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It seemed like a normal night as I was heading to a town called Whithest. As soon as my foot caused a crunch over a twig in the ground I knew
something was wrong. Even my hawk Thunder gave me the sign it was wrong as he flew off of my shoulder, but I was here for one thing and that one thing would happen today. I headed to the only sensible place I could find, the pub. As soon as I entered you could hear and feel and smell the enthusiasm at something as the men on stage with their fiddles played until it seemed their bows were going to catch fire, the smell was awesome. The sweet sent of ale and strawberries. Causally I walked forward with my chin down and no daunting stride in my step towards the bar. As I gradually took my seat the bartender asked me, "What'll it be?
I answered with the tone of not giving any fucks, "I'll take a hawtchraust—"
"WE DO NOT SERVE YOUR COUNTRY ASS KIND IN HERE NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!" That was the last thing I heard coming from the 'tenders mouth before he pulled his .308 rifle and aimed it at me.
"Sir I was just as—" was all I got to say before the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I turned around and just the man I was lookin' for showed up. That would be a John C. Nova walking up to me and as he did, I took into account that he wasn't alone, him and his three bodyguards all armed with what looked like Mini-Uzis and Desert Eagles.
"Put the weapon down Hunter," John said with such ferocity in his voice that I knew he would be ready to shoot anyone he needs at any point he wants. His three bodyguards however did not stop with him and walked straight at me and grabbed me to throw me out of the bar. As they did, I did not resist, I only let my full body weight slow them down as I was getting my gun out of my boot with my shoe. When they got to the door and threw me out of the bar I immediately rolled on my back and screamed ,"HEY BOYS!"
They turned around to see why I was screaming and they both took a full metal jacket .45 cal silenced round between the eyes as I stood up. I started running back in the bar to find that the bartender was waiting for me with is 308 rifle aimed at my head,to make matters worse John was running away with his tail between his legs and I could not help but feel the adrenaline running through my vein's empowering me to do anything. As the sweat bead fell off of my nose I took off running shoving people out of my way, and even jump over a table or two. I had two targets in mind and I will take them both out, the first guy I went to take out was the Bartender, I slid the Glock into the hoslter and grabbed my Kunai knife. I took aim and threw as hard as I could aiming for the bartender's chest right above the lungs and not too hard. I wanted to incapacitate him, not kill him, after the knife landed, my mind focused as I followed the obvious signs of John's flees to safety into a alley. I had put one Glock 18 away while I was running through the pub. Now I was looking for Jonny boy.
"Jonn…come out come out where ever you are." I taunted in a booming voice so full of happiness and joy that I was going to kill John finally when a sharp horrible pain of searing flesh and the cracking of bone that could only mean that I have been shot. I whipped around in a blind flash of anger and madness and shot every second. He had just pissed me the fuck off and now he was going to pay for it triple now.
I knew I hit my mark when I heard,"AAGGHHH!"
I stepped on his tiny pinpoint chest and mumbled just lowed enough for him to hear me "So John…you had thought that you can out run me after murdering me mom and dad. Well I'm sorry to say that its over now." As I aimed the gun to his head he made no movement to stop me.
In fact the only movement he made was to give me the bird and say, "Sergeant Hunter you have no idea my old intentions or my new ones so go live the life you want to live now but my blood is on your hand's, for you have no idea my reason's to do what I did"
As I pulled the trigger and he took his last breath all I could think was "That's your own fault dirt bag we did nothing to you."
At least, that is what I thought...
