He waits a couple hours after 12, nearing nearly 2 Am, when he spots a car cruising on the backroads. At first, he thinks this might be just a tourist going through the desert, but then he thinks to himself “Wait, a tourist wouldn't know the roads enough to drive at night, gps maybe?”. He tries to think of every logical conclusion that it wasn't him, getting himself anxious. But he thens shrugs it off. “No, it's definitely him. He was kind enough to come to our little ‘playdate’. Mine as well give him what he came for”. It dawned on him the reason he didn't recognize his car was, well, “I blew his up. Whoops”. He waited for a bit and someone stepped out of the car, and of course it was Brian. He wore a big bullet proof jacket on and wielded an assault rifle. “Jesus christ, his gun looks like an ar15, but way more decked out. Looks like something fucking rambo would use to mow people down in the rainforest with” he thought to himself. He got out and propped the sniper up on the hood of the car. He waited for a bit, aiming it at his head. When brian stopped and looked around, he took a breath and took the shot. Miss. “Holy shit, how dumb can I be!” he says realizing he never reset the scope from his last encounter. “God dammit. Fucking details man!” he says hitting himself in the head. Brian hit the deck and found shelter behind a boulder. He swiftly finds his way to a second perch, just right to where he was. Luckily, despite Brian being behind a boulder, the perch was just right of it. He reset the scope and aimed as brian slowly inched into his crosshairs. He squeezed the gun, causing it to fire. BANG. “Holy fuck, this gun sounds amazing” he thought to himself. The bullet drop was more than expected, landing the bullet in his upper thigh. The bullet hit and tore his entire leg off from the knee down, leaving him falling into the sand, with only 3/4s of his legs. On impact he ended up throwing his gun forward only slightly, but to a point where retrieval would be the worst pain he’d ever feel. I retrieved my pistol and headed down, aiming it at him as if to say “don't make a move.” while he sat with a surprised face. A face that said “How the fuck did you hit, and blow my leg off.” in the silence. He searched him, retrieving a pistol, and any amo he had. He took his jacket off and made a tourniquet around his leg, to stop the bleeding the best he could. Keeping him alive after getting his leg blown off is a bit cruel, yes, but he didn't want to end the game yet. He dragged Brian to his old car, and put him in the passenger seat. He went around the car and got in the driver's seat, and pulled a bottle of jack out. He took a swig and passed the bottle to Brian, a little confused with the sudden hospitality. “Want a last drink?” and sure as hell he took it. He had put propane tanks in the back of his car earlier, and both gasoline tanks. I drove a little bit, him still enjoying the jack semi-conscious. They drove until we found a part of the road, where the only thing separating the winding roads and a 3000 ft drop was a flimsy guard rail. He angled the car and found a giant rock. I opened the trunk and retrieved the gasoline container and doused the car in it. Brian just sat inside with his eyes closed, drinking the daniels. As if he accepted he lost their little game. He opened the door and looked at Brian. “Do you want it quick and painless or long and terrible?”, Brian gave a slight smile, “Quick”. He lifted up the almost empty bottle and said “But let me finish this first''. Brian chugged the rest of it, and said something he would never forget. “I’m not ready to die, but you set up one hell of a game for yourself”. He knew, he knew since the first note I left that I put the hit on myself. He looked out the window at the night sky and said “Do it, light this fucking thing on fire, and get the fuck out of here.”, until the very end, he was a damn good sport about it. If the tables were turned, he knew he wouldn't be as good of a sport about it. He lifted his gun, and pulled the trigger. In one temple, out the other. The gas began to light, and I dropped the rock on the gas pedal. The car burst forward over the railing, leading the flaming car to plummet 3000 ft before exploding, one propane tank after the other, before the rest went off at once. I was walking and got off the highways, and started the trail back to my area.

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And that's how it should have ended.