"WARNING! This story is a direct continuation from The Myth of the Rippana. HOWEVER, due to a a wayward idea, I have written this to replace that stories ending. If you were happy with the ending of The Myth of the Rippana, this may not be the story for you. If you are fine with some physiological games and want to read on, please enjoy!
Chris awoke in the middle of the night. He wasn't sure what woke him, but he didn't hear anything so he assumed all was fine. Despite being 12+ years out of his days of mercenary work, the skills from that time were still instinctive and an automatic reflex. He looked over to his wife Ellie and smiled. Her and their son Mike were the most important things in his world. 15 years ago, he was a mercenary who went by the name 47; killing people for money. It wasn't until a failed job in the Thai port city of Roanapur, that Chris's life took a turn for the worse, then for much better. He had been contracted to kill an infamous gunslinger named Two Hands. However, that quickly turned sideways when he discovered who the client was who wanted Two Hands was in fact her former rapist. He couldn't complete the job; he finally hit the point where he was about to cross the line into mania. Instead, he helped Revy (Two Hands real name) close a difficult chapter of her life. Though that had resulted in her boyfriend, Rock, being the one to kill the two cops responsible for the creation of Two Hands. That had resulted in him getting shot by Revy who blamed Chris for Rock's actions. The pair were madly in love and as such took things of this nature to the extreme. After getting patched up, Chris began to work for Ellie and the CIA, feeding them information on the various jobs he was contracted to do. While he didn't kill nearly as much as he used to, he made a name for himself as the best bodyguard you could hire; protecting anyone who was willing to pay his price. This made for excellent CIA cover work, as they could track the movements of various threats to the US without having to expend any real effort to find them. Eventually the entire Lagoon Company plus Chris and Ellie settled down in the US with some help from the CIA.
Chris's head snapped up however when he heard a rustling outside the room. Ellie heard it too as she had woken up. Chris reached to his nightstand to grab the Colt 1911 he kept there, preparing to shoot whoever was in their house. But as he was about to raise the gun, a hail of bullets came through the door, striking Ellie. Chris looked on in horror as his wife bled out in front of him, he raised the gun and prepared to return fire, but he never got the chance. More gunfire blew through the door hitting Chris. The last thing he heard before everything went dark was,
"Karma's a bitch, fucker"