A Serenade For The Innocent 141 A Star Is Born?

The enormous black minigun that came out of Christopher's back pocket and he used ever so quickly to blast his brains off dropped into the floor once Christopher himself fell into the ground. The room was then filled with a deafening silence that none of us had antic.i.p.ated. First of all, how could a ma.s.sive weapon like that emerge out of that b.a.s.t.a.r.d's tight pocket! It makes 0 f.u.c.king sense! Is this another one of those stupid tricks and s.h.i.+t that came out of Lucas' dumb a.s.s van on the other side?

Okay, okay... I need to calm down... Christopher is going to be okay, so that's nothing to him. That real problem here is how these people would react.

For the first time in a while, the policeman showed a crack on his impregnable smirk. A wave of shock, anger, and a twinge of fear crept upon the muscled man's tan face as he took a few steps back away from Christopher's mangle body. Smoke continued to come out of one of the minigun's many barrels. The shocked policeman then shook his head vigorously before rus.h.i.+ng towards the minigun on the floor. He didn't even check if Christopher is okay. Well, why would he? The guy is clearly dead; there's literally no other bigger interpretations to this—he's just dead, dropped on the floor like the f.u.c.king loser that he is.

The policeman then lifted the minigun into his table. From the looks of it, the tanned muscled man had a hard time carrying the d.a.m.n thing; it has got to be heavy... I mean, the d.a.m.n thing is absolutely f.u.c.king enormous! Nevertheless, Christopher just pulled it out of his back pocket with his right hand just so he could have a dramatic exit out of this s.h.i.+thole. f.u.c.king show-off as always...

"This d.a.m.n thing has no other bullets in it..." The policeman said with a defeated grunt as he places his arms around his waist with a defeated sigh. "Looks like the guy just blasted his head off and left us with a useless weapon. Well, I mean, we can probably still use this to bash somebody's head, not gonna lie." He added with a groan but instantly chuckled right away as if he had just realized that whatever he had just said is funny... at least, to him.

"There's a corpse on the floor!" The salesman said as he swiftly walked towards the nonchalant policeman. He just stepped on the slug men on the floor as if they weren't corpses... I guess this guy just thinks that it's okay to be sad about your death as long as your body is intact and you're neatly dressed. He then showed a disturbed scowl on his face as he pointed at Christopher's lifeless body. "The least of our problems now is the gun!"

"Absolutely not!" The nurse said as she slowly walked towards the direction of the policeman. She then clung onto the policeman's chest with a sigh. "That man planned to kill one of us; who cares if he killed himself? I say, good riddance! He signed up for that himself! But he left us a weapon like this that we can use if we saw one of those monsters again!"

"I agree!" The policeman gently said with a slow nod that makes me wonder if he really understood what they were talking about. Instead, the policeman just allowed his hands to travel around the nurse's body until it reached her a.s.s. The muscled man then gripped on the meek lady's left a.s.s cheeks as if he owns it. Meanwhile, the lady herself didn't seem to mind it and just flinched lightly when the deed was done.

"WE DON'T EVEN HAVE BULLETS FOR IT!" The salesman further antagonized as he pointed both of her hands towards the minigun on the white table before him. "HOW ARE WE GONNA FIRE THIS s.h.i.+T IF WE DON'T EVEN HAVE WAYS TO SHOOT IT! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE THIS?"

The policeman then sighed as he scratched the back of his head with a shrug. "That's why I said we will use it as a blunt weapon, you deaf, dumb f.u.c.k." The policeman said with a click of his tongue. "And to answer your question, yes. Yes, I know how to f.u.c.king use this s.h.i.+t. Now, stop being such a f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h and help us, won't you?"

"Uhh..." I said, finally wanting this d.a.m.n thing to end already. I let out a defeated sigh as I remained seated on the electric chair with steak sauce dripping on my face. "A little bit of help would be nice."

"Oh my G.o.d!" The nurse exclaimed as she slowly moved towards me. She then started taking the restraints off my body. Haa... About d.a.m.n time. I thought I'm gonna get cramps if I stayed like this for another minute. "I'm so sorry, father! We didn't mean to forget you." Was it because I'm quiet all this time? d.a.m.n. Maybe I should start showing my presence every now and then too. Oh well. Who could blame me? I've been forced to be on different sorts of restraints for two areas now. I wasn't even able to give my vote to the nurse earlier in that game show thing. Now they're gonna forget about me after h.o.a.rding those murder spree all for themselves?

Rude.

I ain't got any complaints yet, though.

"It's quite alright," I said as I slowly stood up from the electric chair for the first time in a long while with a soft grunt. I felt like I've been there since forever. "So why hasn't any of you congratulated the policeman yet for his exemplary work earlier?" I said with the fakest laugh plastered all over my sauce riddled face. I then started wiping my face on my ca.s.sock after realizing this.

It seems that everyone gave varying reactions upon hearing my somewhat complimentary tone.

"Uhh... Thanks, I guess?" The policeman is clearly distraught after hearing it. He raised his eyebrow while looking at me like I'm some kind of psycho weirdo. Can't blame him. He kinda did force a spoon deep into my mouth, which is... rape-y, not gonna lie.

"Why the f.u.c.k are you saying that after what he had done to you, father?" Meanwhile, the salesman just looked at me with both shock and disgust as if he hadn't expected me to side on the policeman. I also can't blame him. After all, if I had a bit of control over this d.a.m.n dungeon, I would have already chopped the policeman into different million pieces and turned him into a meal ala Sweeney Todd.

"The priest is right! We should be celebrating right now!" The nurse said with a stupidly naive smile on her face. It seemed that she's the only one delighted upon hearing what I had just said.

"Well, I get the frustrations around. I've been frustrated about the whole thing myself." I said with my hands on my chest while looking at the people around me before uttering a soft chuckle. "But we have to understand that the policeman had risked his life to get us all out of here. This man knew that he alone would die if he partic.i.p.ates in this whole d.a.m.n thing, but he still did it regardless. That sort of bravery warrants a few words of grat.i.tude from me." I said as a matter of fact, even if I don't believe what had just left my mouth.

"I... I guess..." The salesman said as he let his head drop with a sigh.

"That's right! We should all be happy that we're all here!" I then looked down at Christopher's corpse with a look of condemnation. "The deed is done, and the die is cast." I then looked back at the people around me with the same fake a.s.s smile I always flaunt around throughout this whole dungeon thing. "See? The policeman is sorta like that Barbara Streisand movie uh... where she married this guy, and she became an award-winning person... What was it called again?"

"A Star is Born?" The nurse asked as she checked my body for injuries. Huh. Oh yeah. She IS a nurse. She should know some of these, but this is actually the first time I've seen her do these physical check things since the first area.

I then snapped my fingers while looking at the policeman. "Precisely! You are a star, Mister Policeman! You should be proud!"

After hearing this, the policeman gradually let out a soft chuckle that turned into a hoa.r.s.e and hearty laugh. "YOU'RE RIGHT, FATHER!" He said as he forcefully pulled the nurse towards him and started groping her chest. "I AM A STAR! I SHOULD BE CELEBRATED! I DID ALL THESE FOR ALL OF YOU UNGRATEFUL f.u.c.kS AND THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS TO SERVE ME!"

"You son of a b.i.t.c.h, stop that!" The salesman thundered, but, like, he didn't really do anything to stop him. Well, someone's scared.

"Now, now," I said while waving my hands towards the haughty salesman. "We need to not have another argument in this place. How about we just move on and leave this place together, eh? What say y'all?"

Everyone then reluctantly agreed to me other than the policeman who laughed ever so loudly while wholeheartedly agreeing to what I had just said.

I then opened the door sitting behind the electric chair and saw two white towels hanging on each side of the corridor.