WEDL Excerpt (TW: Violence)
I gripped the steering wheel hard, darting my eyes around the darkened area until they met the figure that had taken the shot. They were making their way to the exit, which led to the outside of the apartment complex, clearly having decided that this fight was not worth it. I, however, was still enjoying myself, so I wasn’t going to let them get off that easily.
They were straight ahead, and I sped toward them in a perfectly straight line, which they noticed immediately, so they began zigging and zagging to avoid the inevitable death they now faced. I had hoped they’d do this because it formed part of my plot.
As I got close to them, they were running to the right, so the logical move they would make at this point would be to dodge further right once I got closer. To this, I yelled “ALL!” and Nightshade dutifully swung all its doors open, minus the boot. I yanked the handbrake again, and turned the wheel to the right on full-lock, swinging the car wildly, and doing a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree spin that managed to connect the passenger side door to the assailant’s body, knocking them to the floor. I slammed my foot onto the brake, stopping the car before it began to spin out of control. I put it into park and leapt out of the still-open door.
They were crawling on the floor toward their gun, which had flown a few meters from them, clearly in agony. I casually strolled past them, picked up the shotgun, and stood over them. I put the barrel against their knee, and pulled the trigger. A shower of bone and blood coated the concrete beneath them, and they screamed in agony, writhing with a fury.
I reached down and pulled three more shells out of their pocket. I casually unloaded the barrel, the spent shell flying past my face as I cracked it open. I inserted the next shell and flicked the barrel back into place, held the barrel to their other, intact knee, and rested it there for a moment. They opened their mouth and began the delicate dance of trying to convince me to let them live.
“Listen, I don’t know who – “
I pulled the trigger again, sending more blood and bone spraying across the floor, the liquid forming into a beautiful art piece of rage. I unloaded the barrel again, sending a shell flying. I placed another shell into the barrel, flicked it back, and held it against their right elbow.
“C’mon man, you don’t even know what I – “
I pulled the trigger again. The entirety of the forearm separated from the rest of the arm and was sent flying across the ramp that led to the exit. I loaded the last shell into the barrel, and their voice took on the tone of desperation that signified that they knew they were about to die.
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? YOU DONT EVEN – “
I placed the barrel against their neck, it being flesh despite his head being entirely metal.
“Don’t care” I said, as if nothing had happened.
“BU – “
I pulled the trigger once more, and the words died in their throat, as did their pulse. Their body separated from their head, and the lights in their eyes went dim.