We’re gonna have so much fun
A bloodied hand trembling on the cold floor, slowly reaching out for the jacket that’s just out of reach.
Whumpee yelps when their attempt to grab it is thwarted by a heavy black boot crushing down on their wrist.
“What’s this you’re looking for, then, hm? You’ve hidden a gun in there?”
Gasping, Whumpee squeezes their eyes shut. Maybe, if he would find it for them, they could gather some final strength for a last attack and take it back.
Whumper’s hand sinks in all the pockets, pats over the blood stains and the bullet hole in the jacket. His look darkens, unable to find what he’s looking for, what he thinks he’s looking for until…
His fingers brush over a strange lump hidden in the shoulder pad. His brow raises, surprised, his eyes glide back to Whumpee, a soft grin forming at his mouth. He takes his knife and slashes the fabric open to reveal a very small glittering silver capsule.
“Ohh,” he almost squals in delight. “This?” He holds it up to Whumpee between his thumb and index finger. “I must say, it is a compliment that your team supplied this to you.”
He tosses the jacket to the floor.
“Very wise as well,” he holds the tiny vial of poison closer to inspect it, “Wise to offer you a way out. They know me so well. Knew exactly what they were sending you to.”
“Not to your death, that’s for sure.”
Stooping over the Whumpee, he gently pulls them up into a sitting position.
“Shh, don’t worry. I’m not going to let you bleed out. Might as well give you that pill then. No. I’ll make sure you know exactly why they gave you that pill.” He pulls Whumpee’s arm over his shoulder, dragging the nearly unconscious figure away.
“We’re gonna have so much fun.”
