[Trail]

Running. Legs like needles and lungs like coals. I can't seem to shake him.

Corners and hallways of infinity. Where to go. Do I turn and fight? Am I destined for death?

I hear him laughing behind me. I decide there is only one thing to do.

I muster all the courage in my bones. I skid across the floor as I come to a complete halt, and twist my body to face him with fists at the ready.

He's gone. 
 
I feel the needles move from my legs and towards the base of my skull. The softest footprints behind me. I freeze with fear.

So many names. There is not one that can be used definitively. 

"Welcome to the innocent motel" he says in the most distorted of voices. He slides the barrel of the MP9 into my ass. 

"La-la-lazy please" I manage to sputter.

He gives me one final AEUGH into my ear before pulling the trigger. 

Misreg. 

He gets shot from behind, and falls. 

A prince has come to save me...a damsel in distress. 

He reveals himself. A horror greater than the last. 

He actually goes by the name of prince...

My relief quickly turns to despair. 

Before he can insult my intelligence and berate my bloodline for their inferiority...I grab the MP9 from the ground and place it under my mouth. 

I see the infamous Long-Dong Hong and his Long Dong dragging behind him. His chef knives in hand.

From the end of the other hallway, Damien with his microphone and gain at max is running towards me. His long hair parted like The Grudge.

There is no escape.

I pull the trigger.

My whole life flashes before me. 

My final thought is MiniMe in his cosplay.

For a moment...there is stillness.

My eyes shoot open.

Misreg.

*Click Click*

No more ammo.