A Massive Fuck You To Kayla Richards | Fallout IX
Jun 29, 2021 22:27:16 GMT -5
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Post by Jason Long on Jun 29, 2021 22:27:16 GMT -5
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fucking do it. THUD. THUD. THUD. He’s ruining everything for me. He’s going to be the death of me. He’s going to break me apart. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. THUD. THUD. THUD. I JUST FUCKING CAN’T. Those voices roaming around in his head. They felt too real, echoing around him and circling around in his head until he finally knocked his head back into the wall for the sixth time, making him crumble to the floor below in agony. The wall was purely made from brick. Almost cracked his skull open accidentally and even close to letting him get knocked out. I wanted my hands on that fucking bastard. I wanted to beat him for what he did to Nathan. I wanted to kick his fucking skull in for what he did. Laying there. Motionless. Wondering if he’s even cut out for the job. The more he questioned meant the more he panicked. Was there the worry of nobody able to find him and nobody able to keep him alive? Would he even be alive after this almost fatal blow? The questions that roamed around in his head as he looked around, his eyes still being open but again, not even able to move. I just want to fucking kill him. I just want to fucking kill him. Please, let me end his fucking life where he stands. And end this nightmare once and for all. But how much more can he keep up? How much more can he fight the consciousness to stay awake, keep his eyes open, and fight through the paralysation. How much longer will it take to get someone to come across him, he said to himself. The tears that ran down his face as he laid there on the cold floor. I’m going to fucking kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him. I’m going to fucking-- “JASON!” He recognised that voice from anywhere. His brother. Still reeling in the effects of the ball pein hammer strike to the back of the neck as he rushed over to his brother, picking him up and almost slumping over on top of him. “SOMEONE HELP HIM! COME ON! HELP! WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE!?” His eyes began to close and the panic was soon setting in on Nathan. He wasn’t affording to lose a brother tonight. He doesn’t even know what happened to him. But with his head dropped, the worst was feared. “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE IN THIS SHIT HOLE?” Everything soon turned to silence. Everything from Jason’s perspective faded away to black. I will fucking kill him with my dying breath. And nobody can fucking stop me, not a single fucker can. Kill me to fucking stop me. Kill me to stop me. Kill me. Jason’s eyes soon opened back up and for what felt like seconds was a matter of hours. The self-inflicted coma that Jason placed upon himself landed him in the nearby hospital in Ecuador and standing by his side is his brother once again. Nathan stood up upon seeing his brother’s eyes open up for the first time since finding him in the empty halls of the Coliseo General Ruminahui. “Mate, you alright? You must have taken a heavy knock to the head back there.” “Where’s-” Nathan placed his hand out. “Don’t worry about her right now. Focus on yourself.” “Where is she, Nat-” “Are you fuckin’ deaf, Jay?” Nathan soon brought Jason back to silence as he laid there, staring up at the ceiling lights right above his head. Though Jason might not know it, he’s lucky to be alive right now. But he doesn’t even feel gratitude for his brother for saving him. His focus is on Redd. His focus is on Kayla. His focus is on everyone. Except for himself. “I’m going to-” “Nah, mate. You’re not going to do a fuckin’ thing about anyone. Right now, this is your moment to rest and calm yourself down. I want you safe, Jason. You’re my fucking brother after all. Think I’m going to let you do that shit again?” “I have to-” “Jason, what did I just fucking say to you, you thick headed cunt.” Again, Jason fell to silence. “Listen to me, Jace.” Nathan pulled a chair out from behind the curtain that surrounded Jason in his hospital bed. Taking a seat and leaning forward in it, keeping himself close to his brother. Nathan grabbed onto Jason’s right hand as he pulled the chair forward more along with himself. “This whole stupid fucking obsession-” “It’s not an obsession.” “At this rate, it is.” A deep sigh from Jason as he turned his head away from Nathan. “This whole stupid fucking obsession you’ve got with Redd. You’re not making it any better for yourself. You say you want to beat the fucking shit out of this dude if you got your hands on him. Okay then, who is it? He’s got a mask. He can use someone else as a puppet and we wouldn’t know about it, would we? We’ve got to do something better than just hoping the guy you get your hands on is the real deal. Yeah?” Jason took a deep breath before slowly turning his head to face Nathan again. “Yeah. That’s what we like to fucking see, lad. Got your attention. Now, here’s where I ask you this. How in the fucking christ do we outsmart someone that we don’t even know what he looks like outside of the mask? I’m hoping you have the answers.” “...got none.” “Well, we’re both fucked then. Back to square one.” “...but what if…” Nathan raised his head as his interest peaked. “What if…” “Remember when you said she could be… you know…” “Suckering him in, yeah?” “Yeah. That.” “Do we… just let nature take it’s course?” “Nah… better... we use her as bait.” “...” “Bad idea?” Nathan couldn’t help but to sigh and leave his head in his hands, standing up and kicking the chair back as he opened the curtain for himself to walk through. “I’m going to get a coffee. I’ll be back soon.” Nathan left Jason where he is. Left there to sit in silence and await for him to come back. To collect his thoughts and to allow him to think about what’s ahead. Here’s the thing right. I don’t give a fucking shit about this match. Nor will I ever give a fucking shit about this match. I’ll happily take the pin. Because I’ll risk it to say that throughout this whole run: Kayla Richards fucking lost. But I don’t care. I take losses. I take massive losses. I’ll fucking eat any pin there is. They said this should be easy for the champion and his challenger in this match. Yeah? Okay then, I’ll make sure it won’t be. Oh, and Kayla, if you do decide to bring a knife to stab it right in the back. I’ll kick your fucking head off. Or even if you do decide to lay a finger on me. I’ll rip your fucking throat out. So here’s this to you, Kayla. One final fuck you before we ride off into the sunset. Wasted your fucking time. I’ll see you on Thursday. And we’ll see who has the last laugh then, you fucking cunt. Kisses. XOXO. Long Live The King. |
