Author's Note: This story is written using the information supplied solely by the handbook for the game, as I have not yet beaten it myself, but I have watched a friend complete the game. So please, allow for some discrepancies. And just as an additional warning, this story does include a level violence that can be held true to the game. If you would like me to dumb down the violence, please say so.
And, of course, since you have taken the time to read this, please review it so I can make it better.
Killer 7: Assassin Nation
By: Elgato Gordo
Epilogue: The Beat Down
WHAM!
All it took was a good, swift punch to the nose and he was on the ground, blood dripping from the collapsed nostril. The office armchair he once sat in was knocked over, and he was scrambling backwards across the floor trying to move away from his assailant and avoid getting hit again.
"I gave you the option. You refused. So I am now doing things my way."
He tried to move further, but he had already hit the wall. He could move back no further. The only thought left in his mind was, why is this wall here? Panic set in as the Assailant slowly moved closer and closer to him.
"You pissed me off once. So I hit you. You piss me off twice, and Lola here will have some fun," the Assailant said pulling a revolver from inside his coat. "You don't even want to know what happens when you piss me off three times."
By this time, there was a substantial red spot formed on his shirt from his nose's run off. "What do you want from me?"
"You should know that by now. I've only asked you three times already!" The Assailant cocked the gun. "I suggest you think long and hard about what you say next."
Even though his nose stopped bleeding, he was feeling a little dizzy from blood loss. The room was spinning inside his head. The neat room with an over-turned chair. The perfect room lined with dusty old books. The cold room that would serve as his final resting place.
"I already told you, I don't know anything about that."
"LIES!"
Lola screamed as a bullet flew out and hit her target. She screamed again, and again, and again, all hitting the same general area. The bullets greeted their target with pain and bloodshed as the viscous red liquid oozed out of the wound.
He grabbed his arm, screaming in horrible agony, and slumped over onto the floor.
"You have one more chance," The Assailant said, directing Lola's gaze directly at his target's head. "You had better answer me."
"Okay, okay. The combination to the company vault is 29-34-10-56. The deed is held within box 17-A."
"Now, that wasn't so hard now was it."
Lola yelled once more.
"Whoops! Finger slipped." The Assailant put the revolver back into its holster. "Never toy with Harman Smith, Mr. Diggery. It will only end badly for you. As it just did."
Harman stared into the unblinking eyes of Mr Diggery. The left one and the right one, both of which were a gorgeous blue; then the one Lola had created with the last bullet. The round, gaping eye, crying red tears.
Harman gathered his belongings and left. A company vault sat somewhere, waiting to be broken.