Hey everyone, sorry for the serious delay. I have had some serious family issues and a major case of writer's block, but I'm back now and I promise to make it up to you guys. Thanks for all of the comments and likes.
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It has been 10 years. 10 years since the incident. 10 years since the day that changed his view on the world. 10 years since Marco Diaz had set foot in the Butterfly Kingdom. 10 long years since he had last laid eyes on Her…
Marco shook his head of these thoughts, as this was a daily occurrence even though a significant amount of time had passed. Right now, however, he had a job to do. Marco aimed through the sights on his 7.62mm M24 SWS and waited. His target is one Anthony" Tony" Shaw. Mr. Shaw was under suspicion on the disappearance of three 11-year-old little girls; However, Mr. Shaw was cleared based on the lack of "solid evidence", but after following Shaw Marco could tell that wasn't the case. With the evidence he gather, Marco could bring this man to justice but that wasn't who he was anymore and that wasn't what he was paid to do. He was paid to send Mr. Shaw on a one way express to the deepest and darkest pits of the Underworld. Give Tom a new toy to play with.
Mr. Shaw is a very predictable man and never diverts from his schedule. He always arrives home from scoping out the local playground at 7:55 pm exactly, he then proceeds to sit down and enjoy a glass of a very expensive looking scotch. It was very easy for Marco to slip a simple paralyzing agent into that scotch. His client was very specific in what he wanted done to this human sized piece of shit. He dies slow and painfully. Checking his watch, Marco can see that Shaw will be arriving any moment and speak of the devil. Anthony Shaw arrives to his house at exactly 7:55 and proceeds to enter his home, unknowingly stepping into the last few moments of his sick life. While watching his plan unfold perfectly through the scope of his rifle, Marco finishes his decision of where to place his targets on the man's body and takes aim. Marco sees as the agent kicks into effect leaving his target paralyzed for the next 18 hours, the perfect punishment for the actions of this filth.
With two perfectly placed shots, with one being to Shaw's groin and abdomen, Marco leaves his target to slowly bleed to death and well as suffering from his own stomach acids eating at him from the inside, unable to move or call for help, to suffer to the end.
The old Marco Diaz would have felt horrible for doing this as he was innocent and appropriately named "The Safe Kid", but the older Marco felt nothing. He had felt nothing since that faithful day 10 years ago. He had felt nothing but hatred for his enemies, and loyalty for those few individuals that he still had left. Those individuals he could count on one hand. His cold indifference had earned him a new nickname. Gone was the "Safe Kid" who wore his heart on his sleeve and cared for anyone including his enemies. In his place was one of the best hired guns in all of the multiverse, someone consider the coldest person ever to exist. He was now known as:
Marco "The Dark Ace" Diaz