Small little Fic. I came up with, remember to review!
Fear
The gun weighted comfortably in his hands, fitting into them like they had been molded right into him. His heart beat fast pumping adrenaline through him filling him with a numb sensation as he raised his gun and fired.
Click.
Click. Click. Click
Every shot echoed through him resonating through his core. Finally a deathly silence had fallen and only the smell of gun powder and blood remained. He moved forward stuffing his gun back into his pants at the small of his back as he knelt down next to one of the many victims. This man had a small hole in the front of his head just between his eyes a pool of blood around his head like a halo to represent his death. The others all around him showed the same sort of death, but none of this interested him only the copy disk in the dead man's hand was what he was after.
He didn't think of the people he had killed, he didn't think of their families, their innocence. He knew some of them where only hired help and had no idea what the real mastermind behind this organization was doing. But knowing that had not stopped him, it wasn't his job to worry about other people. One life for many always won.
Sacrifice.
There was no honor to it, but then again there never was honor to death. Just an empty hole and another sad person. If he wasn't the one to kill them someone else would do it.
They were at the wrong place at the wrong time and the bad luck of having have met him and died at the end of his gun.
Standing up he moved towards the door, the disk stuffed into his pocket and his face emotionless just like it always was. His work had killed him, even if no one else had been able to kill him; his job had done a good enough job of it for all the other people. They had only left the part of reasoning and the instinct to survive left in him. He felt no sorrow nor felt he guilt, happiness they were like a murky dream left somewhere in a far distant past away from his grasp.
He passed some soldiers on the way out, ignoring the disbelieving looks that covered their faces. He could hear the murmurs, What the F*** is a kid doing here? Oi isn't that the kid that used to train with K-Unit. Cub? No, it can't be they look alike but those eyes…
No.
He stepped past them feeling them shudder and move away from him, just like everyone else. They were afraid of him.
Fear. It was know a symbol for him that reminded him that he was human. That he unlike his victims were alive. And he was addicted to the feeling of being alive, Fear, he only felt it on his jobs and that was the only reason he continued. The only reason he still meet the grey man, now in front of him, he handed him the disk and turned and left.
Knowing that soon he'll be back in this situation again. And then ones again he will be alive not an empty shell that shadows the world, but a being, a reason and fear.
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