Jᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 25, 2024
Three burly, black men manage to rush out to go after Ryan, before Alexa decides to just 'light em up' instead of going with the first plan. She throws open the bedroom door, killing the slow poke who is just exiting the bathroom, and Phillip beside her, pulls out his rifle, opening fire on the noisy crowd below.
No one has the time to react, they're all doused with bullets and one by one, they drop like flies. David Rosanna is quite unlucky in this case, as there was an interrogation planned beforehand; he now lies in a mixture of his and his fellow gang buddies' bloody pool.
"Ryan? Ryan!" Alexa screeches into her earpiece, rushing down the stairs behind Phillipeño.
The now constipated member who was pleading for a bathroom earlier, peeks out from the small kitchen at the two teenagers carrying guns. The blind kid comes to a stop, while the other rushes out the door, yelling, "Ryan, for fucksake!"
Thinking it's probably safe, the man shifts, ever so slightly, and a bullet immediately splits his cranium. Phillip waits to hear the body fall, before running after Alexa and tuning into the awful conversation blasting in his ear. "Ryan, you're an assassin. A swordsman to be exact. Whip out that shiny katana of yours and use it how you're taught." He adds out of the blue.
Ryan is breathing heavily, gunshots echo behind him. "I can't. They're too far and they have guns. They'll shoot me before I can do a thing."
"Listen, stop thinking so much! Focus and—" Alexa begins, but the boy snaps in frustrated anxiety.
"I'm too scared, okay?! I can't fucking concentrate!"
Alexa stands in the front yard filled with old, musty cars. She sighs, shaking her head, "Where are you?"
"Just down the road—" more gunshots are heard, louder, closer, and she sprints in the direction it's coming from, with Phillip hot on her heels. "I can't talk anymore." Ryan heaves.
The two come upon the pounding of heavy shoes and Phillip takes the lead. They slip into the dark of the dusty road, avoiding streetlights. Alexa grabs his arm, pushing it back down when he tries to raise his gun. Slowly, she stoops, pulling out a pair of throwing knives from her boot. They turn into the only alley on the street that is pitch black, hearing the yelp and cry of a man. The gurgling alerts the two and they move silently, further into the darkness.
"Ryan, come in, where are you?" The girl whispers.
"Here." Phillip grabs her hand to guide her as he listens.
She peeks around a corner where a huge silhouette comes into sight, aiming his gun—hands shaking—at Ryan, who has his blade pressed to the neck of his brethren.
"Shoot him!" The captured man grunts, before watching the life leave his friend's eyes when a knife lodges into the back of his head. Ryan then decapitates him, looking over to Alexa and Phillipeño with a relieved sigh rushing pass his bloody lips, shoulders relaxing.
Ryan almost manages to say something, maybe a joke, according to his goofy personality. However, a gun goes off, alerting all three and one loses sense of their surroundings as their life slips away.
Katya's voice chirps happily, "Target down!"