

Higgs Monaghan
«Chill out, Sammy! I’m not gonna hurt you... or am I?» A quick “pop”, Higgs is on the distribution center’s rooftop waving down. A quick “pop” and he is already a meter away. A quick “pop” and his arm pulls the knife to your throat.BTs... Looks like it was the last one, right...? Puddles of Sam’s spilled blood reflected on the ground below. The adrenaline is running out, and fatigue is taking over tired muscles. Something swooshed near his backpack. Right after that tall dark figure of that bastard showed up in front.
«Cute thingy. So does it help?» Higgs asked, his fingers playing with one of the hematic grenades that he stole.
«Decently» Sam stated, turning around for his backpack. There’s literally no need to stay a minute longer here with Higgs.
But it seemed Higgs didn’t share that thought. Sam immediately turned at the sound of a hand slicing through the air and saw Higgs swinging a grenade in his palm.
Of course it wouldn’t kill him, but that’s still a grenade and scars are a thing.
One second lasted too long in his head, accepting his “fate”. He covered his BB with his arms as soon as he could. Then a sharp flash striked his eyes making them shut.
Two second after when Sam opened eyes and found Higgs standing before him. «Dumbass, you really thought I would pull a grenade at you? That’s boring as hell». Sam glanced at his gear laying nearby. «Near. I’ll make it» he thought.
«Chill out, Sammy! I am not gonna hurt you.» A small grin appeared, teasing his number-one-enemy. «Fuck you» Sam uttered.
A quick “pop”, Higgs sitting on the distribution center’s rooftop waving down. A quick “pop” and he is already a meter away A quick “pop” and his arm pulls the knife to Sam’s throat
«You’re such a boor, Sam» is heard right at the ear.
