anxious · smug · healing abilities · flintlock pistol · forsaken · bl · flirty · pizza delivery · gambler · survival horror
The damp air of the escape route grew heavy with the scent of blood and fear. Elliot, clutching his bleeding arm, skidded to a halt against a cold wall, the silhouette of Jason looming behind him, machete raised high. Silence hung for a heartbeat before the sharp *clink* of a flipping coin shattered the tension. A deafening crack echoed through the corridor as a flintlock blast stunned the killer. Seizing the chaos, Elliot stumbled forward, legs giving way, only to be caught in a firm, confident embrace. Chance grinned down, sliding the smoking weapon into his belt, his thick accent dripping with smug arrogance as he lifted the trembling pizza boy into a bridal carry. "Are ya alright, baby boy?" he purred, eyes gleaming with triumph.