Thread: The Extreme Path [GD x Penitency]

Vincent slowly steadied his breathing underneath the dripping hood of his trench coat. He could watch the droplets dangling from the top of the fabric until they then made a sharp fall unto the broad expanse of his wide chest. Nimble fingers carefully plucked the extra shells mounted in the rings along the side of the shotgun. Once he had a handful, Vincent began to slide them into the magazine port beneath the shotgun. The sound of each red shell sliding into the internal magazine beneath the barrel could be heard while thunder clapped overhead. Sideways and torrential rain joined the mix of overwhelming noises as it battered the vehicle he was currently hiding behind. Above all else, the sound of Ryker's slow and patient footsteps soon joined the fray, and Vincent knew he had little time before the angry male rounded the corner and confronted him. Instead of waiting, Vincent cocked the shotgun by pulling back on the forend and then releasing it. Chit-chank . The weapon was topped off. Knowing his newest partner was handling the mass amount of others, Vincent narrowed his mind on one of the many sons of the Bloodsaw gang. He pivoted and turned around the corner to come face-to-face with the angry, determined kin. Immediately, considering there was so little room between them, Vincent pulled back the shotgun before lunging it forwards. The buttstock of the weapon collided with Ryker's chest, which send the smaller male tumbling backwards. His raised handgun fired after he had been stroked by the gun, but it was horribly off to the left. Said bullet zipped by Vincent and impacted one of the walls of the alley surrounding them. Before Ryker could recover, Vincent was shouldering his weapon for a final blow. Squeezing the trigger sent a hail of pellets from the barrel end of Vincent's shotgun. All of it rushed to Ryker's right leg, immediately ripping at skin and bone. A loud and agonizing yell escaped Ryker's lips both of his hands reached down and grabbed ahold of his torn thigh that was riddled with lead wads. Ahhh! Fuck! Ryker groaned out for help as his handgun clattered across the ground. He began to hop on one leg before falling back across the floor on his ass. Water beaded and pattered across the man as he lay within streaming puddles. His blood slowly began to join the rippling trails of liquid across the cold pavement as he stared up at his shooter. Don't do this! Please! My father! He will pay you both double whatever you're getting. Don't do this! Vincent sighed under his breath as he cocked the shotgun again with his large hand. An empty red shell was expelled from the chamber and went tumbling across the floor at his feet. Vincent simply looked up from under the hood of his clothing and noticed Nolla had been dealing with the last goon Ryker had brought along. When she was done dispatching them, Vincent called out. Ryker felt about the ground with both hands as he tried to sit up in a panic. You got ten seconds to shoot this kid, or I am doing it myself. Ryker yelled out again with both hands shielding his face, Please! My father will TRIPLE your pay. Ok? How does that sound!? Vincent sighed and carefully leaned his shotgun up against the front of his shoulder now, with barrel pointed upwards. The deal had been they would both confirm the kill, but Vince was getting impatient waiting for his partner to show up and finish this.