Showdown

Written by Anakin McFly

this is the sort of thing where the joy and beauty lies in the action, watching John Wick mow down hordes of Smiths with satisfyingly accurate headshots. And then he watches in disquieted horror as the dead Smiths flicker and return into their original forms of the people they hijacked, and he realises that with every kill, an innocent person dies. But the Smiths keep coming in a sneering flurry of black and white, like rabid penguins in a relentless march of death, and John hops desperately from building to building to escape them, racing up and down stairwells, leaping across roofs and tumbling to the ground, pausing every now and then to twist around and blast Smiths into oblivion before they can grab him.

They corner him in an alleyway. It's a dead end now, with nothing but hard brick behind him and nothing but an impenetrable mass of Smiths swarming before him and blocking his only escape. One of them steps forward, grinning. "Missster Wick," he says, unaware of how this doesn't piss him off the way calling Neo "Mr. Anderson" does. "Asss you can see, you have no way out. This is where it ends. This is where... everything... ends."

John Wick meets the Smiths' shaded eyes with stubborn defiance, dropping his depleted shotgun with a clatter to the ground and pulling two revolvers from their holsters. He raises them towards the Smiths, jaw set and face steeled, ready to make his last stand in the final shootout he will ever have-

And then The Matrix crashes, as Windows 10 tries to install an update.

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