I walked out the office, it was another fulfilling job. The feelings that went through my veins, were incomparable to anything I've ever felt before, my blood screamed and moaned, my skin felt smooth and my body had finally had rest. I locked the door, then I locked another door and another and one more until I was out on the streets.
I went to the local corner shop to get some disinfectant and cleaning supplies as well as some duct ape, I left the store and then through the crowed I noticed a bruised, well built face sticking out like a sore thumb. I was pretty sure that he was looking at me but I had no confirmation as the second someone passed in front of him he vanished.
The next day I went out after another successful mission. It may have been in fact too successful. I needed to buy rope, so I went towards the train station to go to that little equipment store, passing by some school kids: one boy, one girl, I then turned around to check my surroundings like you told me to and I saw him again – the same buzz cut faded guy, the same beard, roughly the same build from what I could see and the same thin white unzipped jacket.
The next day I crossed the street and I saw him.
The next day I was eating in a diner and I saw him.
The day after I saw him.
The next day I saw him.
And the next!
The next!
The next and the next and the next!
But the next day... I didn't see him but I woke up to something much worse, a phone call... The man had a grizzly voice. "Look Atsushi Machigai, I know what you've done..." I yelled at him and attempted to threaten him but he kept talking with an unchanging tone. "I just want you to know its too late to hand yourself in and I am coming for you," he then hung up.
A fat man in a suit sat in front of a scrawny, putrid looking man. The fat man asked. "Have you seen him since then?" he put his cigar out. "No-
BANG*
BANG* *BANG* *BANG* It was gunshots. 4 gunshots, sounded like a shotgun. Women could be heard screaming not in agony but in fear. "Roahhhhhhhhhhh," a roar was heard from outside followed by mass gunfire, coming from an SMG. Bullets ripped through the walls, just barely missing the two men inside. Then there was silence, until the door began creaking open. The fat man held up a pistol, shaking and sweating. "Who's there!" The round man screamed whilst his scrawny friend kept to himself. The door fully opened.
There stood a well built man, of about 6 foot. He wore white and grey camo trousers, he had huge knives and machetes strapped on and an oozy and a pistol along with high boots with straps on them. He wore an armoured vest underneath his thin white coat but he had black gloves. His face had many scars but rather than taking away from his beauty they only complimented it, giving him a rough yet loveable exterior. He took a step forward. "Don't take another step!" the obese one rose his pistol, shivering. "And your stopping me?" the grizzly man asked, taking another step. The round man shot the pistol but the man shifted his head to the right dodging it. The man quickly took off a machete from his thigh and threw it at the sphere of a man straight into his skull pinning him onto the wall behind. The scrawny one watched as blood trickled down to the floor, as his body gradually lost its red.
The man walked towards the scrawny one. "Don't come any closer!" Lightning burst from its hands. "Or else! I'm not scared!" The man kept walking towards him "I'm not scared I'll shoot!" The man pulled out a pistol and shot him seven times: 2 bullets into the right arm, two into the left arm, one in the chest and one on each leg. "Nah I'll shoot,' The man replied. "What do you want from me money?! Fame?! Women?!" He cried. The man answered by punching him in the face, he coldly stepped towards the scrawny yellow haired man. "Are those women by any chance 13 year old black girls?" The scrawny one stayed silent. "Well?" The man asked. "Well ok if you don't want to talk then that's fine," He pulled out a tiny knife, he put it to the man skull and pressed it into the empty shell. The scrawny one screamed, like an animal. "You ready to talk!" The man roared. Waiting about a millisecond until stabbing it back in shaking it furiously. "You ready!" Roaring again. "OK fine!" The man cried now in tears. "Yes I kidnapped them! But does it really matter though they're a sub-
"Yeah that's enough shit out of you," The man had stabbed the knife into the top side of the scrawny man's mouth. "I have one question for you, where's the second house, I've already given the cops information about the first house, so where's the second?!" he demanded. The scrawny haired man barely being able to speak now opened his mouth "Whah sewonw houw?" The man punched him furiously an unknown amount of times. "You want to play dumb with me!" he roared as he kept punching with his stained fists.
The scrawny one now in tears wailed. "Awigw fiw whe sewond houw is in whe cawino distwict om pickle avenue," "The Camino District?" The scrawny one nodded weakly. The man began walking off towards the door, pulled out his pistol and shot the man in the back without even looking. "I'll join you in Hell one day scum,"