A series of shots rang out around him, hitting the last of Matthew's allies in the chest, leaving him alone on the field. He dove behind a bunker, attempting to refill his handguns but was seen by an enemy. Before his opponent could fire, Matthew had rolled into the open, where he was soon spotted by the rest of the enemy forces. As he darted towards the next bunker, he ejected the empty cartridges, pulled two more from his belt, tossed them into the air, and snapped them into the guns in his hands. Then, while still running to the bunker, shot the remaining opponents and slid behind the bunker. The buzzer went off, signaling that Matthew's team had won the paintball match.
His teammates rushed out from the sidelines to congratulate him and cheer. Matthew, good-naturedly high-fived them all and patted the other team on the back, then politely disconnected himself from the crowd. He put away the parts of his paintball guns, deciding he would clean them later, when he had time. He was on a very strict training schedule, courtesy of his new boss, so right after paintball he had to run to hockey. Usually by this time of day, he was so worn out that any anger he felt about his situation was replaced with exhaustion but not today. Today was the anniversary of his government's collapse and the day it was officially replaced by Communism. And for a whole year Alfred hadn't noticed. The best part is Alfred is so paranoid about Communists and he doesn't realize when they're right next door to him, Matthew thought bitterly. He continued to reflect on his past year in hell all the way into the rink and by the time the starting buzzer went off, Matthew was out for blood. After a few plays, a teammate bumped his shoulder and all Matthew's rage was let loose in his fist which flew into the player's face. Matthew stood by his teammate, who had hit the ground and was trying to stop the bleeding from his nose, and waited for someone else to get too close. The other players kept their difference, fearing he had lost his mind and would start killing soon, and helped the wounded player off the ice. Matthew tossed his hockey stick on the ice and skated out of the rink.
As he stormed into the locker room, he knew who he had to take his anger out on. The country who left him to his fate and didn't bother himself to help, or even notice: his oblivious brother, Alfred. As he packed up his hockey uniform, Matthew thought sadistically of the many ways he could go about getting the one thing he wanted most: Payback.
I figured out how to do an Author's Note! Yeah… I'm slow. And sorry I suck so much with updating and I wish I could promise I wouldn't leave a story for so long…but I can't. I'm a lazy arse….but if you're reading this, THANKS! Btw this is a new chapter 2 cuz chapter 2 was awful….it's better now but still awful….
