(I do not own anything pertaining Killer 7, but the situations and characters that weren't in the game I created. Keep that in mind please.)
With a Smile Comes Fear
"You have to think to yourself for a moment: What's the one thing we learn beginning with childhood? That answer is happiness. Happiness will get you nowhere in this profession. The same with smiles. Beginning when you're a toddler you're introduced to these series of shows, books, and songs that try to make you smile and be happy about the world you live in. Those are lies. This world and everything about it is the highest level of shit God could have thrown us in. Each day it gets worse and worse, and that's why I'm here: To give smiles their true meaning. With a smile comes fear, and I intend on changing that for the entire human race." -Harman Smith-
Garcian grabbed the nearest bystander. Within one quick motion he wrapped his arm around the woman's neck and stuck his silencer against her temple. The room grew very quiet amongst the people.
"I'm going to make this very simple for you all!" Garcian's voice roared from behind his clenched teeth. "You tell me where the smiles are being bred at and who is responsible and no one gets hurt. Now I know everyone in this room knows because I got word from a very reliable source."
The room remained silent with the stares of the frightened people. The only sound was the woman whimpering and struggling to regain freedom from Gracian's grasp.
"Very well then." Garcian said calmly. Without hesitation he squeezed the pistol's trigger, sending the woman's brains and bits of skull upon the white marble floor.
The room quickly grew a bit louder with the gasps that the people let out quietly.
Garcian dropped the limp corpse to the floor, concerned only with keeping his white tux neat and clean. He waited until he heard the crack of the woman's head smacking against the floor to continue speaking.
"I really have no problem putting a hole through each and every one of you people." He snickered. His focus went back momentarily to the woman dead on the floor, only to make sure none of her blood was getting near his feet. He took one step back just to be sure.
"I am not a murderer," he continued. "I only dispose of the bad people. All of you people are bad people. Whether or not you guys are some of Kun Lan's little secretaries or not I have no clue, but what I do know is that you people are fighting for the same fucked up cause as his crazy ass is. I also know that there is mass breeding of heaven smiles somewhere. If you think that's crazy, it gets better: I know you all know where this is and who is responsible. I strongly suggest someone speaks up, cuz as far as I am concerned all of you pieces of shit need to die."
Within seconds one man a few feet away from him across the room spoke up.
"Sir I have no idea who you are or what you do, but whoever gave you information that we are breeding something called heaven smiles is a liar, and that I can assure you." A smile slowly crept across the man's face.
Garcian rolled his neck, aggravated as he could possibly be.
Without warning he raised his pistol toward the man and fired one single shot straight in the man's crotch. The man slammed against the ground, holding between his bloodstained legs, screaming with agonizing pain.
"Guess what?" Gracian's voice began to get deeper with anger. "Now you have no dick, so I suggest stop being the liar and just tell me the truth before I take away your fucking head too!"
"I don't know!" the man squealed on his last breath.
Three more shots snapped through the handgun straight into the man's face. As the blood splashed across the floor and unto other people, the gasps quickly turned into screams.
"Now," Garcian said as slowly and calmly as he could bring himself to, "I will give you all ONE more chance and if I'm not satisfied I swear to whatever god there may be that I will slaughter every last one of you on single breath."
With that being said, one man stepped forth and spilled everything he knew to Garcian.
"Sir, the heaven smiles are being bred in a warehouse just a few miles from this very spot."
Garcian slowly raised his gun and pointed it steadily at the man's sweaty forehead. "A little more information would be swell." Garcian said with a glare.
The man began to shake with fear. "Of course sir..it's Warehouse 47, where they store the old books from the library that shut down decades ago. It's the only warehouse along the within miles. It's on the corner 11th and 12th street."
Garcian's gaze hardened. "Why should I trust you ?" he questioned quietly.
The man was silent.
Garcian just smiled. "Don't worry man, I believe you."
The man let an uneasy smile form across his face.
"I have just one more question and then I'll be on my way." Garcian said, still with the wicked smile between his lips. "Who is doing this?"
The man spoke up once more. "It's the Simon brothers: Arthur and Carson. Please don't tell them it was me that told you. It'd break their heart"
"Thank you very much." Garcian said in a satisfied tone.
Garcian pulled his tiny cell phone from his inside pocket and punched in a few numbers and then stood silent. He then turned away from the crowd of people, as if so they wouldn't over hear his conversation with person on the other end.
Garcian nodded a few times, probably said a few words, and then snapped the phone shut.
He then turned and walked a steady pace through the frightened crowd and to the exit.
Just as he lifted his hand to pushed through the double doors he turned his attention back to the crowd of people.
A huge white smile opened up on Garcian's dark complected face . "By the way.." he said. He reached inside his tidy white suit. Within seconds he yanked out a submachine gun and aimed toward the entire group of people. As soon as the weapon came into view the crowd all charged across the room with hopes of escaping Garcian.
He open fired in full automatic, mowing person after person to the ground in a pool of crimson gore. He laughed as he watched the small bloody holes form along the backs and skulls of the screaming people. He sprayed rapidly left and right until there wasn't a sound left in the room.
He put the small weapon back into his jacket and pushed through the exit.
I guess he forgot to tell them that he was going to slaughter them whether they spoke teh truth to him or not.
