Gallows was angry today. He's rarely angry.
He murdered eight people before the police arrived. Gallows laughed until they charged. They ruined his self-proclaimed artwork. That wasn't the trigger to his anger.
They freed the man that was struggling for air where he hung. The noose choking the life out of him.
They freed his victim.
His laughter changed. He wasn't smiling anymore. He slaughtered a handful of officers, clawed his way through to the survivor and stabbed him through the neck. Gallows one constant is that there are never survivors. He grabbed the dying survivor and threw him over the heads of the police force before dodging through the gunfire. He used the dying victim as a shield while he tied a noose around his neck. Gallows flung the rope over the tree branch near the side of the road; I exited from the stillness and grabbed his arm, threw him onto the branch above where he grabbed the rope and leaped down. The victim was dragged upwards and once more he was on the ground. Neck napping he dropped the dead man hanging.
I took Gallows by the arm and we appeared back at the graveyard. He walked towards the door crookedly I noted. Hit the frame of the door before collapsing inside. Blood leaked onto the floor through his skeleton jacket. He pulled himself up and walked to the basement, unzipping his hood and spitting out fresh blood.
I assisted Gallows in tending to the five bullet wounds he gained. He was giving a bloody grin the entire time. Gallows killed all nine targets, bullet wounds mean nothing as long as he succeeds.
He is displeased I've noted. I believe he's interested in why the police have begun to fight back. They were losing hope, begun cleaning up the messes without pursuing. A change has occurred. He is curious.
I should begin digging graves due to this. He shall be committing many more sins. Already I hear him dragging in a new victim himself. Bullet wounds mean nothing for death means nothing to us. His work continues.