A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 32

[...Upon impact into the soldier’s midsection, Render hears his teeth clack and the dry huff of all the air suddenly escaping his lungs as the two of them meet the pavement. He releases a small volley of heavy punches into the face of the soldier shortly before hearing the racket and ricochets of bullets being fired at him and bouncing off of his back. ]

Daniels unloads an entire magazine before render slowly rises to his feet and turns to face him. His knuckles are coated in the blood of his fellow Guardsman, and the intensity of the moment is almost amplifying the “pat” it makes as it drips from his fists and falls to the pavement. Each breath Render takes is filled with rage and the desire for vengeance. The late evening air is warm but his breaths make large plumes of steam as they exit his body.

Daniels drops his P-90 on the ground and pulls his sidearm from its holster and carefully lays it on the ground. He does not take his eyes off of Render as he bends over and does this. As he rises up he holds his hands up palms out towards Render.
“We ain’t even gotta do this.”

“We already are you fucking piece of shit.”
Render begins to slowly advance towards Daniels.

“You and me ain’t so far apart in the way we feel. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be fighting anyone. Hell, I damn sure don’t want to be fighting you, whatever the fuck you are.”

“You bastards just can’t be satisfied can you? I told you I did not want to be your fucking guinea pig. I said leave me out. I just wanted to live a normal life. But no, you make sure I have to contend with my newfound lack of normality... I ought to rip your heart out of your chest and stomp it to paste. Where the fuck is she?”

Render shakes with anger and fear as he stops advancing and waits for a reply.

“You already know. She’s dead. Reaver made sure y- “

Render lunges towards Daniels but falls short of him. His unfocused mind renders his body into several various material characteristics that stop him from moving as easily as intended. His lack of focus near cripples him temporarily. He struggles to regain his control and slowly lifts his head towards Daniels.

“He left us all no choice. You can either die here trying to fight for someone who’s already dead or you can help the world in being a ‘guinea pig’ for a few hours. What’s it going to be tough guy?”
Daniels reaches across his chest over his left shoulder and unsheathes a shock stick. A weapon designed to combine the compact hitting power of a small baton and the capability to incapacitate through the use of electricity like a stun-gun. Raising his arm slightly above his head, Daniels is poised to strike Render over the head with the shock stick.

“Grrrrr, fuck you!”
Enraged again, Render surges up off of the ground towards Daniels and is quickly dispatched.

Two stories up above Sergeant Reaver watches as Render is incapacitated at Daniel’s feet. The sound of the impact and the crackle of electricity slightly echo towards him. Satisfied, he heads down to retrieve his latest guinea pig.