» Sat Jan 15, 2011 10:22 pm
OOC: I hope you guys like this one, it's a bit of a twist..
BIC:
Frank Vercelotti
Frank furrowed his brow in utter confusion as he turned his aim from one man to another in an intense argument. What the [censored] is going on here? he pondered. It's okay, this is good, this is good he thought. This'll get the crowd off my back
That's when one of the Franks men on the ground groaned, pulling his pistol up and discharging twice into the window of the house before curling up, dead. Frank expression turned from that of confusion into that of shock. He just did it Frank thought, hearing a shrill cry from inside the house, he just killed the target for me... At this sound, the enraged husband flared up further, readying to unload on him!
Frank immediately rolled forward shooting the man on the shoulder, making him drop the gun. Seeing the shop-keeper flare up made him shoot him as-well, but in the hand, crippling him from using his weapon. That's when Frank recovered from his roll, and dashed into the dense forest that lined Rabithead, sprinting at top speed for the last ship out of Jersey. As he entered the forest he heard a thunderous roar of gunfire, atleast twenty guns, shooting in his direction, most shots whizzing by him, but one hit, right in the elbow. Frank grabbed his wound, dripping with blood, but held his pace. Firing a single round back at them from his pistol to keep them off his back, the round apparently hit a gas tank, because it caused an explosion, which set the house ablaze, none of the people outside were injured though, but whoever was in the house, was no more, that much was certain.
Must be the crowd shooting at me now, they musta lost it. Frank realized, slowing down slightly before stopping to catch his breath. The sound of the shooting had faded away now, either because they stopped shooting, or because he ran so far they were out of earshot, Frank didn't know which. I didn't want to kill her. I didn't kill her. The other guy did it. Im innocent. he thought, standing there, feeling his arm pulsating. It hurt him, but not nearly as much as it would afterwards when the adrenaline rush passed, Frank took the only stimpack he kept in his pocket and injected himself with it, making him feel slightly better, but still in a dull sort of discomfort around the wound. He tore off his tie, and wrapped it around his wound haphazardly, hoping it would hold till he got back to New Manhattan. I'll get the bullet taken out at a docs place. he thought, scrunching his face in pain, and he began jogging in the direction of the boat, once more.