part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[osmaniac]

['that' opens his eyes, and spots with blurry vision something pointed at him]

[as he brings his own weapon down at it]

[and then there's a bang in the shadows]

[newsing]

[It slams against his hand, causing him to drop the gun.

Crying out in pain, the flashlight also falls as he clutches his hand backing up into the wall behind him.]

[osmaniac]

[his thigh in bleeding]

[and it's on the already stabbed leg, too. great]

[hearing the gun fall on the ground, he launches to strike the opponent with a punch]

[newsing]

[He sees the figure move and ducks to dodge the punch.

While his opponent is disoriented he starts to run away before tripping over what he assumes must be his gun, kicking it heaven knows where, and sending him colliding with the floor.]

[osmaniac]

[his hand connects loudly with a hard object that is certainly not a face]

[and now his fingers are wounded again, but he won't let that pest go!]

[walks towards him, his weapon in hand. he's not as fast, due to his injured leg]

[newsing]

Oaf!

[It takes him a few seconds to get to his feet. He stumbles a bit,trying to get to the exit.]

[osmaniac]

[he was expecting to recognize the voice, but he's got nothing. that accent though...]

[speeds up after him, and swings the launcher towards his back before he escapes]

[newsing]

[Before he can get far he's struck in the back of head.

He falls to the floor again, a hand reaching up to hold his throbbing head. He can feel blood on his fingers.]

Stop, please! I didn't want to kill you! I was just defending myself!

[osmaniac]

[being near the exit, he can finally see his target more clearly as he approaches closer. and he's probably just as visible now]

[and now he can see the collar]

[newsing]

[His attacker obviously isn't listening. He turns over to get a look at him.]

...You?

[He tries to pull himself back with one hand as Turkey looms over him. He feels his hand hit something realizing he found his gun!]

You!

[Scrambles to pick it up and fires another shot.]

[osmaniac]

[thanks to the illumination he manages to spot the gun]

[but right after he's picking it up and he has to kick at that hand within a split second]

[another bang, and he feels a sharp pain on his hand, raised high holding his own weapon]

[newsing]

[Turkey's foot makes contact with his hand just as he shoots. The gun clatters to the ground again, falling through a hole in the floor.

He can feel his stomach sink. He's lost his weapon.]

[osmaniac]

[the bullet managed to embed itself in his hand, and there's no bleeding, unlike the slashed wound on his thigh from a bullet grazing past it]

[steps onto his chest with his good leg, heel digging into it]

'You' what?

[does this guy know him?]

[newsing]

[He choughs as his breathing is cut off. He tries to struggle, but moving just causes him more pain.]

You- [*cough*] You killed Austria, didn't you?

[osmaniac]

...Good guess.

You're one of his, aitcha. Don't worry, you'll go meet him real quick.

[newsing]

[Now he's positive he'll kill his boss too if he finds him!

He starts struggling again, despite the pain.]

[osmaniac]

[grinds his heel down]

Quit yer squirmin, don't make it harder for yerself like he did.

[newsing]

[He cries out in pain.

Reacting automatically, he punches him in the despite his weak strength.]

[osmaniac]

[right where he was stabbed by Austria!]

[at this rate he'll get all of his injuries from Austrians. with a groan of surprise and pain he releases most of the pressure on his chest]

[newsing]

[Suddenly there's weight being lifted off his chest!

Before Turkey can pull away he roughly presses his fingers into the wound.]

[osmaniac]

[the sharp pain prompts him to instinctively pull back fast]

[lifts his weapon up, about to drive it down onto him]

[newsing]

[He's quick enough to dodge it, rolling out of the way.

He may have gotten out of his hold, but he has nowhere to run.]

[osmaniac]

[it impacts loudly with the ground]

Stay still, ya coward.

[attempts a kick in the sides]

[newsing]

You're the coward!

[Gets to his feet and charges, headbutting him in the stomach.]