I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 241: A Deadly Game Of Jump Rope
“NO, KOBRA! YOU'RE TO BLAME FOR EVERYTHING! YOU FAILED ALL OF US!” Basil viciously snapped at her former boss who stood alongside his brother, both spattered in the blood of her best friend, Citrus, and the other members of the Killjoys that had gone missing in the cornfield. It turned out, they weren’t missing but had been slain. “You knew better than anyone exactly what would happen if you continued down the path you were on! You made all the rules, after all!”
“Gotta agree with her there.” Poison concurred along to annoy his little brother. Nudging Michael with his elbow, he coolly reminded him. “You did make the rules.”
Smoothly disregarding his brother being a mischievous idiot at the moment, Kobra continued his little chat with Basil who stood on the front porch of the farmhouse that they tracked the Killjoys to, her hands gripping onto the wooden rail to keep herself in place so she wouldn’t act rashly. “That doesn’t negate the fact that you left you left me alive and thus by doing so, forfeited your lives.”
“So, this is it then.” Basil growled, gritting her teeth as she glared murderously down at the two men who had once been her family. The night was getting colder, but she couldn’t feel the temperature drop. She was so enraged she couldn’t feel anything but the volcanic heat of it. “You’re here to kill us all.”
“That’s the plan.” Poison corroborated with a confident nod. “And don’t start with the begging and pleading. It’s not gonna work this time so we might as well just cut to the chase and start trying to kill each other.”
Basil lets out a laugh, sounding like one of the bad guys off of those animes. “Oh, I have no intention of begging or pleading for my life, only to take yours!”
In seconds, Basil grabbed ahold of what looked to be a long wooden pole that was leaning against the wall behind her on the front porch. When she hoisted the bottom end up, it was shown to be a lengthy sharp scythe instead!
Poison’s amazement at her weapon preference was only covered by his Killjoy mask. He was not only impressed by her scythe but also kinda envious he didn’t ever think of having one of his own. He couldn’t envision what it would’ve been like to slice down his departed enemies with a scythe instead of his twin bowie knives because Basil took that opportunity to fly off the porch at them with her much grander weapon. Both Kobra and Poison ducked and rolled in opposite directions from each other and the slicing arc of the scythe. Due to the fact that Basil’s choice of weapon was a long-handled weapon with an extended reach, it made it tricky to close in on her. Straightening back up, the Way brothers took a brief moment to share a look at each other over their opponent’s petite head. The message written in their eyes was loud and clear to them.
One of them would have to distract Basil while the other waited to take the first opportunity to immobilize her.
Being the older brother, Poison felt it was only right that he was the decoy that would keep her preoccupied. It was the most perilous job of the two, but it had to be done. Besides, he just got done rescuing his brother from the Killjoys! There was no way in hell he was gonna give Basil another chance to murder his brother. Quickly, he sent his brother a nod.
Nodding back to Poison, Kobra stayed back so he wouldn’t take the attention away from his brother. If this was to work, he had to be out of sight and out of mind for Basil, otherwise, they’d have to come up with another plan to stop her before any Killjoys in the farmhouse decided to step out for some fresh air. But choosing to be the one to take Basil down wasn’t a position that came with plenty of chances. No, it was up to his brother to deliver it to him, and as soon as he did, Kobra would be ready.
“FUCK YOU BOTH! YOU TWO SCREWED UP THE KILLJOY FAMILY!” Basil cursed both of the Way brothers with every swinging arc of her soaring scythe. Her weapon was bigger than her and so it made it difficult to move fast on her feet, yet it was the only weapon she had on her at the moment. Either way, Basil went for one brother at a time, but they eluded her with ease. After a while, it was just Poison she was trying to strike, Kobra was no longer at the forefront of her mind when the tall older brother was the nearest target to her. “YOU BOTH ABANDONED US WHEN WE NEEDED YOU MOST! NOW YOU WILL DIE BY MY HANDS!”
Periodically, when an irate Basil got a little too close for comfort with her sharp scythe, Poison would counter it with the clash of one of his bowie knives. He had to stay close to her as he closed the distance even further between them, that was the role he was supposed to play. Eventually, she got the idea in her head to try to slice his legs off instead, so he had to hustle his steps and jump over the fatal weapon before it could make contact with him. A deadly game of jump rope, but with a scythe.
Kobra had to wait and wait and wait. And he loathed every second of it! He felt lazy letting his brother take Basil on one-on-one. If everything played out right, then it would work out in the end, but until then he looked like he had no interest in assisting. When he finally got his chance, it became the most critical moment of his life not just because it was an opening he might not get again, but because his brother’s life looked to be hanging in the balance!
A very active Basil had swung her scythe at Poison, catching him off guard at how energetic the short girl still was and making him stumble to get his footing back after she tried once again to slice his legs out from under him. It was her first and likely only opportunity to cut the Killjoy’s muse head off! As she steps forward and makes the move to decapitate the invincible threat, she is physically thwarted from doing so by the very person she forgot was still there.
Kobra had come up behind Basil and had his arm wrapped around her neck, cutting off her air supply. As she choked in his grasp, he growled an order in her ear. “Drop your weapon!”
Having no other choice due to having her oxygen cut off, Basil forfeited her weapon to the cold fertile ground beneath her feet. Both of her hands scrambled to Kobra’s arm lodged against her throat in an endeavor to claw it off of her so she could breathe again. When that wouldn’t work, she resolved to utilize her flexibility from years of gymnastics. Swinging her right leg up in a swift high kick, she felt the tip of her boot bashed into the front of Kobra’s face, forcing him to free her and fall back.
“BITCH!” Kobra shouted from where he lay sprawled out on his back with blood gushing out of his nose. He groaned as he propped himself up on his elbows to glare at Basil for her outstanding move. He totally forgot how flexible she was! In the past, he wasn’t the type of boss to throw out compliments but right now he was having that moment. But it was interrupted by what he noticed over her shoulder.
Poison picking up Basil’s discarded scythe.
Stumbling around to look down at the once formidable Kobra, Basil glared murderously down at him, one hand rubbing her sore throat as she hoarsely cursed him. “YOU BAST-”
Before Poison would let their target take a step towards his bleeding brother, he had swung the scythe at Basil and decapitated her head clean off of her shoulders. In delight, he watched the green mass fly off of her body and then bounce onto the ground before rolling off to the side. It had been a long time since Poison felt this kind of level of excitement over a weapon, he was transfixed by it. With a maniacal grin, he went right to work, defiling the rest of Basil’s limp corpse by dismembering her with her own weapon. He sliced her waist from her hips, and her arms and legs from her torso.
Kobra paid his laughing brother no mind as he sat up fully to wipe the blood from his face. He inspected his wounded nose and found with relief that it wasn’t broken. “I guess my night isn’t ruined yet.”
“You okay?” Poison inquired of his brother when he got bored of carving up Basil’s dead body.
“It’s not broken.” Kobra reported to him from where he sat on the cold damp ground. Suddenly, the sound of laughter from within the farmhouse was heard over the pounding music.
Both brothers turned to look at the house when Poison spoke up. “Is it time yet?”
Rolling his eyes at his impatient brother, Kobra confirmed with a smile. “Yes, it’s fucking time!”
Unholstering the 12 gauge shotgun from his back holster, Poison pumped the forestock and ordered his brother. “Get locked and loaded then, little brother.”
Rising to his feet, Kobra unholstered the two sawed-off shotguns he had strapped to his sides. Together in unison, he walked up the front steps of the farmhouse with his brother where they both opted to set aside their jackets. Doing this uncovered what was hidden underneath all this time, gun belts strapped around their hips and another two diagonally across their torsos along with ammo pouches. One might say they were a little over-prepared for what was on the other side of the door, but they didn’t know what they were facing tonight so they did what every Killjoy does, they overpack with a ton of ammo.
“Gotta agree with her there.” Poison concurred along to annoy his little brother. Nudging Michael with his elbow, he coolly reminded him. “You did make the rules.”
Smoothly disregarding his brother being a mischievous idiot at the moment, Kobra continued his little chat with Basil who stood on the front porch of the farmhouse that they tracked the Killjoys to, her hands gripping onto the wooden rail to keep herself in place so she wouldn’t act rashly. “That doesn’t negate the fact that you left you left me alive and thus by doing so, forfeited your lives.”
“So, this is it then.” Basil growled, gritting her teeth as she glared murderously down at the two men who had once been her family. The night was getting colder, but she couldn’t feel the temperature drop. She was so enraged she couldn’t feel anything but the volcanic heat of it. “You’re here to kill us all.”
“That’s the plan.” Poison corroborated with a confident nod. “And don’t start with the begging and pleading. It’s not gonna work this time so we might as well just cut to the chase and start trying to kill each other.”
Basil lets out a laugh, sounding like one of the bad guys off of those animes. “Oh, I have no intention of begging or pleading for my life, only to take yours!”
In seconds, Basil grabbed ahold of what looked to be a long wooden pole that was leaning against the wall behind her on the front porch. When she hoisted the bottom end up, it was shown to be a lengthy sharp scythe instead!
Poison’s amazement at her weapon preference was only covered by his Killjoy mask. He was not only impressed by her scythe but also kinda envious he didn’t ever think of having one of his own. He couldn’t envision what it would’ve been like to slice down his departed enemies with a scythe instead of his twin bowie knives because Basil took that opportunity to fly off the porch at them with her much grander weapon. Both Kobra and Poison ducked and rolled in opposite directions from each other and the slicing arc of the scythe. Due to the fact that Basil’s choice of weapon was a long-handled weapon with an extended reach, it made it tricky to close in on her. Straightening back up, the Way brothers took a brief moment to share a look at each other over their opponent’s petite head. The message written in their eyes was loud and clear to them.
One of them would have to distract Basil while the other waited to take the first opportunity to immobilize her.
Being the older brother, Poison felt it was only right that he was the decoy that would keep her preoccupied. It was the most perilous job of the two, but it had to be done. Besides, he just got done rescuing his brother from the Killjoys! There was no way in hell he was gonna give Basil another chance to murder his brother. Quickly, he sent his brother a nod.
Nodding back to Poison, Kobra stayed back so he wouldn’t take the attention away from his brother. If this was to work, he had to be out of sight and out of mind for Basil, otherwise, they’d have to come up with another plan to stop her before any Killjoys in the farmhouse decided to step out for some fresh air. But choosing to be the one to take Basil down wasn’t a position that came with plenty of chances. No, it was up to his brother to deliver it to him, and as soon as he did, Kobra would be ready.
“FUCK YOU BOTH! YOU TWO SCREWED UP THE KILLJOY FAMILY!” Basil cursed both of the Way brothers with every swinging arc of her soaring scythe. Her weapon was bigger than her and so it made it difficult to move fast on her feet, yet it was the only weapon she had on her at the moment. Either way, Basil went for one brother at a time, but they eluded her with ease. After a while, it was just Poison she was trying to strike, Kobra was no longer at the forefront of her mind when the tall older brother was the nearest target to her. “YOU BOTH ABANDONED US WHEN WE NEEDED YOU MOST! NOW YOU WILL DIE BY MY HANDS!”
Periodically, when an irate Basil got a little too close for comfort with her sharp scythe, Poison would counter it with the clash of one of his bowie knives. He had to stay close to her as he closed the distance even further between them, that was the role he was supposed to play. Eventually, she got the idea in her head to try to slice his legs off instead, so he had to hustle his steps and jump over the fatal weapon before it could make contact with him. A deadly game of jump rope, but with a scythe.
Kobra had to wait and wait and wait. And he loathed every second of it! He felt lazy letting his brother take Basil on one-on-one. If everything played out right, then it would work out in the end, but until then he looked like he had no interest in assisting. When he finally got his chance, it became the most critical moment of his life not just because it was an opening he might not get again, but because his brother’s life looked to be hanging in the balance!
A very active Basil had swung her scythe at Poison, catching him off guard at how energetic the short girl still was and making him stumble to get his footing back after she tried once again to slice his legs out from under him. It was her first and likely only opportunity to cut the Killjoy’s muse head off! As she steps forward and makes the move to decapitate the invincible threat, she is physically thwarted from doing so by the very person she forgot was still there.
Kobra had come up behind Basil and had his arm wrapped around her neck, cutting off her air supply. As she choked in his grasp, he growled an order in her ear. “Drop your weapon!”
Having no other choice due to having her oxygen cut off, Basil forfeited her weapon to the cold fertile ground beneath her feet. Both of her hands scrambled to Kobra’s arm lodged against her throat in an endeavor to claw it off of her so she could breathe again. When that wouldn’t work, she resolved to utilize her flexibility from years of gymnastics. Swinging her right leg up in a swift high kick, she felt the tip of her boot bashed into the front of Kobra’s face, forcing him to free her and fall back.
“BITCH!” Kobra shouted from where he lay sprawled out on his back with blood gushing out of his nose. He groaned as he propped himself up on his elbows to glare at Basil for her outstanding move. He totally forgot how flexible she was! In the past, he wasn’t the type of boss to throw out compliments but right now he was having that moment. But it was interrupted by what he noticed over her shoulder.
Poison picking up Basil’s discarded scythe.
Stumbling around to look down at the once formidable Kobra, Basil glared murderously down at him, one hand rubbing her sore throat as she hoarsely cursed him. “YOU BAST-”
Before Poison would let their target take a step towards his bleeding brother, he had swung the scythe at Basil and decapitated her head clean off of her shoulders. In delight, he watched the green mass fly off of her body and then bounce onto the ground before rolling off to the side. It had been a long time since Poison felt this kind of level of excitement over a weapon, he was transfixed by it. With a maniacal grin, he went right to work, defiling the rest of Basil’s limp corpse by dismembering her with her own weapon. He sliced her waist from her hips, and her arms and legs from her torso.
Kobra paid his laughing brother no mind as he sat up fully to wipe the blood from his face. He inspected his wounded nose and found with relief that it wasn’t broken. “I guess my night isn’t ruined yet.”
“You okay?” Poison inquired of his brother when he got bored of carving up Basil’s dead body.
“It’s not broken.” Kobra reported to him from where he sat on the cold damp ground. Suddenly, the sound of laughter from within the farmhouse was heard over the pounding music.
Both brothers turned to look at the house when Poison spoke up. “Is it time yet?”
Rolling his eyes at his impatient brother, Kobra confirmed with a smile. “Yes, it’s fucking time!”
Unholstering the 12 gauge shotgun from his back holster, Poison pumped the forestock and ordered his brother. “Get locked and loaded then, little brother.”
Rising to his feet, Kobra unholstered the two sawed-off shotguns he had strapped to his sides. Together in unison, he walked up the front steps of the farmhouse with his brother where they both opted to set aside their jackets. Doing this uncovered what was hidden underneath all this time, gun belts strapped around their hips and another two diagonally across their torsos along with ammo pouches. One might say they were a little over-prepared for what was on the other side of the door, but they didn’t know what they were facing tonight so they did what every Killjoy does, they overpack with a ton of ammo.