"John, are you there?!" Quinn asked. "Yes, I'm here, Quinn." he finally responded. He pulled out his gun and started walking towards the sound of the gun shot.
BANG!! Another shot was fired. "What's going on?!" Quinn yelled. "Someone's here. Sounds like they have a gun, too." Mr. Beal continued walking towards it.
"Be carful! Don't do anything stupid. That's my job!" "I can handle it." Mr. Beal exclaimed.
He saw someone run by. He couldn't exactly see who it was as he only saw them for a moment. He began to run after them.
But, before they could notice Mr. Beal was pulled to the side, behind a crate. His mouth was covered by a cold hand. It was Doctor Malcolm! "What are you doing here?" Malcolm whispered. "I was looking for you." "You shouldn't have come here, you idiot!"
"Oh, Doctor Malcolm. Come out wherever you are. You can't escape me!!" They heard a man's voice say.
"Who is that?" Mr. Beal asked. "I'm not sure, but one thing I know is he'll be dead soon!" Malcolm said. "You plan to kill him?" "Of course I do. Right as I got here I knew it was a trap. No one stands in my way."
"Wait, where is the other doctor?" "Probably hiding somewhere." Malcolm said. He looked down and saw that Mr. Beal had a gun.
"I'll be needing this." Malcolm took the gun and ran off. "I'm over here! You wanna play? Let's play!" Malcolm shouted. "I see you found a gun! This'll be interesting." The man smirked as he walked towards him.
"You think I'm afraid of a Doctor! That's hilarious." The man laughed.
Meanwhile, Mr. Beal was behind the crate thinking of ways to stop the madness.
"John, you need to get out of there." Quinn said. "No. I came here for a reason. I'm not leaving yet. Sorry, Quinn." "Wh-" Mr. Beal hung up before Quinn could say anything else.
"He's going to get himself killed out there." Quinn said. They grabbed their stuff and rushed to help Mr. Beal.
"I'm not just a doctor. But, I assume you already knew that?" Malcolm said. "I did. But, you don't scare me." "You probably won't be laughing when I put a bullet in your head." Malcolm walked closer.
BANG!! The man shot at Malcolm. "You missed." Malcolm had a devilish look on his face.
"My turn." He shot near his head barely missing.
"So, close!" The man smiled.
"Don't worry. I'm not done with you, just yet. That'd be way too easy." Malcolm said. He pushed up his glasses and stopped walking. He turned his head to the side like a curious puppy.
"I can't help but think, you're just a small part of what's really going on." He said. "Really.." "yeah, I mean look at you. You're no one important. You can't even shoot properly!"
"It's none of your business. What's it to you anyways, Doctor!" The man said. "How I deal with you is also based on your level of importance. If I killed you, it wouldn't be nearly as grand as killing say, a chief." "Say, what you want but I'll be the last man standing. As for you, you'll be nothing but a bag of bones! Now, enough talk. On with the killing!" With that said, the man ran towards Doctor Malcolm in the blink of an eye.
But as for Malcolm, he stood there with confidence. Once, the man got close enough, Malcolm simply grabbed his arm, and bent it backwards.
"Damn you!" He said as he tried to swing his other arm. Malcolm blocked it with his hand and the gun fell out of the man's hand as Malcolm squeezed his wrist. "Not so fast." Malcolm smirked.
Quickly, he let go and kicked him in his stomach. The man dropped to the ground. He grabbed the gun as Malcolm came towards him.
He turned around and pointed it at him. "So, you think you can kill me?" Malcolm said.
Quinn got out of the car and started running to them.
"I know I can kill you!" The man shouted. BANG!!
The gun was shot. But he missed Malcolm.
"AHH!!" Quinn yelled as they fell to the ground.
Instead the man shot Quinn..