0ttonomous
Self-Proclaimed Seeker of Truth
"The only heads you should be worrying about are yours!" The rashed man chortled, licking his lips and dramatically spreading his arms. "But what kind of prick would I be to not share three new toys with my friends?!"
The laughter from before grew closer and from all sides, until the three found themselves surrounded by others with the same facial marks. All dressed in bloodied, nasty clothing, many of them carrying weaponry; guns, knives, bats, broken bottles, crowbars...you name it, they had it.
"Now...come quietly, and maybe-but probably not-we'll go easy on you. If not, well..."
"The choice is yours. But be careful-this may just be the last choice you ever make. A ha ha ha..."
Ashley had made her choice and went into a fighting stance. "If I'm going to die I'm at least taking you assholes with me."
Things were looking fairly grim. Pyke's eyes began burning a bright blue as he surveyed the gang that was about to attack him and his new crew-mates. The more he looked at them, the more his mind saw them in the likeness of his old crew-mates back on The Terror.
It seemed they'd come to finish him off and kick him overboard for the fishes to eat again. "I remember now. You.. all of you were there. You all watched me drown..." There's no way he'd let them do that. Not again. His eyes darted around the area, scanning for a potential weapon to use.
It seemed they'd come to finish him off and kick him overboard for the fishes to eat again. "I remember now. You.. all of you were there. You all watched me drown..." There's no way he'd let them do that. Not again. His eyes darted around the area, scanning for a potential weapon to use.