《8.29mm》Please, closer. I need to be closer. I need warmth, I need it. - Deus Nix
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Everyone screamed when they saw the bloody Liuxing enter with an oversized pistol. Liuxing merely pointed behind her at the door. "Get out. Before I shoot you all." They all scrambled behind her. Liuxing walked past them without even sparing a glance to a single person. She stumbled into a purely white room, just like in her dream. The entire ceiling of the room was clear, and she could see the night sky. It had been awhile apparently. She must have woken up at around 6 or 7, based in how dark it was now. She could see the moon, and it's light stolen from the sun. The door opened behind Hun, and small footsteps followed. Liuxing turned to meet Pistolet, not even raising her pistol. Her fingers were nearly uncontrollable, so the gun would essentially be useless.
Pistolet jammed her machine pistol into Huns chest. "It's over! I've got you! I was too late, you still killed my friends, but I can still make you suffer, you living piece of garbage, disgrace to the great countries of Romania and the DPRM." Using all her experience, everything she had ever culminated, Hun tried to bat the machine pistol away with her metal arms, but Pistolet was too prepared. She slammed the trigger and it spilled her magazine directly into Hun. Not even her highly sought after armor could catch all of the 10mm that was pouring into Hun. Within the first couple shots, the armor was pierced in the one area fire was concentrated, and the rest punched into Hun. Hun could feel her heart melt and the blood leave her body. It was a strange feeling to feel everything vital to you leave all at once. Her lungs were now filled and collapsed, and she struggled a breath. She could almost sense the gore on the wall behind her as she fell. But, she was suddenly filled with more power than anyone else. Literally glowing, Hun threw a shattered arm towards Pistolet. Her weakened fingers grasped her shoulder and her eyes glowed not with anger or fear but with pure will. Pistolet tried to shake free, but Hun's weight pulled her down. Hun mouthed words, blood literally pouring from it as she slipped the knife she essentially stole from Seal Man from her pant leg. Pistolet was no expert, but she could read lips with some ease. What she was saying was: “After all this time, Paradise Risen.” She tried to shake free knowing Hun would do anything, but she was out of ammo and it was too late. Pistolet panicked and screamed and threw herself around to get free from her deathgrip. Hun slit her throat as cleanly as if she weren't dying. Pistolet began to cry, knowing her life was pouring through the cut in her neck as smoothly as words would. Her tears brought Hun's blood soaked undershirt despair. Mamasha choked on her own blood, and the thing that had kept her happy most would be forever gone. "But… I… Why… Oh Lolita, please…" she buried her head in Hun's chest like a child after a bad dream. Hun wrapped her arms around her, no matter the pain. "I know. You did your best, and I'm sure your friends will appreciate it. You killed the great Hun Liuxing after all." Hun's glow began to fade. Her eyes now were peaceful, as she looked down at Pistolet's pleasant dark brown hair. Her eyes were no longer shining gold, and she looked so innocent. Pistolet tried to scream, but her slit throat didn't allow. She sobbed. "I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I DON'T WANT TO DIE…" Pistolet drew one last breath from the horrid air, and slowly closed her eyes. Hun allowed a single tear to roll down her cheek. "It's okay. I'm tired too." Hun's eyes lost all of their warmth, their happiness, their determination and willpower. "Finally some rest…" There, Hun Liuxing died, staring into the sky, where Paradise finally lay.
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