Prologue 3..."The Whistling Bullet"
A evil man, by the name of Dillinger John, and his cronies sat in a log cabin and laughing and joking at their newest score. They'd stolen over a hundred human souls. Dillinger was feared by the local police department. They wouldn't dare attack Dillinger and his five other hot shot cronies. But someone would.
An african teenager stood outside their cabin, a repeater in his right hand. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen. His brown hair cut short. And even though it was a moonless night he wore a pair of large black sunglasses, with a small white skull on the corner of the left lense. He wore a brown short sleeved shirt, under his green quilted vest, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of steel toed boots.
"Dillinger John, you have committed unforgivable acts of stealing innocent souls!" He yelled out, and could hear Dillinger and his gang moving now aware that he was out there. "Come out and die!" He yelled.
"Who d'you think yea' are, you scootch. Callin' me out like this. We'll kill yea'." Dilliner yelled. Searching the darkness for the teen, unaware that he's right in the middle of the driveway. He aimed his Tommy Gun at the wood and fired, ripping apart small trees and limbs, thinking he was hiding in the woods.
"You're awfully noisy, Dillinger." The teen said and cocked the repeater. "Let's do this, Remmy." He said and the rifle laughed back. He aimed the rifle and fired. A stream of light passed through the air, quickly, and hit the man next to Dillinger right in the heart.
Dillinger jumped back from the man, as he crumpled to the floor. When Dillinger recovered he yelled curses at the teen and shoot at him, the Tommy Guns shouts echoing through the forest, until the drum clip on his gun was empty. "Did...did I get him?" Dillinger said, breathing heavily. In response two more bright shots barreled towards him and smashed into two more of his cronies.
"You missed," he yelled back. "You're getting warmer, though." He said.
Angered, Dillinger loaded another mag and took aim. "Bastard!" He yelled and him and his other cronie shot at him. "Die! Die! DIE!" He yelled over the gunfire. Finally all of their ammo was gone and they lowered their weapons. "Did we get him? We must have got him. No normal person could survive that, right." He said and looked over to his last crony, who had the barrel of a gun pointed at his head.
And before Dillinger's eyes could go wide his final crony was gone, disappearing in a swirl of black and red. Dillinger looked at who was holding the gun and his fear turned into confusion. It was a teenager. But that didn't stop him. Dillinger gripped the barrel of his gun and swung it at him. But all it did was hit the teens shades off his nose.
The teen's face contorted in rage and he grabbed Dillinger by his collar and held him up to his face. But, again, Dillinger looked confused. He blinked a couple times. "You...you're blind," Dillinger said, looking into the teens milky white eyes. "But, how is that possible. Who are you?"
The teen stuck the barrel of his rifle under Dillinger's chin and said. "My name is two-star meister Zato 'The Whistling Bullet' Eli Eaton. And you..." He cocked his rifle with his free hand. "...have royaly pissed me off." He said and pulled the trigger, adding yet another ugly soul to the other four.
Zato let the rifle drop and it transformed into a girl. The girl, Remmy, had a cheerful expression that was clearly visible in the dim lighting of the cabin. Remmy's short blonde hair bounce as she giddily jumped up and down, her brown eyes eyeing the soul. She wore a brown leather coat over a white t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts and brown leather cowboy boots.
"We got him, we got him, we got him!" Remmy repeated over and over.
"Remmy, don't be so noisy." Zato said, covering his ears with his hands. "You're sixteen, act like it. Now carry me so I can nap." He said and felt for her.
"No. Just 'cause you killed five evils doesn't give you the privilege of sleep, Zato." She waited for Zato's usual witty response, but only got silence. "Zato?" She said and looked around for him. She didn't need to look far. He was on the floor, using one of the souls as a pillow as he slept. "DAMMIT ZATO!" She yelled, but he just groaned and rolled over. "Dammit," Remmy sighed in defeat. She walked over to the other souls and collected them, except the one under Zato's head, and then picked him up with ease and walked into the night, with orders to report to China after their mission was over.