The Annihilator: Part 2

he Annihilator’s kills were attracting attention of other participants, however. A corrupt cop named Walker had been going through a post office nearby, looking for the coveted gold bar, when he heard the elated commentary of the announcer, over the pained wailing of Jan. He suspected the Annihilator was close. He had prepared himself for that occasion, by constructing a primitive fragmentation bomb from materials found in abandoned stores.

Tanner was scanning the area around him, trying to find the source of occasional noise. In fact, there were two. An independent, underground reporter named Jenna was trying to get away, because she had seen Walker fairly close by, while sneaking around. However, her movement distracted the former police officer, just as he was about to toss the explosive device at Tanner.

The Annihilator ran and fell into a roll, to avoid the blast. The smoke generated obscured both him, and Jenna from Walker’s field of vision, enabling her to hastily run away, and Tanner to move into a counterattack.

He threw a punch to the former cop’s nose before kneeing him in the gut.

The crippled man bled from his nose, and coughed up blood, as well. It was certain he would die, and the excited audience knew it, too.

“No badge to protect you now, huh, dirty cop?” Tanner taunted the man before striking him in the groin with the knee.

The corrupt cop writhed and rolled from the groin shot, before the powerful stud mounted him, and began a series of brutal punches that caused blood to spay everywhere. With each punch, the stud groaned louder, as the physical destruction aroused him.

Somewhere after the eighth punch, he had had enough, and wrapped his right arm around the head of Walker, and pulled on the neck of the beaten-up man. A loud crack almost set him off sexually, as it was the finisher on yet another contestant.

The reaction of the audience to the eroticized kill of the stud was one of sheer jubilation, in which females were the more prominent voice. Afterwards, things seemed calm, until sounds of metal being impacted went through the air.

Someone was climbing the fire escape ladders of a building- up top. It was Harold- a thin, sick man with no serious crime under his name. Other than protesting against bad luck, and the dystopian world he lived in.

Tanner easily made his way after Harold. This was the one contestant that was not even convicted of any crime. However, rules were rules. Also, the young stud had no qualms about killing by this point in his life.

It seemed like Harold had not noticed the Annihilator, as he got up very high, despite almost slipping up. In his 40-s, the man looked pale and jaundiced. When he got on top of a balcony, he looked down, seemingly ready to jump.

“That’s a quick way to go, Harold. I could finish you off, too, without impaling yourself in those steel bars below.” Tanner suggested to the poor man.

“I…never got the help I needed to…live. It is really pathetic if I can’t even die on my own. “ the man said, but he did not jump yet.

Tanner saw the man was ill, and offered the only kind of help he could provide. “Well, I could kill you without pain.”

“I don’t know what you do to kill people, so…your choice. At least you’re kinder than health insurance clerks… “, the man says, looking with sadness at the picture of health and strength he himself could never be.

Tanner felt the man’s plight resonate in his chest and he decided: “Sit down, and suck my dick. When I cum, I will break your neck.” He sat down and fished his hardening cock.

After seeming shocked at the fate picked for him, Harold calmed down and simply sat down on a foldable chair, wrapping his mouth around the Annihilator’s dick.