Hello everybody! This is Winr100 and I have a new FanFic for y'all! I hope this raises the bar on originality for HiE FanFics, because I feel that this story is pretty damn original. Regardless, feel free to review with any criticisms or praise that may help! I'm also going to try to meet my word goal of 17,500 AND name every chapter after a song. The story itself is named after an album by Avenged Sevenfold. I will list who the song is by in every chapter. I also only made the main character's last name what it is so I could use the title of a really good song. The sequel to Reaper will come after this story (if you don't know what Reaper is, go and read it) because it'll help me with an idea that I have. PLEASE no trolling. I don't own Hasbro, blah blah blah all that shit. Anyway, please enjoy the story and be ready, because I throw you guys straight into the shit here!

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My job was fueled by the second amendment. I was in a family of gunsmiths with our craft dating back to the early 1600's. We had moved the location of our small family-owned business at least 6 or 7 times in total. The one that was most likely last ended up putting us in Ocean Shores, Washington. It was the end of another workday… my last workday. I had just sold the building I worked in. Over 400 years of work on a company and I ended up selling it.

I had nobody else in my family that could help me with the business; I was the last one left. I only had one friend to return to and he also happened to be my roommate. Jason was the last person I could count on to pay our rent. It may have been small considering the fact that the apartment building we lived in was small and shitty, but he certainly didn't make much money. I had also just bought myself a used van a few weeks ago, not expecting to get the business shut down later, so I was almost broke too. I didn't know what to do at this point, so I just walked the short distance between my former work building and my tiny apartment.

I entered opened the door to my musty apartment to be greeted by that old fading blue paint. Like the rest of the building, it smelled like shit. I slowly walked in as I noticed all the lights were off. "Jason?" I called out. There was no answer. I slowly crept around the small apartment until I heard a faint mumbling in the room next to me.

"It's impossible. This can't be happening. It- it's not real…"

"Jason?" I called out again. "Is that you?"

"I must be going insane… It can't be real; it's just not possible… I gotta stop myself before I hurt someone!"

"Jason, what the Sam hell are you talking about?" I asked.

"Time to end my insanity!" he shouted as I heard the click of a revolver's hammer.

"WAIT! JASON!" I screamed. BOOM! The gun went off and I heard something fall against the wall and slide to the floor. I entered the room and looked to the side to see Jason… dead. He was limp on the floor with his grey matter splattered all over the wall behind him. I looked down to see the gun… my grandfather's. He made it for me before he died…

I slowly fell to my knees and began to sob quietly at the sight of my dead friend. 2 hours passed and I was still crying. I heard the door smash open and someone yell "POLICE!" I slowly lifted my hands into the air, still crying quietly. I felt the presence of two officers standing in the doorway to the room. "You're under arrest!" one of them shouted, pointing his gun at me.

His partner tapped his shoulder and said "Kyle, I don't think someone HERE would murder someone then cry over the body."

The other officer, Kyle, lowered his gun and sighed "You're probably right. What's your name, buddy?"

"John Jack…" I croaked. "My name is John Jack."

"We're gonna ask you a few questions, ok John?" They questioned me for around an hour, asking about everything. What I did, my friend's mental health, if I was legally able to own the guns I had (which I made so duh, I could own them). They didn't stop for an hour.

When they were done, it was my turn to ask a question: "I have no money… where do I go now?"

"Hell, I dunno" Kyle said. "You could always sleep in your car."

"I guess it's better than nothing" I sighed. I packed all my clothes, my equipment and my really old drum kit into the back of my van and got inside. As soon as I turned on the engine, I instantly put in my Avenged Sevenfold CD and turned it to the song "Chapter Four", a song me and Jason would always listen to together, and I could play on drums fairly well.

Give me your hand, blood is split and man will follow

Infernal man, punishment too great to bear

Raise your head and taste the courage

Fall from grace, unholy night

I've come here to kill you, won't leave until you've died

Murder born of vengeance, I closed my brothers eyes tonight

Give me your hand, blood is split and man will follow

Infernal man, punishment too great to bear

Raise your head and taste the courage

Fall from grace, unholy night

I've come here to kill you, won't leave until you've died

Murder born of vengeance, I closed my brothers eyes tonight

I had come to the very edge of the coast, where the ocean meets the sand. There was only one thing… there was some kind of a… train station. There were two strange looking, large, white armored horses standing at the entrance instead of guards. I also could see a big land mass in the distance… as if there was a new continent on the earth or something. Many things began to travel through my head. Things like "Who the hell puts a train station at the edge of an ocean" and "where the fuck did that land come from?!" I wasn't sure what to do…

Maybe this was what Jason was talking about. I had made a single 5 minute stop at the bank to get out all my remaining money (a measly 400$), so I decided to slowly approach the station. As I got closer, I got more and more nervous. I didn't know where this thing went! Would I really want to find out this way? It was too late then. I was already in front of the entryway. I stopped and thought for a moment. I decided on risking it and I began to walk inside when the horses stepped in front of me and yelled, in perfect unison "HALT!"

Chapter name from the song "Bullet In The Head" by Rage Against The Machine