Post by Max Rivers on Oct 7, 2017 1:12:42 GMT -5
Max waited for the strike. He waited for the blow to come. But it never did. It never came. Kennedy didn't kill him, didn't fight him, he spared me him once again. No matter how hard he fought Kennedy didn't kill him. He didn't know why, he didn't care. He only looked at the man with hatred as he went inside. He didn't move from the ground. Max knew Kennedy's goons were trigger happy. They would kill him without a thought. If he did something now he'd only end up shot. Kennedy was the one he was after anyway, though the girl he brought would be a good target, and easy target.
Not a few seconds later Brian was dragged out. Max watched the old man be thrown down, hitting the dirt. "Please, no. Anyone but him," he begged as he leaned forward, "he's a doctor, he can help you. Kill me, kill anyone else. Just not him. He saves people, he could be of use to you." He saw there was no reasoning with the sledgehammer wielding man. Garret confirmed that Brian had been Max's friend and that was enough for the evil bastard. Max watched, his face emotionless as the man swung.
His eyes only brined with hatred at the man kept swinging. His hands balled in fists. He wanted to attack, he could do it too. At this point he had nothing to loose but his own life. There was nothing else they could take. But he didn't lunge, he didn't strike. Instead he remained motionless, sitting in the dirt. He watched the blood pool around what had been the head of his friend. He stared at it, not turning away.
Everything around him become a blur. He didnt speak, didn't look at anyone. He sat defeated, eyes set on the body of Brian. It was over. Kennedy had won, there was nothing else he could take. The farm had nothing, without Brian, they couldn't go on. He continued to stare, not moving as he did. "Get out. You won, it's over. Take what you want," he spoke, though his voice was quite. "There's nothing left here."
Not a few seconds later Brian was dragged out. Max watched the old man be thrown down, hitting the dirt. "Please, no. Anyone but him," he begged as he leaned forward, "he's a doctor, he can help you. Kill me, kill anyone else. Just not him. He saves people, he could be of use to you." He saw there was no reasoning with the sledgehammer wielding man. Garret confirmed that Brian had been Max's friend and that was enough for the evil bastard. Max watched, his face emotionless as the man swung.
His eyes only brined with hatred at the man kept swinging. His hands balled in fists. He wanted to attack, he could do it too. At this point he had nothing to loose but his own life. There was nothing else they could take. But he didn't lunge, he didn't strike. Instead he remained motionless, sitting in the dirt. He watched the blood pool around what had been the head of his friend. He stared at it, not turning away.
Everything around him become a blur. He didnt speak, didn't look at anyone. He sat defeated, eyes set on the body of Brian. It was over. Kennedy had won, there was nothing else he could take. The farm had nothing, without Brian, they couldn't go on. He continued to stare, not moving as he did. "Get out. You won, it's over. Take what you want," he spoke, though his voice was quite. "There's nothing left here."