12 C12 Joe Chill’s Death (2)

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[I take your power stones and I give you another riddle. No google allowed. I'm watching you. You're in a dark room with a candle, a wood stove, and a gas lamp. You only have one match, so what do you light first? Answer at the end once again.]

Creeping his way towards the house's front windows, Bruce peaks inside and doesn't like what he sees.

Alfred is being encircled by 5 men with a bullet wound on his right leg. Both sides seem to have run out of bullets and were now fighting hand to hand.

Thankfully, Alfred is an ex-soldier so he never parts with his trusty knife.

Though the knife is giving him a fighting chance, the numbers advantage is clearly working as all five of them are ganging up on Alfred and look to be winning.

Luckily, two of the seven that originally entered the house are laid out on the floor in the main entrance. Both of them are riddled with bullets and very clearly dead.

Sadly, neither of them were Joe Chill, but at least the numbers were thinned a little.

Grasping his knife with a tight fist, Bruce moves to the front door and finds that it was thankfully left unlocked.

Slowly turning the knob and silently opening the door, Bruce sneaks into the house stealthily.

Before moving to the living room, where he could hear Alfred fighting for his life, Bruce first searched the dead bodies.

The first one didn't have anything but the second had a fully loaded revolver with 5 bullets.

Taking the gun and pulling back the hammer, Bruce tucked his Bowie knife back into its sheath and peaked into the living room.

Alfred is still holding his own but anyone could tell that he was starting to get tired. Each of his attackers is bleeding with at least one slash on their body from Alfred's knife skills.

Formulating a plan in his mind, Bruce knew that he hasn't shot a gun before, so he would have to get rather close for his shots to hit.

Five shots for five targets.

If Bruce can shoot each of them once, then he and Alfred can finish them off fairly easily.

*Babump Babump Babump*

Bruce's heart was pounding in his chest as he mentally starts psyching himself up.

Dashing around the corner, Bruce swiftly and silently moves into the living room. Everyone was far too preoccupied with the fight that they didn't notice the 10-year-old child with a revolver getting closer and closer.

Even Alfred didn't notice him.

When he got close enough, Bruce aimed the gun with both hands, adjusted his footing, aimed down the sights, and shot.

*bang*

The gun went off and one of Alfred's attackers yelped in pain as a bullet impacted him directly in the back.

If Bruce had more experience with a gun, he would have gone for a headshot, but he only has experience assembling and reassembling them.

The kickback from firing the revolver was more than Bruce could handle. With the body of a child, it was almost impossible to handle it.

His small arms went flying into the air as the gun almost flew out of his hands and his body was pushed backward.

The room went silent as everyone including Alfred turned to the sound of the gunshot and the screaming man with a bullet in his back.

"Master Bruce?!" Alfred exclaimed in shock.

Catching himself before he falls with his back leg, Bruce takes advantage of everyone's shock and takes aim once again.

*Bang*

Another shot is fired at the abdomen of another of Alfred's attackers, drilling a hole in his stomach.

"Fuck!" He yells in pain and collapses on the floor along with Bruce's first victim, holding his bloody belly.

Snapping out of his shock, Alfred switches to holding his knife in reverse grip and stabs downward towards another attacker, piercing it through his unsuspecting neck.

"Argh gak argh." The poor guy's throat fills with blood as he falls to the floor and begins to choke to death.

As 3 out of five of the men are now bleeding out on the floor, the last 2, including Joe Chill, begin to get nervous.

Unluckily, the second shot was more than Bruce's body could handle and he was launched backward and fell to the ground with the revolver falling beside him.

Acting quickly, Alfred bends and pulls the knife from his victim's neck, increasing his blood loss by a large margin.

He would die the fastest out of the three injured men on the floor.

Taking his bloodied knife, Alfred pounces on the nearest opponent, who's already come out of his shock and was ready to escape from this situation.

Sadly, Alfred attacked before he could scurry away.

The other man, Joe Chill, saw the gun fall to the ground and went for it. His only hope of surviving this situation is to kill his attackers.

Well, he could have run as well, but his drug and alcohol-addled brain didn't seem to think of that.

Dashing towards the gun, Chill dived to the floor, but as he was about to touch the revolver, Bruce pulled his Bowie knife and stabbed it into his extended hand.

*shik*

"Argh!" Chill screams in pain and pulls his hand back without the gun. "You little shit!"

*bang!*

Another gunshot goes off and a bullet tears through Joe Chill's right kneecap.

"Aaaaargh!" He screams and falls to his knees.

After stabbing Joe's hand, Bruce grabbed the gun and fired at his nearest target. His enemies kneecap.

"You little bitch! I should have killed you first!" Joe wailed on the floor as he nursed his mangled knee.

"You remember me?" Bruce says as he stands and points the barrel of the revolver at the downed man's temple. "That's so flattering. You'll make me blush."

"Bruce, don't!" Alfred tries to stop Bruce as he's already finished with the other guy, but it's too late.

*bang!*

[Riddle answer: The Match]