(A/N)Sorry, i tried to write as much chapter as possible last week, but everything went worse than expected (Camping, Paskibraka training, grandma got ill, etc.). So, this is mostly a filler chapter before the next, longer chapter done written.
Chapter 4- New Gun, New Trouble
A Day before Aeris' Arrival
13.00
"Ohhh… right… it's finally happen!" I exclaimed happily once I entered my room, carrying a box in my arms. I put the box carefully in the bed-side table, and with my claws, rip the packaging open rather un-carefully.
Beam of divine light straight from the heaven and ominous chanting suddenly come as I shivered from sheer excitement from the content of the box.
A heavily customized AMT Hardballer. It was silver-plated and had a "L-III" engraving in the sides of the handle.
"Beeeeautyfull..." I muttered as I took the pistol from the box. Rubbing and examining every millimeter of it. I always wanted to get a real gun since my first round of counter-strike. This little dream of mine never realized before thanks to my lack of money. It is indeed the best problem solver I could think of.
Annoying neighbor? Boom. Headshot.
Annoying landlady? Boom. Headshot.
Idiotic driver? Boom. Gas tank-shot.
A bully from back in university? Boom. Crotch-shot.
And, who knows? I could maybe use it in upcoming hits. I smiled as I see my reflection from it shiny sides. Buying this was supposed to be complicated. I need various papers and stuff. 1000 dollars was enough to speed things up, however. Hurr, hurr.
Now, I take the user manual included in the package and starts reading it while spinning the new gun in my finger.
"…make sure you keep it clean..." Of course.
"…do not try to clean or disassemble product while it loaded..." Uh-huh
"…make sure the safety function switched on whenever our product is not in use…"
"Oh, lord." I muttered after saw the safety switch in the still-spinning gun is in 'off' position. I immediately stopped spinning the gun. Unfortunately, though, I accidentally squeezed the trigger.
Boom. The gun spat a single bullet, ricocheting around my room. I yelped and jumped under the bed when I feel it grazed my arms. I simply cowering, hand over ears, shivering, waiting the bullet to stop bouncing around. Then, the after the loud 'B-Zing' sound gone, I slowly opened my eyes and scan the entire room. It appears that the bullet stopped by a box full of rocks sitting in the corner of my room.
"Phew. That was close" I muttered. After stopping my teeth from shivering, I put the gun back in it box.
"Okay, I'll touch you later. Later, after I finished understanding the manual and…"
'BAM-BAM-BAM' I heard the door being banged by someone. Oh lord. I fired a gun inside a friggin' apartment! Of course someone bound to heard it!
"LEONARDO! OPEN THE DOOR! NOW!" I heard my landlady yells from the other side of the door.
After quickly putting the box under my bed, I put the best poker face I could in my face and rushed to open the door. There a old 59 years old lady waiting for me.
"Why, good afternoon, ma'am. What brings you here today?" I asked as politely as possible, accidentally speaking in my dad's English accent.
"The entire building complained of a sudden, loud noise came from your room, Mr. Leonardo, so talk to the point and tell me what you've destroyed today!" She yelled inches away from my face.
"Uhh…" I muttered as I tried to find a good excuse, until I remembered a little accident I had back at middle school. Long story.
"You see… I was trying to… uhh… warming up yesterday's leftover food with microwave… and it suddenly goes 'BOOM'" I told the lie with the poker face still plastered.
"Then explain the sound of something ricocheting!"
"Well… it was a bullet-…. Wait! I mean a meatbullet! ... Nope, I meant a meatball… that frozen… that I added on the food. " Oh, lord, that was a weak excuse.
She raised her eyebrows.
"I swear it's true!"
She sighed loudly before speaking
"Leo, listen, I allow you and that devilish girlfriend of yours here live here only because of the promise your Ma and I made years ago. Even though the amount of complaints increased ever since you moved here, I tried my best to keep that promise. But, I swore in the name of holy lord, that if you make one more problem…" She raised her finger to emphasize "…I swore you'll spend the night sleeping on a cardboard box… in bloody, tiny pieces." She threatened in a low voice.
"Understand?" She asked with her normal voice.
"Y-yes sire. I mean ma'am."I stuttered from massive fear.
"Good, now clean whatever mess you've created and behave like a good boy." And, with that, she left the door.
"Yes, ma'am… wait a second… she's not my girlfriend!"
I sighed loudly as I closed the door. That was close. I returned to my room and continue reading the user manual until night. Then when I'm sure I could handle it safely, I put the gun under my pillow. The safety is on, of course. I feel a lot safer with a gun within arm's reach. And around 21.00, I'm already wandering in the dream world.
Sometime in the midnight
I slowly opened my eyes, and I saw nothing but darkness. Funny, I swore I fell asleep with the lights on. Realizing what this could possibly mean, I jolted awake with eyes wide open. Even on the dark, I could see a silhouette sitting in the other side of my room.
From the shape, whoever it is appears to be a canine, and it is twirling something in its finger, faintly humming a song.
"Had a nice sleep?" The mysterious figure asked once it realized I'm awake. Its free hand reaching toward the light switch, turning it on.
Then I saw a gray-furred male wolf, possibly around the same age with myself. And he twirled a gun in his finger. I was frozen at first. But then, I realized I hid my hardballer under my pillow. My hands slowly reached under the pillow. Very slowly. Veeery sloooowly.
The nice suit-wearing wolf smirked under the shadow of his fedora. My pupils shrunken as in felt nothing under the pillow. The wolf stopped twirling his gun.
"Looking for this?" He asked as he shows the gun in his hands. Oh dear lord. The silver plating. The 'L-III' engraving on the handle. That's my gun. This is bad.
"You have questioned my intelligence, Mr. Leo. I feel highly offended." The wolf said in a fake hurt tone as he stood up.
"W-what are you and Who d-do you want?" I asked, panicking, my ears flattening against my head.
"Well, I'm a wolf, if you don't recognize it. And I want you." He replied calmly.
"I-I meant Who are you and W-what do you w-want?"
"To put it simply, I'm a businessman, working for an Agency. And my employers took an interest with your little 'business', so they want me to bring you there so you can work with us. So get dressed and come with me to my office." He said in rather playful tone.
Gulping loudly after regaining my composure, I asked again in much collected tone:
"If I refuses to comply?"
"If you refused?" he questioned
The wolf pulled a revolver from inside his suit and aimed at me.
"This is an offer you can't refuse." He said in much more serious tone.
"No! I don't want to! You can't force me to-" my screaming is cut short when the wolf suddenly pulled the trigger of his own gun. I shrieked, covering my face in reflex.
But, instead of the loud 'bang' and a massive pain somewhere in my body, instead I heard a faint 'thwip' and a little stinging sensation in my arms.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed. When I quickly examine the source of pain, I found a dart sticking out instead of bloody wound I expected. Shortly thereafter, I felt much, much lighter as I fell back to my bed.
Before I fully closed my eyes, I saw the wolf put both guns inside his suit and yelling something along the line of 'Tie him' and 'bring to van' to someone outside my room.
Then, everything was black.
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