“You can run, but you can’t hide!” Red shouted, hot on her heels as she tore up the stairs. “I’m gonna enjoy tearing you from limb to limb!” Sheri rounded the corner, ducking into the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her.
“It’s not time for a nap! Come out and play Sheri! We can pick up where we left off last time!” Red laughed, as he began to batter the bedroom door.
Sheri mentally slid the dresser in front of the door to buy herself some more time as he attempted to break down the door, grabbing another shotgun that Deadblood stowed beneath his side of the bed. Taking aim at the door she fired, striking Red square in the chest on the other side.
“ANOTHER FUCKING SHOTGUN?! YOU BITCH, WHEN I GET IN THERE I’LL--” His rant was cut off abruptly by another round of slugs coming in quick succession from behind the closed door. Enraged, he battered through the weakened door, knocking the dresser aside only to find himself face to face with a propped up shotgun with a long wire fixed to the trigger, and Sheri nowhere in sight.
“Nice try, but your fucking boobytraps are not going to save you!” He spotted another door to the right, and tried the knob to find it locked. A smug grin swept across his face, sure that he had her cornered in the ensuite bathroom. He brught a huge, booted foot up, ready to kick in the weak interior door only for a heavy wrought iron and glass nightstand to come crashing across the back of his head.
He turned to face his assailant, only for the matching nightstand to come barreling through the air towards him as well. Swatting it out of the air and towards the window where it shattered the pane, he scanned the room for any sign of Sheri.
“I FUCKING HATE HIDE AND SEEK! WHY DON”T YOU COME OUT AND WE CAN PLAY A LITTLE GAME I LIKE TO CALL GUT THE SLUT!?” He raged, flipping the bed over, hoping to uncover her hiding place. His efforts only uncovered a few books and sundry items that had wound up under the bed accidentally. Turning his attentions back to the locked door he was sure she was behind now, he kicked it in, only to reveal an empty bathroom.
Beyond frustrated now, he turned his attention to one last door, also closed. He swung it open, to reveal Sheri’s closet with dozens of shoes stacked in neat rows on shelves. Before he could turn around to continue his search, the shoes began to fly at his face, hurled by an unseen force. Faced with the contents of Sheri’s closet springing towards him like a hailstorm made up of shoes, boots and various other accesories, he began to curse even louder as he swatted them out of the way.
A belt flew towards him, wrapping around his neck and tightening as her closet continued to vomit up it’s contents at him in a wave. His hands went to his neck as he attempted to pull the belt loose, shoes continuing to batter him relentlessly. Red managed to get a large finger under the belt, tilting his head back to gain a little more leverage to yank it from his neck just in time to see Sheri coming at him feet first from her perch above the door where she’d been hiding the whole time.
Knocking Red down with the force of the impact, she scrambled up to her feet and back down the stairs to aid Deadblood against the cyborg duo.
