Raptor Jesus
Earl of Phantomhive
John could see what appeared to be a baseball bat with nails and barbed wire. He had to get it before Harper got her hands on it. Life or Death meant survival instincts kicked in big time.
He bit his tongue as he felt blood run down his face.
He had to think back to the terminator wars, here and now.
This crowd was egging both of them on.
This woman had done nothing, he hadn't done nothing.
One of them had to fall unconscious soon.
The old man held his nose, blood was dripping off onto his fatigues, but Harper had the bat in her hands.
She did what she had to. Her quickness hit his legs and with a bit of a struggle, he fell to his knees and then to the side, coughing "Harper... don't let my timeline die."
He fell unconscious.
Harper stood silently with the bat in her hand as she defeated John. Breathing heavily, Harper was about to be on her way when Roulette told her to do the unthinkable...
She wanted her to kill this man. This innocent man.
At first, the answer was obvious. I mean, Harper was no killer! She was a hero, goddammit! She admired Bruce, no, she idolized him. And what would he think if he knee Harper killed an innocent man?
But... the more she thought about it... the more she had second thoughts. They knew her identity as Harper Row, they had to by now. And although she wasn't as recognizable as Bruce Wayne, how long would it take for Bane to figure out about Cullen? What if she let this guy live, and in return Roulette put a bullet in both Harper's back, then her brother's? The person, the only person in her life that she swore no one would ever even touch. She couldn't let that happen. No, she wouldn't let that happen!
Gripping the bat so tight that her knuckles turned white, Harper looked down at John's body as she muttered a soft "I'm sorry." Then, as tears began to sting her eyes, Harper did the unthinkable.
"RAAAAAH!!!"
Harper screamed as she forcefully swung the bat down on John's head, the sound of breaking bone and the site of blood instantly making Harper gag. But she kept going.
"RAAAAAH!"
Another hit.
"GAAAAAH!!"
Another one.
After a few more hits, Harper finally stepped back as the sight that was once John's head was now nothing but an incomprehensible mess of blood and brain. Taking a few steps back and breathing even heavier than before, Harper tossed the bat to the side and turned to look at Roulette, tears having streamed all the way down her face at this point.
"There... you got your fucking show, you sick, depraved fuck!"
@Jeremi @dark