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Atara Raven · (05-07-2020)

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A diner. Symbol of Americana and the working class, the setting for a plethora of tropes seen in television and film. A seemingly harmless setting where the worst things tend to always happen. Now it could add pin attempt to the resume and Felix Jones to the list of victims unlucky enough to take a seat and order that slice of apple pie.

There he sat, exhausted, beaten and battered, wearing the badge of Xtreme in all it's black blue bruised glory. Cigarette in hand, the X-treme title thrown haphazardly on the counter, Felix caught the stares of patron and waiter alike. He reeked of trouble and each of them had a forboding sense it was coming.

And they were right.

The hunter was being hunted. The hunter had been found. Felix had been unknowingly cornered. Hope that pie was as good as advertised.

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With every click and clack of their heels, Felix's demise loomed closer. Two lionesses of the XWF came to reclaim stolen gold.

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A jingling of door bells was his only warning, a ducking waitress his last hint. Through the door came the Themis girls, shotguns drawn already.

Bang. Bang. That awful sound. They shot them down. Peppered everything in sight, if it moved it died.

Bang. Bang.

Drink glasses exploded, plates shattered, pie splattered everywhere, luckily, Felix has spatial awareness enough to know and had jumped the countered. Lot of good that pea shooter at his wrist was gonna do though. The minute that hand peaked over the countertop it...

Boom, it would've been gone. He knew it. Around the corner came Atara, gun already drawn back and falling. Felix caught the stock right to the dome and before he could react both women stood over him.

Like she had before, Atara dug her heel right into his chest and Osira began the count...

1....

2....

Felix Jones · (05-07-2020)

My head was killing me. It felt like someone was doing construction work on my skull inside. That's what I get for drinking heavily last night but I tend to do that a lot. It helps with the pain from all the attacks, at a cost of course. Being hungover fucking sucks, I can only blame myself. One think I knew to get rid of it was to get something sweet to eat, so I went to the local diner to get me some good ol' fashion Apple Pie. I loved pie, more so than cake. The warm and smell of pie could send me to Heaven. Apple pie is one of the most American thing you could eat and it helped with hangovers. The day was beautiful, the birds were out singing to one another, people were walking around enjoying the Sunshine. Peaceful. That was before hearing shotgun blasts. I looked up to see the Themis sisters, blowing people away left and right. Ah fuck. Here we go again. I didn't have time to fire back and my Smith & Wesson Escort wasn't going help me much when taking on two crazy ladies with fucking shotguns. Since I didn't want to die, I quickly rose from my booth and rushed to the counter and drove over it, I had barley dodged the getting shot by one of the sisters but I crashed hard on the floor causing the wind to be knocked out of me. For a split second. I didn't know where I was, but I got back my focus and started to move. There wasn't anything I could do now. They trapped me. I saw Atara's heels before looking up at her. She was hovering over me.

"Did you really have to kill all those pies? What the fuck is wrong with yo-"

Atara answered with stock end of the shotgun before I could finish what I was saying. Now she placed her heel on me as her sister counted. What they didn't plan was. My buddy Jut was coming and had just parked his car when the chaos started to go down. He must have grabbed his assault rifle from the trunk. I heard him before I could see him.

"I got ya buddy!"He yelled before he pointed his gun at Atara. I saw her eyes go wide, that was the moment I Kicked out of the pin right before Jut started to spray the diner with more lead. It was Atara's turn to die over the counter, Osira curled up and tried to stay as low to the ground as she could. Once Jut stopped, I got up as fast as I could, taking Osira's shotgun and booked it out of the diner and got into the car with Jut. He drove us out of there like a bat outta Hell. Holy fucking shit. That was mental.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck. I didn't get to finish my pie. God dammit."

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