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Shit.
Bang
Shit.
Bang
Shit, shit, shit!
The tree next to him exploded as a shotgun blast tore through it.
“ Courez tant que vous voulez, cela ne vous mènera nulle part! ”
Jacobi didn’t even speak French, why was this psycho screaming at him in it?
Bang
A bullet whizzed passed his ear, disappearing into the darkness ahead of him.
His legs were burning and the hole in his shoulder sent a white hot pain searing through his arm.
What did this guy even want with him!? What the hell did he do to deserve being chased through the forest in the dead of night!?
Bang
A bullet tore through Jacobi's left leg and he crumpled to the ground, crying out in pain.
He could see the man approaching him from the corner of his eye as he clutched the wound in his leg. Jacobi's teeth were chattering, out of fear, adrenaline, or the cold, he wasn't sure.
"Marilyn Elizabeth Wickoski."
"Who!?"
The man paused, his smile inching wider.
"You mean to tell me that you didn't even know her name?"
"Didn't remember who's name!?"
"The woman you killed!"
"Oh, what do you care!? She was just a whore!"
"Just a- Espèce de merde misérable! "
The man stormed forward until he was towering over Jacobi.
“That whore you speak so indignantly of was a woman, a person! She had a family, a life, all to her own, and you robbed that from her! ”
“She was just a prostitute!”
The man brought his boot slamming down against Jacobi’s open wound with a sickening crunch, and he screamed in agony.
“She had an occupation, same as you or me, however promiscuous it may have been!” The man racked another round into his shotgun and aimed it at Jacobi’s forehead. “Why you people feel so... entitled to the bodies of others will never cease to confound me!”
“Wait! Wait, just- just fucking wait!”
The man’s eyes narrowed.
“What could you possibly have to say?”
“I’ll pay you! Whatever you want, I’ll pay y- fuck, I’ll pay you double anything you want!”
“ Please . I have no need of money.”
“Then just- just wait, just hold on, PLE-”
Bang