EXEMPTION
It's all up to me now, my comrades are dead; 1 gun 1 bullet 1 shot 1 chance CHICK, CHUCK. The Desert Eagle reloading echoed through the room. It was ready but was I? 200 guards surrounded me with snipers, shotguns, M16, AK-74U'S and guns I didn't even know. Did my promise go this far? I remember how it began…
"Ahhh!"
"You think you can mess with my business? POW! You think you can kill my people? OOF!"
I was dead; there was nothing I could do. My girlfriend was on the floor, slowly dying by the knife stabbed into her. I was getting demolished by a sledge hammer however it never killed me; my wound was Niagara Falls, a bleeding waterfall, a rose full of colour, a vampire eating his lunch and a battlefield after a war "I-I-I-will-will-kill-y-y-you!"I had made a promise and I wasn't going to break it.
I couldn't remember what happen next but I ended up in a hospital with a nurse asking my name but I didn't know. My head injury was really serious. Ever since, I always lose 78% of my memory every hour and I can only restore it if I see either a damp place, a sledge hammer, a knife, or any gun. I took pictures of every person I killed or met so I could remember them. Bane, he took everything away from girlfriend, my money, my home, and the worst of all, my mom! She was the prettiest. She had smooth silky blond hair. Her smile was like being in heaven. Her eyes were clean blue spring water.
I was only 10. Coming home on a normal school day. But when I heard my mum crying something was wrong. "BOOM!"
"CAMILLA! WHERE ARE YOU AND OUR PITY FULL
SON". That was the day I found out my worst enemy was my dad. He was told by a fortune teller that his son was his heir to his crime lord business and was going to destroy him. He took my mum by the hand with a slashing sharp knife and said…
"Why ssso ssseriousss? Let's put a smile on that face".
He slitheredly said that, just before he struck my mum from the mouth to her brain. But he didn't kill me. Because he and I knew that death was just one punishment but sorrow, self-blaming, revenge wanting, relative killing at 1 cm sight was a googolplex of punishments. That fortune teller was 50% right, BANE was going to get destroyed. He was going to be a no more crime-lord. But I was not going to take over. I was not going to let someone else takeover. There will be no more crime lord business. My name is Fists Riggirson and this is my story…