-mochy." Redge continued on, life leaving his body faster and faster with every painful breath.
"I will buddy."
The slig died in his arms, and something in Slusk's heart died, and was replaced with a cold hatred.
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I'm terrible with killing off main character's, and death speeches.