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Chapter 10: Musings of a Killer and A
That last kill was a big waste of my time I will tell you that. Still, if a I keep this up, i might be able to catch the attention of the "Ghost". Why, why did he have to dishonor me by letting me live? Why couldn't he have given me the proper death, the honorable death? No matter, I will find him, or he will find me, and we will see who the better warrior is. His head will be mine,I don't fear him, really, I don't. As for now, I just found my next toy to have fun with before i break him. Pity, he is actually quite adorable, big brown eyes, a mass of the curliest hair I've every seen, an easy grin about him, and innocence, undimmed by the harsh reality of the world. I can see him sitting on the sofa next to his brother, the FBI agent, which is of little concern to me, in the livingroom, he looks so sad, I wonder why? I guess I'll just have to ask him tonight. These fools think that a fewofbulletscould stop me. Idiots.
Alan Epps was beyond worried, he was near hysterical, and no amount of reassurance from his eldest son was going to ease that. There was a sick pychopath woman out their, andthere was achance that his baby boy was her next target. Meanwhile, upstairs in his room, Charlie sat on his bed, going through different combat scenarios in his head for when Jenshio would most definately pop in for a visit. He wasn't worried about the availability of weapons to defend himself, they were all hidden throughout the house. Guns,knives, a few flash granades, even two of his best samurai swords. Charlie Epps wasn't the onlyone hiding secrets, within the very walls of his house were weapons with their purposes of ending life either painlessly or painfully. Now was the part he never liked, having to wait.
Charlie was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of someone climbing up the stairs and walking towards his room. Alan. Charlie returned his gaze to the floor as he heard the doorknob turn and the doorsqueak open.
" Hey Dad." He said without looking up.
" Hey son." Said a weary Alan Epps as he stepped into the room and took a seat next to his son on the bed.
The two of them sat in silence for a long while before Alan spoke.
" Don's got himself,David and Colby keeping guard tonight." Charlie turned his gaze to his father.
" How're you holding up?" He asked. Alan looked at his son strangely for a moment before he spoke.
"I just found out a few minutes ago that my youngest son was a possible target of a psychopath killer, other than that I'm just swell. He said with sarcasm.
This earned a dry chuckle from Charlie. Then in an unexpected move, Charlie felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around him tightly in a hug.
" Dad." Whispered Charlie as he returned the embrace, feeling the plder man take a shaky breathe.
" I just got you back Charlie... I just got you back." Whispered Alanas he stroked his son's curly mess of hair.
" I'm not going anywhere." Whispered Charlie, hoping he'd hold true to those words.