The Mikado is Over!
As it says in the Subject, I'm done with the opera and now have time to live again. Sexmonkeys, no? yes.
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Johnny ran down the corridor, mind racing. He had to catch up with Bob before he did something insanely stupid. He tried to figure out exactly why Bob had gone into his room and come back out seconds later with his shotgun resting across his shoulders. “I’m going to go find Sally, I’ll see you later,” he had said. It had taken Johnny a good five minutes to register what had happened, and now he knew that Sally’s only hope was for Johnny to find her first and stop Bob from shooing her.
Bob rumbled through rooms, past airlocks, and around obstacles without seeming to see any of it. His eyes were clouded over and he had one thing on his mind. The bitch had to be put down. There was no other way that Bob could see to redeem the group. Her stench must be wiped from their headquarters or else she would surely take them down with her. Bob knew that she usually left the observatory at this time and then met Johnny for lunch. He would simply have to intercept her before she got to the mess hall.
Before she could even realize what was going on, she heard the airlocks shoot open and saw Bob fly in screaming at her to stop moving. When she whirled around, Sally could only see the barrel of Bob’s favorite shotgun three feet from her face. “You’re going to pay for what you did, bitch!” Sally’s mind reeled as she tried to remember what it was that she had done to piss Bob off. Her mind was a complete blank; he had always been so friendly since she’d come almost a year ago.
His hands were as steady as granite, but is breath was shaky as he tried to slow his heart down to revel in the pleasure of blowing the bitch out of existence. Bob heard the airlock behind him breeze open but didn’t want to take his eyes off of the monster that stood trembling before him. He knew he had to stop her from destroying his friend’s life any more than she already had. The bitch had to die, there was no other way he could save his friend.
Johnny’s mind raced as he desperately tried to find a way to stop Bob from killing Sally. His keen eyes caught Sally’s slow, steady movements as she reached for the gun she always kept tucked in the back of her waistband. There was no way Bob had missed that, Bob’s eyes had always been the best. He could read a sign from two hundred yards away with ninety-seven percent accuracy. Johnny knew that if he didn’t act quickly, Sally’s brains would be splattered across the wall.
Alice loved the swooshing noise the airlocks made as they opened. She smiled as the walked through the last one before the observatory. Her smile was quickly washed away by a tidal wave of confusion and fear. The airlock revealed her best friend staring down the barrel of a shotgun and her boyfriend standing helplessly to the side. Bob finally snapped, she thought. As the resident psychiatrist, she had seen it coming from a mile away. However, all of her training had not prepared her for what to do when a 297-pound psychopath had a shotgun aimed at your best friend’s head. Alice was paralyzed in fear.
I’ve only got one chance at this, I need to make it count. Johnny quickly took one last look at the situation to see if there was any other way out… there wasn’t. He calculated the distance between himself and his friend. He took one last quick breath and jumped right as he saw Bob’s finger hug the trigger tight.
Alice saw all three of her friends move at once. The sound of two gunshots caused her to shriek in fear and cover her face with her hands. Seconds later, she dropped her hands. Bob stood still, staring at his shotgun in disbelief. Horror was written all over his face. He did not twitch once. Sally had dropped her pistol to the ground; smoke still trailed from its barrel. She was curled up next to it, weeping hysterically. Johnny’s contorted body lay on the ground between his lover and his best friend. Crimson seeped from his chest, permanently staining the floor around him.
I'm still writing. In fact, read this!!!
Johnny ran down the corridor, mind racing. He had to catch up with Bob before he did something insanely stupid. He tried to figure out exactly why Bob had gone into his room and come back out seconds later with his shotgun resting across his shoulders. “I’m going to go find Sally, I’ll see you later,” he had said. It had taken Johnny a good five minutes to register what had happened, and now he knew that Sally’s only hope was for Johnny to find her first and stop Bob from shooing her.
Bob rumbled through rooms, past airlocks, and around obstacles without seeming to see any of it. His eyes were clouded over and he had one thing on his mind. The bitch had to be put down. There was no other way that Bob could see to redeem the group. Her stench must be wiped from their headquarters or else she would surely take them down with her. Bob knew that she usually left the observatory at this time and then met Johnny for lunch. He would simply have to intercept her before she got to the mess hall.
Before she could even realize what was going on, she heard the airlocks shoot open and saw Bob fly in screaming at her to stop moving. When she whirled around, Sally could only see the barrel of Bob’s favorite shotgun three feet from her face. “You’re going to pay for what you did, bitch!” Sally’s mind reeled as she tried to remember what it was that she had done to piss Bob off. Her mind was a complete blank; he had always been so friendly since she’d come almost a year ago.
His hands were as steady as granite, but is breath was shaky as he tried to slow his heart down to revel in the pleasure of blowing the bitch out of existence. Bob heard the airlock behind him breeze open but didn’t want to take his eyes off of the monster that stood trembling before him. He knew he had to stop her from destroying his friend’s life any more than she already had. The bitch had to die, there was no other way he could save his friend.
Johnny’s mind raced as he desperately tried to find a way to stop Bob from killing Sally. His keen eyes caught Sally’s slow, steady movements as she reached for the gun she always kept tucked in the back of her waistband. There was no way Bob had missed that, Bob’s eyes had always been the best. He could read a sign from two hundred yards away with ninety-seven percent accuracy. Johnny knew that if he didn’t act quickly, Sally’s brains would be splattered across the wall.
Alice loved the swooshing noise the airlocks made as they opened. She smiled as the walked through the last one before the observatory. Her smile was quickly washed away by a tidal wave of confusion and fear. The airlock revealed her best friend staring down the barrel of a shotgun and her boyfriend standing helplessly to the side. Bob finally snapped, she thought. As the resident psychiatrist, she had seen it coming from a mile away. However, all of her training had not prepared her for what to do when a 297-pound psychopath had a shotgun aimed at your best friend’s head. Alice was paralyzed in fear.
I’ve only got one chance at this, I need to make it count. Johnny quickly took one last look at the situation to see if there was any other way out… there wasn’t. He calculated the distance between himself and his friend. He took one last quick breath and jumped right as he saw Bob’s finger hug the trigger tight.
Alice saw all three of her friends move at once. The sound of two gunshots caused her to shriek in fear and cover her face with her hands. Seconds later, she dropped her hands. Bob stood still, staring at his shotgun in disbelief. Horror was written all over his face. He did not twitch once. Sally had dropped her pistol to the ground; smoke still trailed from its barrel. She was curled up next to it, weeping hysterically. Johnny’s contorted body lay on the ground between his lover and his best friend. Crimson seeped from his chest, permanently staining the floor around him.