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Operation: DESTINY
Chapter 17: The Shaking of the Throne
"One last thing Nigel." The leader said to Nigel before he left. Nigel looked over to her to hear out her comment. "Be careful at Salamari's tomorrow, the FBI is going to be there looking for you and this is a solo mission. Not to mention your Uncle's going to be there also."
This caught Nigel's attention immediately and he turned around shocked. "What, I killed him though?!" Nigel's eyes were showing a streak of shock and disbelief.
"Sorry, but you missed. He survived the flames and the FBI took him in. Apparently, you're his number one target on his list. Good luck."
Nigel walked out of the room in shock as he was about to be confronted by his greatest enemy yet again…
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Nigel was lying down on his bed contemplating about today's mission. He had to assassinate Richard Salamari by getting passed the FBI and unexpectedly his Uncle that he had thought he had already dealt with. Nigel knows that Benedict will be completely enraged and would do anything to kill him; he had already had enough hate for him before he joined Chronos.
"Maybe this won't be fun…" Nigel muttered about the mission. He looked over to see what time it was; 11:34 A.M. suddenly, his phone began to ring and he grabbed it out of his pocked and flipped it open, "Yeah?"
"Hey Nigel, its Mike." There was a loud noise in the background as if something was chopping at the air, Nigel knew that he must still be in the helicopter. He then sat up and placed his feet on the ground and leaned over. The room's shadows made him look like a depressed and revengeful teenager, and the truth was, he is. His eyes were now full of sorrow and concern for his life. His Uncle nearly killed him last time, this time the battle for his life would only be more challenging.
"So, are you almost here?" Nigel asked trying to get the conversation over with. All he wanted was to see to Wally, go on the mission, finally get rid of his Uncle, and come back to Chronos. He was in no mood to talk, and Mike could tell.
"We'll be there in an hour or so. I'll come get you once I get there. See you later." Mike said quickly. He didn't want to talk either. He knew about the Richard Salamari since he also had to accompany Nigel on the mission. Even though he was just escorting him there, it would still be very dangerous. Salamari Technology Engineering Development site was very tight on security, armored men with AK-47's and towers with machine guns implanted in them. It was menacing, but Nigel knew that once he got in it would be easy. Killing is always easy.
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Abby walked the streets as if there was no more meaning to life any longer. It was raining, and the tears fell from the heavens in a sudden rage. It was more like glass shards instead of piercing water, and Abby didn't care. She didn't care about anything any longer. Her once trusted partner is a cold-blooded assassin, Wally and Kuki are gone, and she had no idea how to talk to Hoagie. In fact, she is enraged with Hoagie. He hadn't come to her rescue, hadn't protected Wally or Kuki, just relaxed as if nothing had happened in the last couple of weeks. All that was left of Abby was sheer hatred towards Hoagie.
Abby rounded the corner of a lonely and drowned street. It was at least 10 o'clock, and she was walking around downtown after Chronos left her in the middle of her hometown. They just drove up to whatever street they preferred and threw her out with disgust for allowing two of her friends to be killed. She didn't cry though, she didn't even feel a sense of sorrow, all she felt was anger against not only Nigel, but Hoagie. And that's when an unexpected person was walking feet in front of her coming from the other way.
Hoagie.
He was wearing a black jacket with a dark blue shirt under it and some black jeans. His hood was up, trying to shield himself from the glass that were being scattered across the sky and he had his hands in his pockets. He heard some other footsteps accompanying his and he looked up from the ground and saw Abby standing at the corner of the street. Her clothes were torn, and she looked deprived of food and sleep.
Hoagie gasped lightly and then ran towards her and exclaimed, "Abby! Are you okay?!" He ran his fastest, trying to tell himself that it wasn't a dream and truly reality. It seemed like an eternity to him, he thought she was hurt or even killed by Nigel's bitter hands. Abby didn't look up though, just keep staring at the ground as if he wasn't there, but Hoagie didn't care. He was just glad to see his friend alive.
At the last second, before Hoagie was about to embrace Abby's cold body something struck him. She looked up with ferocious eyes and punched him across the face. He staggered backwards both from the shock and pain. He the stood there holding his throbbing cheek and stared at her with confused eyes. Abby bit her lip keeping her vicious voice back, but she broke, "Do you think I'm happy to see you?" She said almost as a whisper.
At that moment, Hoagie's senses came to a stop. Time felt like it was rushing at him, as if it was laughing in his face and he finally found some words, "What? I would think so…" Hoagie said uncertain about why or what she had just asked. He let his hand fall from holding his face and fall like it was lifeless.
"Well I'm disgusted from seeing you!" Abby yelled unexpectedly surprising Hoagie whose eyes widened, "Why didn't you come to save me?! You knew that Nigel was out for revenge, and what did you do?! Nothing! You just sat back and relaxed as if nothing happened! And because of you, Wally and Kuki are now dead! This is your entire fault!" Abby started to heave and the noise of a car was blocked out by both of their forsaken thoughts. Hoagie looked as if he was crying as the glass dropped down onto his pale face and began to quiver downwards.
"Why are you saying this? This isn't my fault!" Hoagie yelled back from confusion and disbelief, "Why do you think that?! This is Nigel's fault, he's messed with your mind and now he's getting to me by you! Don't you see it? He's messing with us even though he's not here, he's turned into a demon Abby, and don't let him get to you! You're stronger than that!" Hoagie stopped and started to look at the ground, then more glass fell from his eyes, but this time real tears. He hated this, Wally was dead, Kuki is on the brink of death, Nigel is a demon, and now Abby is blaming all of this on him, "Don't let him get to you Abby." He said as Abby looked down with sorrowful eyes, "I know you want to kill Nigel, but the thing is…I do too. He's more than a traitor, he's a murderer and people like him need to get rid of."
Abby was completely shocked by Hoagie's comments. He didn't want to admit it, but he also wanted to kill Nigel even though it was against his instincts. Hoagie looked up and continued, "I know this isn't Nigel's entire fault, his Uncle turned him into this by killing his parents and then torturing him, but that doesn't give him the right to kill or assassinate anyone. I hate to say it, but the only way to end his reign is to kill him. And now I know who was the assassin in my dream," Hoagie said suddenly growing grim, "It was Nigel, and I will be join the FBI, and finally end this. I swear it."
Abby looked at him with complete shock, he was just like her. He also wanted to finish off Nigel, and he still wanted the same revenge even if it kills him. Then they heard footsteps coming from behind Abby. Hoagie looked over behind her as the rain was making everything fuzzy, and Abby turned around also. They were surprised to see Rachel McKenzie, or the Supreme Leader, standing before them. Her blonde hair was now darker because of the rain and her bangs were covering her forehead. Her blue eyes were staring at the two of them, and she looked sad and bitter.
"Hello Abigail, Hoagie," She said breaking the silence. Abby looked at her with utter fear, she knew what was happening, "I'm sorry Abigail, but you are going to have to come with me."
Hoagie started at Rachel and then finally uttered some words, "Why?"
Rachel looked down and sighed, "Abigail Lincoln, you are hereby decommissioned from the KND for treason from a unanimous vote. Will you come peacefully or will we go the hard way?"
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Nigel shifted his gun and raised it up in determination. He was on the training grounds, getting ready to kill not only Salamari but his Uncle as well. He had on his black trench coat along with black pants and a black T-shirt under his coat. It was a perfect camouflage outfit for the night, since it was a night mission. That's why he was practicing, to get his shot just right to kill even in the darkness. The silver gun reflected from the sun's light as Damien was carefully watching his every move. He was turned to his side and his eyes were looking right at the bull's eye on the target. His finger clenched the deadly trigger and after a short gust of wind he pulled it hard. The bullet shot out of the barrel and impacted the bull's eye perfectly, a little to the upper left though.
Nigel grinned with accomplishment as he turned around to face Damien, "Bull's eyes," He said happily as he reloaded his gun and headed for the other training center. Damien watched him carefully as he walked over to the other training practice area; a model of a long and silver hallway with a dummy's figure popping out at any given moment. Nigel raised his gun again as the dummies started to begin.
Suddenly, two dummies popped out at the far left and the middle of the model hallway and Nigel immediately pulled the trigger twice. Sparks flew from the barrel as the bullets cut right through the chest ending what would be a human's life. Then Nigel heard a voice call out to him, "Hey, Nigel!"
He looked behind him and saw Mike waving to him at the other end. Then he knew what was going on, his friend had finally arrived.
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"Wow, you did quite a job, Mike." Nigel commented as he saw Wally. He was still in a coma, but now he was in worse condition. There was a respirator giving him breath into his lungs, and other various tubes and medical devices attached to him. Mike grinned at the comment, seeing that a bullet had hit him in his left arm and his ankle. Of course, Wally did give out some sort of scream but amazingly still didn't wake up. His blonde hair was ragged and looked like it was torn. It covered his sealed blue eyes and his face looked pale and lifeless.
"Thanks, it was enjoyable," Mike answered back smiling at his leader. Nigel grinned as he turned around to leave the room. He had seen enough of Wally, he had hoped he would be awake so they could talk, but right now it would be impossible. He wouldn't wake up from his sleep for awhile, if he ever did.
"So, you really want to get to this mission don't you?" Mike asked following Nigel out of the room. Nigel placed his pale hands into his coat's pockets and continued forward with Mike besides him. His dark eyes fell upon Mike's figure and Mike shivered a little from the darkness of his killer eyes. They were so divine and vivid, but at the same time lurking of lethal shadows and wanted blood. They continued down the hallway for awhile with other assassins passing by them and talking about missions and other subjects.
"Yes, I am." Nigel began not looking at Mike, "I want to finally get rid of my fag Uncle," He then walked faster as he got ready to make his final trip to his room before Mike escorted him to the development site. Mike's brown eyes watched him as Nigel moved forward, clearly wanting to get there. Usually, Mike would make some outrageous and rude comment, but he didn't. He stopped walking and stood in the hallway and watched Nigel walk down the remainder of the hallway.
His eyes began to darken with devastating sadness as his mind reoccurred with past events of his tragic life. His head was down, and his once lively brown eyes showed a dark pit of nothingness, and then he felt a cold hand rest onto his shoulder. Mike looked behind him and saw that it was Damien who nodded to go on. Mike stared at him for a second before continuing to escort Nigel.
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The wind was passing through Mike's thick and brown hair as they continued driving in the Jeep Wrangler with the top down. It was completely pitch black dark and it was hard to see even ten feet in front of the car. The stars in the night sky that were streaked rapidly across it helped shed some light on the dark and thick trail through the dense jungle. Salamari's technology site was located in the jungle to be kept secret from the rest of the world. Nigel was in the passenger seat with his black trench coat and black shirt and pants under them. His arms were crossed and his feet were propped up against the front of the Jeep. He was lost in his own world, trying to get mentally prepared for the mission.
Mike looked over at Nigel suddenly feeling the same sense of pain that he was going through when unexpectedly Nigel said forbidden words, "I heard about the incident with your Uncle."
Mike's usually calm, brown eyes turned to complete shock and terror. He still drove on but took a glance at Nigel seeing that he was looking up at the sky. His arms were now placed behind his head and feet were on the solid floor of the Jeep but spread out. Mike could see the tragedy in Nigel's eyes as he continued to talk, "I found out from Damien, he told me before I met up with you to leave. I know how it feels like to lose parents to an Uncle. The same thing happened to me, but I was lucky enough to not see their death in front of my eyes like you."
Nigel looked over at Mike with dead serious eyes as Mike stopped the Jeep in the middle of the trail and rested his hands on his lap. Nigel noticed that Mike was contemplating angrily as they sat there in shattering silence. "He was jealous of my dad about how happy his life was with me and my mom," Mike said darkly. His voice wasn't its usual happy tone, but a silent and devastating one, "He rang the doorbell and when my Mom answered it, she opened it up and got stabbed in the chest. My dad rang down the steps and saw his brother, but he also got killed. He got stabbed once in the face, twice in the chest, and three times in both of his arms," Nigel stopped breathing at that second. It was horrific what Mike went through, and Nigel couldn't imagine actually seeing his parents die like he had to experience, "Then he tried to go after me, but then Chronos came and shot him. I was only seven when they took me in, since I had no where else to go. I've been with them ever since."
Nigel took a deep breath, not sure of what to say. That was an immense story for only a seven year old to experience, and it was unimaginable in his mind, "I'm sorry about what happened," Nigel began, "My Uncle killed my parents because he wanted to get to me, and then I killed him, or thought I did. That's the only reason I want this mission," Nigel said then looking over to Mike, "I want to finally get rid of him. He ruined my life, and for that his punishment is death."
Mike nodded with agreement and then stared at for awhile at the dead sky before twisting the keys into ignition and starting up to car to continue when he heard Nigel again, "Family's important, Mike. I'm sure you realized that by now, so once I'm the leader of Chronos I can let you spend time with your wife and three year old daughter." Mike looked over at Nigel with surprise. After seeing what a killer Nigel could be he didn't expect him to say that family was important, "I promise you that, Mike."
Mike nodded, not knowing what to say, and started to head for the development site again…
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As Nigel saw bright lights in the distance he started to wake up from his short nap and observe the new landscape. It was at least eleven o'clock and the density from the jungle made everything deathly still and horribly dark. Nigel couldn't see past the Jeep's headlights even with his great vision, but he certainly could see the development site. It was streaming with lights in every direction trying to find any intruders breaking in, such as Nigel.
"So, you know the mission, right?" Mike annoyingly asked Nigel as he got ready to go. Mike
He was loading up his two guns and looked over at Mike with those killer eyes, "Yes, I know. Kill Salamari, implant the bomb, and get the hell out of there." Nigel said briskly as if it was not one of the most dangerous things he has ever done. He placed his one gun into his right leg holster and the other secretly inside his coat. Then he held up the miniature bomb that would set the place a flame, it was no bigger than a cell phone, and the detonations was set for five minutes. Enough time for Nigel to get out, if he was fast enough.
"Haha, I was only teasing you." Mike said trying to cheer Nigel up. Nigel let out a small smile, he doesn't do it much anymore but with Mike he can't bare not to. He's too much fun. Mike noticed that Nigel was contemplating and not paying any attention to him at all. He then pressed onto the breaks creating a silent stop to the Jepp and sighed and then said reassuringly, "Don't worry you'll get in and out of there in no time. I'll be right here, and as soon as you implant that bomb run like you've got no tomorrow okay?"
Nigel nodded to the comment as he looked over towards the close development site and headed off to finish off Richard Salamari.
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Nigel looked like a deathly being with no life as he neared the first encounter; the check- in booth to certify that you were allowed to pass. There was a man innocently sitting on a stool reading a book with a lamp from the inside. It sort of looked like a toll to pass into a bridge or into a different state except larger. The poor man didn't notice Nigel until the last second.
As Nigel neared with his hands in his black trench coat pockets and his dark, silent eyes staring at the poor man he started to think thoughts of sorrow. He was about to kill an innocent man for no reason, but everyone has to die someday. This was that man's unlucky day.
"Hey, you!" The man shouted finally noticing Nigel about fifteen feet in front of him. The darkness did cover him immensely along with his black coat, pants, and shirt so it was obvious why he didn't see him until that second. He blended in with the darkness almost perfectly. "I need to see your I.D."
Nigel hesitated as his walk came to a stop and stared at the man who was on the verge of sweating. He didn't say a word, but only did a move that told it all. He took out his left hand from his pocket and gripped the gun's handle that was just begging him to finish it off before it was too late. The man didn't say a word before the gun holster unlocked, Nigel aimed, and fired right through his chest. The blood started to stream out slowly at first, but quickened at pace as the man realized what had just happened. The man looked over at Nigel with smaller, gray pupils and tried to mutter out something before he clutched his aching chest and fell to the ground in one final move.
Nigel watched him carefully as he fell, his eyes set on his prey's sickly movements and final gestures. His face didn't express any emotion; not agony, not happiness, not sorrow, not even a frown. It was blank, and as a pool of blood started to soak into the dirt road Nigel moved forward. A ghost in the night.
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The lights from the development site were inevitable; they were so bright that if you stood in front of them your blood would begin to boil, and you would be completely exposed. Nigel knew this all too well, he had to evade the lights somehow and he knew perfectly how. He was in the thickness of the jungle, just at the edge of the development site, his back grazed against a tree. He was waiting for the perfect moment to enter and as he saw a truck nearing the gate to enter the site, he began to move.
The man inside of the truck didn't know what was about to hit him. He was quietly sitting in the truck moving towards the gate's check point to make sure that the weapons were secure and that there were no stow aways. If only they knew that Nigel was about to enter without anyone knowing.
Nigel ran towards the truck so quietly, that the shrieking wind was overshadowing his movements. His eyes were set on the driver, making sure that he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, and he wasn't. He didn't know that a trained teenage assassin was about to board his truck and blow up the development site. That was the last thing on his mind.
As Nigel jumped onto the back of the truck and crawled under it the lights hit the truck and the lights nearly blinded the driver. As the truck continued forward towards the gate to check in and for the guards to check the truck, Nigel moved beneath the truck swiftly. He grabbed onto all of the gas pipes and other important wires to help him stay attached to the truck. His trench coat was zippered up so it wouldn't touch the ground to expose him to the guards with AK-47's.
The dark green eyes of Nigels looked forward and saw that the truck was almost to the gate. Then the truck started to a stop and talking began between the two guards and the truck driver. Nigel stayed completely silent and he turned his back to the truck's bottom so his chest was facing the ground. He could see the shadows of the men with guns as they walked towards the back of the truck to inspect it. After a few painful moments, the truck started up again and began into Salamari's development site.
That's when Nigel began to move.
He held onto one of the gas pipes as he reached into his trench coat pocket and brought out a metal object with a dull light. A miniature bomb. Nigel moved quickly as the truck began to make its stop. He strapped the bomb onto one of the many gas pipes that encircled the truck and ran its system, and then pressed one button on it that made the light blink. It was armed, ready to explode and cause chaos. Nigel smiled to himself as the truck's brakes came on and he let go of the gas pipes and landed firmly onto the ground with barely a thud.
The truck driver got out of his vehicle and started to walk away into a far door. They were in the parking garage, which wasn't guarded by men but rather by cameras. A dozen more fairly large trucks were lined up along with the one that Nigel was under and then he poked his head out to see where the camera's locations were. There were four, one in each corner of the metal garage and Nigel smiled to himself. Simple.
Grasping his gun, Nigel pushed his upper half of his body out from under the truck and aimed the gun at the first camera before it had a second to spare. He pulled the trigger and the video camera immediately fell into small fragments of its former self. The same fate happened to the other three cameras, the lens didn't even turn towards Nigel before they got shot. Nigel smiled to himself, thinking that this was too easy. Then he got his lower half out from the truck, placed his gun in his holster on his leg, and ran for the door that the truck driver entered.
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As two dead bodies lied by their sides on the ungrateful ground, Nigel just continued forward like nothing happened. He had a knife in his hand, a sharp edged one covered with glistening blood from slitting the two men's throats in one swipe. They had no chance; he was too fast and too skilled for them and their guns. Nigel's eyes locked onto the two pale bodies with no emotion at all, just a sense of victory. He had already gotten half way through the mission; he wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way.
"Hmph," Nigel let out as he wiped the blood from the two men onto his sleek black trench coat and put it back up his sleeve. The light was flickering in the distance, creating an eerie setting. Nigel had already claimed five lives in the mission already only using a knife, and he was going to use his deadliest weapon against his Uncle and Salamari. His two guns; one for each of the two marked men.
Walking forward, Nigel was on his senses waiting for someone else to try to strike him first. Then, he started to hear a faint chatter down the corridor. It wasn't the usual chatter of bullets, but rather the chatter of a conversation. Nigel began to fasten his pace towards the creaking door at the end of the hallway. There was a bright light emerging from it that also held the voices inside.
Nigel finally reached the doorway and looked inside between the cracks and couldn't believe who and what he saw. There was a television monitor in the center of the room that was black for the time being. Standing in front of it was Richard Salamari and Benedict Uno. Richard had short, black hair with piercing green eyes, and some small glasses that created a reflection off of them. He had on a gray suit with no tie, and he looked casual, as if nothing was happening. Then standing next to him talking was Benedict Uno, Nigel's most hated person. He had on some dark black jeans and a black T-shirt, looking like he was enjoying himself. In his hand was a Bud Light, and his brown hair was covering his green eyes. He didn't look any different than the time Nigel tried to kill him. Of course, he had missed.
"So, when is my nephew getting here? I'm really anxious to see him," Benedict said coldly towards Salamari as he began to enter words into the now alive computer monitor.
"Soon, I promise he's going to be here. Once we find him though, he's all yours." Salamari said reassuringly to his new partner in crime as Benedict sat onto a gray swivel chair and took a sip of his beer.
"He had better, I'm dying for his blood," Benedict muttered to himself but Nigel had caught it. Benedict was much fuller of revenge and anguish now than ever before, and Nigel noticed it. He cringed at the thought of Benedict finally getting his hands on him. If he did, it would only lead to his painful death.
As Nigel regained his senses, the computer monitor flickered to life and showed another black background but this time with a face. The face looked young, no more than twenty seven or twenty eight, and it was a woman. She had long brown hair and side bangs making sure to show off her deep black eyes. Her skin was purely pale, almost white and she looked unmasked on the screen. As if, she had never seen light.
"Hello, Benedict, Salamari, what can I do for you two?" The woman asked with a cold and familiar tone. Nigel's eyes widened as he remembered the very same voice. It sounded exactly like the pale white and cold voice of Chronos' leader, and after looking at her more closely her skin was the same.
"We would like to report that we are moving the new enhanced weapons to your headquarters in the Amazon jungle." Richard Salamari stated to the woman.
"Ah yes, thank you very much Salamari. I'm sure Chronos and my assassins will gladly appreciate them," Nigel held back his outburst as he finally knew that it was the leader of Chronos unrepentantly. She was betraying them. "So, did you report to the FBI about our latest missions so they can stop them?"
"Yes I did, three of the assassins that tried to assassinate Trey Yurik were stopped and sentenced to death, and the group of assassins that tried to steal weapons for Chronos suffered the same consequences. Everything is going according to plan, Agent Allison." Richard stated giving everything away. Nigel finally understood what was going on, the supposed leader of Chronos was actually an undercover FBI agent falsely sending assassins to their death by telling the FBI about their missions and exact movements. She was a traitor.
"Good, well I have to go before someone discovers me. Thank you, Richard and good luck to you Benedict. Your nephew should be infiltrating the headquarters by now and another assassin, Mike, should be on the border about a mile away. Make sure you take care of them both, so good-bye for now." Allison's face then went completely black as the connection was disabled and lost.
While Nigel was busy clearing his thoughts he hadn't noticed the one man creeping up behind him with a knife in his hand. He was only feet away from stabbing and finishing off Nigel when he finally looked over. Nigel suddenly returned to reality as the guard swung his knife aiming to cut of his head, but Nigel took a step back. Right into the transmission room holding his Uncle and Richard Salamari. The two adults were startled as they heard the door open quickly and Nigel fall and stumble through along with one of the guards holding a knife. Nigel knew it, it was over as soon as he was exposed.
Benedict jumped from his chair as he knew that it was Nigel and got out his very own hand crafted gun. Nigel noticed this immediately and got out both of his guns from their holsters and aimed it at the deadly Benedict and the shocked Salamari. Then everything was quite for seconds.
"So, it's been awhile Nigel, hasn't it?" Benedict coldly said as he grinned and kept his gun aimed at Nigel.
"I thought you were dead," Nigel seethed out angry at not killing him the first time and still holding his aim at Richard and Benedict.
"Well, you had bad aim back then. You hit my shoulder, not my heart and I was in a coma for weeks, and now I'm ready to exact my revenge and finally end what you started, Nigel." Benedict declared as he unlocked the safety on his gun and was ready to shoot Nigel.
Nigel's eyes narrowed at the threat and then he said, "Your not going to get one bullet in me, but I can assure you there is going to be multiple in you and one straight through Salamari's heart," Nigel threatened as he pressed the trigger on the gun pointed right at Benedict.
Then everything was a blur.
Benedict anticipated Nigel's bullet and dodged it swiftly as Nigel aimed the other gun at Salamari who was defenseless. As Nigel pulled his gun's trigger so did Benedict. Nigel's bullet ripped through the air but was thrown off course as he got hit in the right arm by Benedict's bullet. Nigel's bullet went into Salamari's stomach as blood began to flow endlessly out of the wound and Salamari collapsed onto the ground helplessly.
"Damn it!" Nigel yelled knowing that he had missed and got hit by Benedict. Benedict fired another shot and Nigel this time dodged it and fired at Benedict who got hit in the right leg. He collapsed as the muscles in his leg began to die and Nigel held his stance and aimed right at Benedict's gun and fired. Benedict's gun fell to the ground as it exploded into shards. Now Benedict was defenseless and unarmed. He was a dead man.
"Damn it, Nigel!" Benedict seethed in between his teeth as he accepted his defeat.
Nigel willingly aimed both guns at his Uncle and smiled, "You deserve this." Nigel said as he began to pull both triggers.
A bullet plunged into his back the moment before he pulled the two triggers of his gun.
Nigel's eyes widened as blood began to emerge from his bullet wound in the back of his left shoulder. He dropped both guns and let his arms fall with sheer anguish as he looked behind him. Richard Salamari was holding a pistol in his hand, even though he was lying onto the ground with a pool of blood underneath him. His glasses were broken and his black hair was stained with his own blood.
"You deserve that, Nigel Uno." Richard mocked as Nigel gritted his teeth knowing that he was about to pass out from the bullet piercing his artery.
Then, Nigel grabbed his left shoulder and finally collapsed to his knees with a black clouds moving across his eyes. Then he fell over onto his chest, and the blackness seeped in and took control over him as a dark and deep pool of blood emerged from his wound.
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Well that took long enough but I'm glad I'm finally finished. Sorry for the long wait though, I'm getting ready for Christmas!!! :) Because of the holidays, I probably won't update until late January. :( But until then, happy holidays and a happy new year everyone!