Why Won't You Die?

Chapter Two : The First Shot

The hidden elevator lowered John into the basement. The floor sealed itself above him as the lights turned on. He stepped off of the platform and walked over to a room filled with shelves and one table in the center of the room. He laid his briefcase down on the table and opened it. He began to take out the pieces of his Intervention sniper rifle which could be assembled and disassembled easily. He cleaned each part before placing them back in the briefcase and laying it on a certain shelf. He then walked over to a different shelf and picked up another briefcase. He laid it down on the table and opened it.

Arranged inside of it were the pieces of an M88 Barret 50 Caliber sniper rifle.

He took out each part and made sure that they were clean and had no rust on them. He inspected his 30x infrared scope to make sure it was functioning well. He then packed the pieces into the briefcase neatly before making his way back to the elevator. He stepped on and it brought him back up to his office. He then made his way outside and to his car.

He placed the briefcase in the trunk before getting in and starting the engine. He began to drive down the driveway. He was wearing a white, long sleeved, button up shirt tucked into blue jeans with shiny brown boots, and a black leather jacket which he had his black and grey 44. Revolver holstered in.

After a few minutes, he crossed the steel and wooden bridge and began to drive down the long straight road. To his right, was a tree line with a field on the other side. To the left was another tree line with a fence with signs that said: Danger

Beyond that fence was Suicide Forest. John had heard about all of the tales that people had told. Something about monsters and all of that other stuff which couldn't possibly be real.

He made it to the end of the long, straight road and took a left going towards the abandoned part of town. His client had told him that she'd probably be there. Lots of murderers dispose of bodies in that place.

He eventually made it there. There were several tall buildings in some sort of a grid pattern. All of them had plenty of broken glass and looked very worn. It had basically been turned into a junkyard. There was a mess of garbage and old rusty broken down cars everywhere. There was also the old abandoned town square, which was where most of the victims of murderers were found…dead. He figured he'd find the target there.

He parked next to one of the buildings surrounding the old town square. He opened the trunk of his car and took out his briefcase. He then entered the somewhat tall building to try and get a good point to shoot from. There was a large lobby. There was a front desk, and on both sides of the back of the room were stairs and an elevator. There was a bunch of furniture and broken glass scattered around everywhere. He went over to one of the staircases and began to walk up.

He eventually got up to the fortieth floor. He walked into a room with windows that faced the town square. There was an old, dusty wooden desk in the middle of the room with a wooden chair. He brought out some binoculars and began to scan the town square. He saw several people who were probably murderers, but none of them matched Lizzy Welterdawn's description. And, after a few minutes, he finally found her.

He laid down his briefcase and began to piece his gun together.

He added on his bipod and his suppressor and sat the gun down on the desk. He went over to the window and scanned the town square with binoculars.

After a few minutes, he saw her. She matched the description that his client had given him. She looked to be about fifteen years old, just like the description said, long, dark brown hair, just like the description said. She was wearing dark blue navy jeans, snow boots, a black sweater with the word "HOLLISTER" on it, over a black Doctor Who shirt with some strange picture with some sort of alien on it. In front of her was a small bonfire with something that looked like a body burning in it. About thirty yards away from her was a Plymouth 1958 fury with a shiny red paintjob and a white roof.

Number one, John thought, why does a fifteen year old girl have a car? Number two, nice car. Number three, that's just ironic. A girl who most people call demonic? With a 1958 Plymouth Fury? Wow…just WOW.

He walked back over to the desk and sat down in the chair. He got his rifle ready for the shot.

"I am not going to regret killing this person."

WRONG.

He had the sights on her head. He slowly deactivated the safety and curled his finger around the trigger. He steadied the gun and pulled the trigger.

A figure jumped up and pushed her out of the way at the last second. The bullet hit the old broken down car behind her and made a loud noise. She then got up and looked directly at John before running to her car.

"How…"

She got in and stepped on the pedal.

"Screw it."

John got up and ran into the hallway. He forced the elevator doors open and jumped over to the ladder and slid down. He ran out of the lobby and got into his car. He put it into gear and sped after her.

It was difficult driving through a junkyard, but he eventually made it onto a clearer path and was able to speed up.

His car reached about one-thirty before he caught up to her…which didn't take too long. He sped up beside her car. They looked over at each other. John waved before rolling down the window and pulling out a revolver. He fired several shots. Sparks flew and one of her car's windows broke as she ducked down.

Her attack? She pulled out a small knife and threw it. It hit the side of John's car and bounced off. She sped up to a much faster speed.

"What kind of engine did she manage to fit into that thing?"

John put the car into sixth gear and sped up. The terrain was flying by at this point. Things also got crazier.

Out of the blue, Lizzy rammed her car into the side of John's car.

"Oh hell!"

John's car got forced into the wall of an old abandoned factory.

"You little…OH SHIT."

Up ahead was a large storage container which was in his car's path…and he couldn't turn to avoid it.

"Um…um…"

John stepped on the brake. Lizzy's car spun into the wall before it began to slide along towards the container. John had her exactly where he wanted her.

He pressed a button that was under the radio. Two fifty caliber barrels extended out from under the head lights. And yes…I'm not joking.

He reached down to the transmission and pulled a trigger. Bullets flew out of the barrels and tore up the car before it eventually started to flip repeatedly. The car began barreling towards the storage container.

John was calm about everything until debris came back and hit his car. He swerved at high speed before his car spun out of control and came to a stop in the middle of the road near the storage container which Lizzy's car had slammed into. John tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He kicked it open and stammered out.

He pulled his revolver and aimed at Lizzy's car. The engine was smoking and was probably about to catch fire. After a few seconds, the door burst open and Lizzy fell out and onto the ground.

She was covered in blood and was coughing. She slowly stood up and almost fell over. She looked at John with a face that clearly stated:

I WILL kill you.

He pulled back the hammer on his revolver and pulled trigger.

*Click*

Nothing came out the barrel. Lizzy smirked before pulling out a knife.

"Seriously?" John asked.

"Yep," She said in a voice that sounded sweet yet evil.

"Fine, then."

As soon as he dropped his revolver, she rolled towards him, stood up and tried to stab him.

A blade extended out of his right sleeve as he blocked the attack.

"How many more gadgets do you have?"

"Plenty…enough to kill you anyway," He said as his blade retracted back into his sleeve. He pulled a combat knife out of his jacket.

"Alright, let's go."

She easily disarmed him.

"Now who taught you to do that?"

"I taught myself."

"Impressive," John said as he picked the knife back up. He was always better with guns.

They fought again. John left a gash in her arm. She looked down at the gash.

"Ouch!"

"Yeah…not surprising…ready?"

"Y-Yeah…"

They fought yet again. This time he stabbed her in the shoulder. She dropped her knife.

"Agh…God…"

"You okay? Not that I care, I just wanna know if this is gonna be a fair fight or not."

NOPE.

She pulled out a small pink camouflaged pistol and shot his left hand.

"Agh!...God…UGH…OUCH." He yelled as he clenched his hand.

"Now…you…you can just have a bad day…and me…I'll just leave."

She hit him over the head with the grip of her pistol. He fell over and landed on his back.

"Bye," She said before walking away. John then passed out.

Hello guys! I know this chapter wasn't too great, but, you know, writers block. Also, I guess I should mention this since lots of people won't READ THE DESCRIPTION. Unicornacopia Aipocanrocinu is writing Lizzy's end of the story. GO AND CHECK HER END OF THE STORY OUT. VERY IMPORTANT. Anyway, all of you, I hope you had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Now, get out of my way and you'll have a nice day. DA WOLF IS OUT!