[ WP ] Create a series of events that culminates in a perfectly sane man picking a deer up by the hind legs , and swinging it at people to knock out an entire room .

Connor's big mouth had done it again. Got him in a jam he might not get out of. He could feel the rope biting his wrists as he tested the available give. Luckily those bastards did n't double check their knots, probably all those beers. 
 
 Just 30 minutes ago Connor was drinking bourbon at a bar in between Ottawa and Montreal watching puck. Bruins put a pounding on the Canadiens so he ran his mouth a little. So what. Back in the states that gets you a bar fight & an early cab home. Maybe some jail time if you get out of control. These mother fuckers take their hockey way too seriously. 
 
 One of the Farm boys reappeared in the woodladen room for the first time in a few minutes, breaking Connor's steady train of thought. 
 
 Scowling, he moved towards Connors chair, smartly leaving space between himself and the detainee. There was room to either side of him, with the walls decorated straight out of a movie. Portraits, rifles, pelts, the mounted heads abounded. There was a table with expensive looking bottles against the wall. 
 
 Connor would n't mind one last bourbon if this asshole really was going to kill him. Probably should n't have stabbed his friend. Oh well. With 3 men now entering the room, the tone had shifted. What once seemed unsure, now seemed unspoken. 
 
 The final man entered and shut the door behind him. Removing a sawed off shotgun from behind his belt he spoke, `` Fucked with the wrong men then, boy.'' 
 
 Connor could n't help but smile. After all the ribbing Canadiens got for being too nice, he was about to die because he opened his mouth about a hockey game. All too right for how he'd lived his life. Rash decions were his specialty. 
 
 The leader of the group was now saying something about his hurt comrade. Connor pretended to listen, but knew he had to try something. In that moment he'd wished he'd taken his cop brother up on shooting lessons. Probably would n't have been the old guns lining the walls, and who knows if they have bullets in them, but he had to take a chance. 
 
 He had almost worked his wrists free when finally the brute stopped his monologue and squared himself with the gun centered on Connor's chest. The time was now. No plan. Just like at the bar. God, if only he'd had his knife still. He never got it back from the original Canadien's back. 
 
 In a sudden burst of movement Connor broke his wrists free and charged at the gun toting redneck, jarring his arm enough to cause an errant scatter shot catching one of his friends in the path. Connor cast about for cover, and a plan, neither coming easily. 
 
 The spacious study was covered with enemies, but one path lay clear. He crouched and jagged his way towards a gigantic, majestic stuffed Deer. He had briefly admired the beauty earlier, as much as one can enjoy idiotic expenditures of money when tied to a chair. This was n't just the typical'head & shoulders' mounted on the wall. This was a full out stuffed Deer. With a gigantic set of antlers that glinted in silver. 
 
 As he rounded the table it lay on he realized it was n't fixed in anyway, right as one of the dirty Canucks rushed towards him. With no time & no options, Connor needed to rely on his instincts, and those instincts said DEER. He grabbed the back legs of the beast and lashed out towards his oncoming attacker. The sound was solid & horrifying. The silver plated antler and skull put a hole through the poor bastard's cranium, throwing blood across the wood & leather study. 
 
 Connor was in a frenzy, feeling one with the Deer he brought it high above his head and directly down onto the bruising leader of the clan, who was still gaining his feet from the initial tackle & fracas. The antlers pierced the big boned brute in multiple places leaving trident sized gashes. Connor thought about lunging for the gun, but with only two enemies left he felt he had almost mastered the art of Deer-wielding. 
 
 As the opponents sized him up, they seemed to recognize their fate was upon them. Each waited eagerly for Connor to make a move. As he feinted left and leaped to slice the first man's throat, Connor felt completely calm for the first time in his life. He now knew, no matter what happened immediately following his final kill in this room, he would forever be able to wield a deer as an instrument of death. He just hoped he could find a way to do good with that extraordinary power. 
 

