Patrick's hand moved faster than the cops could react, he gleaming blade tipped with a crimson red blood stain, stabbing the first officer repeatedly. The second officer, stunned and shocked, let out three shots, but in his dazed position the shots were useless, hitting Patrick in his shoulder and lower arm. The blade dropped from Patrick's hand, only to be replaced by a second blade reappearing his his other hand. This blade left its last memories deep inside the second officer's chest, the bloodlines slowly trickling down the neat suit.
Patrick gasped in pain, the gunshot wounds only truely arriving to him at this moment. Clutching his arms with his opposite hand, the teen slumped to the ground next to the fallen officers.
You have to get up you idiot! Any minute now the rest of the squad's gonna be here, and when that happens, you're dead! Patrick steadied himself, pushing against the wall to support himself. Then, shoving the pain away for the time being, the boy tore off down the empty hallway, his heavy breathing the only sound left in the area.
A tall man paced back and forth in front of his desk. He was a busy man, and waiting was not his thing. He needed to leave, and if the boy didn't arrive soon, the cops would catch him, and that wasn't a good thing. Jet looked out of the window of the room he had taken over, and as he prepared to leave, he kicked the dead women infront of him once more, before leaving his victim and her room to the silence of death...
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Life... Death... It's all the same in Infinitora...