46: Choking
Jul. 15th, 2024 01:58 pm“Nate’s out of here, safe for now. Augustine, we only have to get passed the PIA Director. We’re putting an end to this conspiracy bullshit. You and me.” Nick Medina narrowed his eyes toward the Masked Man.
Noah Augustine adjusted his glasses. “Yes. You know I have a score to settle, too. This sick monster really maessed things up around here.”
“Hm! You two are PIA most wanted. You intend to defend the very organization who betrayed you and put out orders to hunt you down? Or do you simply wish to take the director’s chair for yourselves?”
Nick shook his head. “It’s not the PIA behind this. It’s you manipulating them. I know exactly who you are. You are Jonas Weiss, slayer of Seminoles, and sworn enemy of the Medina family. You wear the dead skin mask of a genocidal man, and have carried on his tradition for generations.”
“Quite brave of you, hm. You come here confronting me in honor of your ancestors? Brave, yes. Foolish, hm.”
Noah held his gun. “Don’t let him provoke you, Nick. If we want to take this guy out, we need to keep steady and focused.”
Jonas laughed. “Ha-ha, hm! I have killed five hundred Seminole warriors single-handedly. In battle, I am invincible. The Medinas tried so hard to protect them, but they failed, hm! You will surely fail as well. And you, Augustine? What can you do?”
Morphing into his incubus form, Nick’s eyes burned red with fury. “Sick. You brag about killing Native Americans? I’m not at all impressed by your wicked actions. If anything, you’re making me glad. I’m glad that I’m going to be doing the world a favor by getting rid of you.”
“Nick, I shoot that mask off his face and you go in for the kill. That’s the only way we can kill him permanently. If he re-spawns, it’s a major loss. We have to do it now!”
“On point, Augustine! With the glorious Medina legacy beside me, I will murder this piece of shit in cold blood, DIABLO MUERTE!”
“Gah, hm,”
Noah Augustine adjusted his glasses. “Yes. You know I have a score to settle, too. This sick monster really maessed things up around here.”
“Hm! You two are PIA most wanted. You intend to defend the very organization who betrayed you and put out orders to hunt you down? Or do you simply wish to take the director’s chair for yourselves?”
Nick shook his head. “It’s not the PIA behind this. It’s you manipulating them. I know exactly who you are. You are Jonas Weiss, slayer of Seminoles, and sworn enemy of the Medina family. You wear the dead skin mask of a genocidal man, and have carried on his tradition for generations.”
“Quite brave of you, hm. You come here confronting me in honor of your ancestors? Brave, yes. Foolish, hm.”
Noah held his gun. “Don’t let him provoke you, Nick. If we want to take this guy out, we need to keep steady and focused.”
Jonas laughed. “Ha-ha, hm! I have killed five hundred Seminole warriors single-handedly. In battle, I am invincible. The Medinas tried so hard to protect them, but they failed, hm! You will surely fail as well. And you, Augustine? What can you do?”
Morphing into his incubus form, Nick’s eyes burned red with fury. “Sick. You brag about killing Native Americans? I’m not at all impressed by your wicked actions. If anything, you’re making me glad. I’m glad that I’m going to be doing the world a favor by getting rid of you.”
“Nick, I shoot that mask off his face and you go in for the kill. That’s the only way we can kill him permanently. If he re-spawns, it’s a major loss. We have to do it now!”
“On point, Augustine! With the glorious Medina legacy beside me, I will murder this piece of shit in cold blood, DIABLO MUERTE!”
“Gah, hm,”