Hostage Situation, finale (EVK rp2)
Nov 19, 2022 22:29:37 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on Nov 19, 2022 22:29:37 GMT -5
Two guards come from the office and run to where Ronald lies dead next to a heavy machine gun placement. They run over to see that Jimmy is also dead and the two outside guards have been paralyzed. One picks up a walkie from a belt.
“Someone’s here.”
“Here?”
“He or she took out all four of the front guards. Looking around now.”
With seeming guidance from the universe, the guard with the walkie off of his belt looks up, spying Esmeralda in her perch. He brings up the walkie to his mouth and opens his mouth to speak when an upholstery needle flies into his mouth and neatly out through the back of his neck to sever the spinal cord. The second guard looks up to see what had dropped his partner when Esmeralda drops down in front of him. She hits a squat and then leaps up to hit her palm strike to the chin with enough force to send the guard fling backwards with a loud crack as his neck also snaps.
With these guards down, Esmeralda von Krauss picks up a revolver and walks boldly into the cafeteria where she sees her mission goal.
Samantha Perkins is tied up in a chair in front of a cell phone on a tripod. Her lead kidnapper, Joel Fraizer, points his own revolver at Samantha in fright at the woman who may have killed all of his guards.
Joel Frazier: Who the fuck are you? I will shoot the bitch if you come any fucking closer!
Esmeralda waves her gun around, not pointed at anyone.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Dahling, if you must shoot her. Shoot her. I’m here for you.
Joel backs up a few steps away from Samantha, lowering his pistol for a moment.
Joel Frazier: What the fuck? What the fuck? Put your weapon the fuck down or I’ll shoot you, bitch!
Joel starts to bring his gun up to aim at Esmeralda, but she’s quicker on the draw and shoots him in the forehead. His eyes cross as he falls to the floor, dead.
Samantha Perkins: You’ve saved me! Get me untied. Please?
Esmeralda just smiles.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I can’t do that, dahling. But here, this will explain everything.
Esmeralda walks over to where the phone was sitting on the tripod and removes it to replace it with her own smartphone. She hits a few buttons and Bert Perkins is on the screen. Samantha smiles in relief.
Samantha Perkins: That’s my husband! I knew you wouldn’t let these criminals keep me!
The stern look on her husband’s face changes her expression from relieved to worried.
Samantha Perkins: Is there something wrong, my love?
Bert Perkins: There is. I know what you did. You drove the family car into the lake. You got yourself out and let our daughters drown.
Samantha starts crying as Esmeralda calmly walks over to where the slain Joel is.
Samantha Perkins: It was an accident! I got out of the car and didn’t expect it to sink out of my reach! I’m not Aquaman!
Bert Perkins: I have receipts that say that you paid to have new seat belts put into the backseat. Seatbelts that have been known to get stuck. You knew that once there was no power to the car, the windows wouldn’t just open. You planned this. You planned the death of our children!
Samantha Perkins is still crying, tears blinding her since she cannot wipe her eyes.
Samantha Perkins: I never meant-
Bert Perkins: The PI I hired said there was no attempt to brake before going into the lake. No attempt to swerve away from the water.
Samantha Perkins: If you think all that, have me arrested! Did you…did you have me kidnapped?
Bert Perkins: Only Joel knew for certain and he’s dead. His last act…
Samantha turns her head to see Esmeralda holding up Joel’s dead arm. His gun is still in his hand though Esmeralda is holding it in place.
Esmeralda von Krauss: In prison, your husband gets nothing, dahling. However, if you are murdered by criminals…he cashes in the life insurance policy on you and can retire to mourn his daughters.
Samantha nods her head, looking resigned to her fate. She looks to her husband with a blank face.
Samantha Perkins: You could have hired a nanny to help me. You could have afforded a team of nannies to help me. Buuut no. You said that I was the mother and that I had to do things on my own. How I hated those girls. Always needy, they were. Mommy, kiss my boo boo. Mommy, can we go to the park? Mommy, I need new dresses. Mommy, I love you. The last was the worst.
Samantha shudders.
Samantha Perkins: I waited until you were done having children so I could have your blessing to get fixed. Then, I could plot to get rid of the kids and have it just be you and me like when we were dating. The kids stole your heart from me and all of my youth!
Bert Perkins: That’s all I need to hear.
Esmeralda uses Joel’s dead hand to fire the revolver, the bullet ripping through Samantha’s skull and killing her instantly. She drops Joel and the gun so that it looks like he was gunned down after he executed Bert’s wife.
Bert Perkins: Thank you for this.
Esmeralda looks down at the slain Samantha with a sigh.
Esmeralda von Krauss: It should have been you, Bert.
Bert Perkins: How do you figure?
Esmeralda von Krauss: The girl was begging you for help over and over before she came up with this insidious plan to be rid of her children. With your help, she would have never killed them. With your help, she would have been a happy wife. You drove her to this.
Bert Perkins: And? I have transferred the money to your account. Do you need more to soothe your conscience?
Esmeralda von Krauss: I do not. All I needed to know has been answered. You do not accept the blood that is clearly on your hands from this. You might never understand. That is why I take action after being paid.
Bert Perkins: Maybe I drove her to kill the kids, but she’s not around to prove that anymore. You made sure of that! You can’t hurt me through the phone, bitch.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I will not lay a finger on you, Mr. Perkins. D will.
Bert looks confused and then a little fearful, but then he shakes it off.
Bert Perkins: You don’t have the kind of range to be able to carry out two missions simultaneously.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I own an assassin’s league?
Bert Perkins: You mean…you don’t operate alone?
A man dressed in black, his face painted as a demon, places a hand on Burt’s shoulder. Like the cold hand of death itself, this could mean only one thing.
Burt Perkins: We can talk about this. I’m really sorry I wasn’t there for her.
Bargaining, they always bargained. There is no change in the visage of the stoic reaper behind him.
D: Tell her yourself. Burt Perkins, the blood of your children stains your hands just as yours shall stain the floor.
In the blink of an eye, D shoves a thin, ornate silver blade into the back of Bert’s neck, the blade sticking out through his mouth in a failed attempt to scream.
Once the blade is ripped out to a shower of blood, Bert slumps onto his desk, bleeding out his lifeblood pooling before spilling onto the floor as promised.
Choking out his final words between gurgles of blood, the failed father can only think of himself.
Bert Perkins: I…was going to be rich…
D’s visage fills the camera view to see Esmeralda.
D: It is done.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I know monster slaying isn’t your most favorite of things to do, but we ended two monsters today. You do good work. The best, dahling. See you soon. Out.
Esmeralda picks up her phone and shuts down the call so that she can switch to a video stream of herself.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Jitterman. The Boogeyman of the AWF when it was in session. You think you can scare me? Dahling, I am the spooky one in the darkness. I am the one who rules the night. You are a fairy tale come to life. I have heard that you will do anything to win. Well, I will do anything to prevent you from winning. You might take a cheap shot, but I will snap your neck like a twig if I must do so in order to win the day. You know this is a match where we will be trying to tear costumes off each other. I will be my opposite. BEAST! Underthings, furry jumpsuit, and then an X-Men uniform will be the day. Just try to get that all off of me!