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- >You hum happily, as you slowly run the blade across another blade’s edge.
- >It lets out a nice hum as it skids, leaving you in a smile.
- >You examine it carefully, watching as the light reflected and dances across the polished surface.
- >You run your fingertip above it, noting the broken skin.
- >You then hold the knife on its flat sides, handle down to the ground.
- >You lift the knife, and aim.
- >In a flick, the knife cuts through the air and lands on its target.
- >”N-not fair!”
- “Too bad, I win.”
- >Luna pouts, and buries her head in the pillow.
- >You were always better at darts.
- “That is twenty points for me-“
- >You scribble down the numbers on a notepad.
- >Luna squints her eyes- and takes aim.
- >Luna lifts a dart with her magic, and shoots it off.
- “Oy, that’s cheating.”
- >”Too bad.”
- >She pokes her tongue out in mock humor.
- >You grin, and flick again.
- >Another tiny sliver goes into the darkness.
- >And with it, an agonized groan.
- “You having fun in there, buddy?”
- >You smile and walk towards the board.
- >He’s blindfolded, and a bloody rag is tied around his mouth.
- >You notice your mark on his left hand, right through his palm.
- >You pat the guy in the cheek, making sure he is alive.
- >His lips tremble, and he starts to shake.
- “Hey, I was on a date last night.”
- >You grab the knife, and pull it out, nice and easy.
- >He lets out another scream.
- >Muffled one, sadly.
- “A bird told me how to woo the ladies.”
- >You twirl the knife, as you return to your place.
- >You take another aim.
- “Aim for the heart.”
- >Another flick.
- >You wipe the red liquid from your hands, as you take the small bundle of green.
- >You pocket it, and nod happily.
- >It was a nice paying job.
- >The man pats you once, and you go into the room again.
- >You put on your gloves, and set to work.
- >You take a seat, and start tapping your fingers.
- >Dis gon be good.
- >Soon enough, you hear thrashing down the hall.
- >And so it begins.
- >Two heavy men kick open the door, and with them, come another victim.
- >But wait.
- >There’s more.
- >It’s a woman.
- >This just became interesting.
- >They lock her wrists to the wall, on the provided clamps, of course.
- >You wanted to see some action here.
- “Boys, can you make it quick? I want to be home by dinner.”
- >The two grunt, and back away from the hapless female.
- >They take the sides, and stare stoically at you.
- >You shrug.
- “Not leaving?”
- >They shake their heads.
- “Fine.”
- >You take your knife, and walk closer to the girl.
- >You can hear her scared whimpers behind her bounds.
- >You’re just picking up pieces here; she has a sack over her head.
- >You grab it, and quickly pull it off.
- >She looks to you with horror.
- >With those beady eyes, you’re guessing some lad out there was getting lucky.
- >She had her brown hair tied to a pony tail, with her front hair let down.
- “The usual treatment?” You ask to the guards.
- >”The boss wanted a quick slice, he needs the shipment quickly.”
- >You shrug.
- >You hold her face, and slowly cock it backwards.
- >She’s thrashing, but you hold on.
- >You place the tip of the knife on her throat.
- >Before you can do a quick slice, she knees you in the groins.
- >You wince and miss, missing her neck entirely.
- >The guards laugh in unison.
- >You sigh as the edges of the gag ripping off.
- >The girl will shoot her mouth off.
- >Actually, she’s not.
- >She slowly makes eye-contact with you, and mutters a word you thought you’ll never hear.
- >”Dad?”
- >You pause, and your hand trembles.
- >You knew that face from anywhere.
- >A guard slaps the back of your head.
- >”You doing it or not?”
- >He just hit you.
- >You twirl the knife in your hand, turning the tip downwards.
- >In a single sweep, you plunge the knife into his neck.
- >His eyes go wide, and he grabs your hand.
- >You ignore the man, and turn to the other guard.
- >As he reaches his hand to grab the firearm, you are already over his head.
- >You force the head down to your waiting knee.
- >The other one’s grasp is weakening.
- >As the guard turns over to fire at you, you deliver a heel to his neck.
- >He goes limp, and you turn to the girl.
- >She’s completely pale, staring at you with fear.
- “Sophie.”
- >She nods.
- >You open the clamps, freeing her completely.
- >She silently approaches you, and then delivers a wide slap.
- >Your head recoils in the impact.
- >You stagger for a second, and look at her again.
- >”After all these years…”
- >You can see her eyes starting to moisten.
- >She steps up again, and readies to deliver another slap.
- >You grab her arm mid-air, and stare into her eyes.
- “Yes, all those years. Hello.”
- >You then rush in for a hug, holding Sophie close.
- >She returns the gesture, sobbing into your shoulders.
- >”Y-you killed them…”
- >You hold her closer, and you lead her out.
- >You quickly pace through the hallways, holding Sophie’s hands tight.
- >Wait, you knew that name before.
- >Aw shit.
- >Ignoring that thought, you lead her out of the ‘facility’.
- >You let her in the car, and drive off.
- >It’s been a while since the any of you talked.
- “So- Sophie, how was things?”
- >She slowly turns her head to you.
- >”You’re asking me- how I was after all these years? And that place?”
- >You shrug.
- “What do you want for dinner?”
- >She almost lets out a smile, before forcing herself into a frown.
- >”Drop me off in my house.”
- >She tells you which way to go, turn-by-turn.
- >You find yourself in a simple complex of houses, seems like a nice neighborhood.
- >You stop in front of the designated house, and Sophie immediately jumps out.
- “Should I visit?”
- >She slams the car door.
- >That’s a yes.
- >You see your little girl- well- your supposed little girl walks up to her home.
- >You sit in your car seat, as her door flings open.
- >Two unfamiliar couple bursts out, and they embrace your daughter.
- >The three hold each other for a while.
- >The man looks to your parked vehicle, and he frowns.
- >He then let’s go, and slowly comes up to knock on your window.
- “How may I help you?”
- >You smile, as you lower the window.
- >”Do you have any business here?”
- >You shake your head.
- “I’m just here to see my daughter.”
- >And with that, you drive off.
- >You are getting rid of this car, for sure.
- >It was rental anyway.
- >Not wanting to wait till this problem grows- you decide to take care of it immediately.
- >Honest Bob’s- how… cliché.
- >You walk in, pay the due price, and throw the keys.
- >You’re better off walking anyway.
- >Going Green and whatnot.
- >Luna kept on pestering you after she saw Al Gore.
- >That motherfucker.
- >You stop by to take home some fish and chips- fishes for you, and the rest for her.
- >It was a nice arrangement.
- >You hold the paper bag with one hand, as you hum your way home.
- >You’d hate to admit it, but meeting your little girl caused little to no effect on your side.
- >You killed a few men, another day in the office.
- >You wouldn’t say you’re proud, but you’re making money.
- >Speaking of which-
- >Looks like you handed in you early retirement.
- >You hurry your pace, as you return home.
- >The apartment is less… Lively.
- >You don’t have those annoying children running around, like how they always do.
- >The air feels… colder.
- >You clutch onto your bag harder, as you travel up the stairs.
- >Your footsteps echo through the hallways.
- >Something is wrong.
- >Really, really wrong.
- >You keep your pace, as you near your apartment.
- >601, top floor.
- >You knock on the door.
- >No response.
- >You reach in for the welcome mat, and pull over the whole thing.
- >You see the silvery shine coming from one corner, and you pull out the second key.
- >You hastily insert the key, and turn it sideways.
- >You hear no click.
- >You then slowly push the door, and it opens without any resistance.
- >You are met with the same bland darkness.
- >You reach out and turn on the lights, to face the deserted living room.
- >The dining table is overturned, pictures are thrown everywhere- even the TV is on the floor.
- >You slowly walk in, and hear the broken glass crack under your feet.
- >You continue your walk, peering into your bedroom.
- >The window is smashed, and your bed is on the wall.
- >No sign of Luna anywhere.
- >You calmly place the paper bag on the counter, and look around the living room.
- >You notice a small note on your desk.
- >Of course, a note.
- >You hear the glass crack again behind you.
- >”Boss says hi, Anonymous.”
- >You can hear the gun click behind you.
- >”The girl put up quite a fight, you know.”
- >You feel for your wrist.
- >”She’ll be a spicy one for the boss.”
- >You turn slowly, hands up.
- >”There we go, nice and easy.”
- >You can see him now, only one man.
- >This ‘boss’ should have known better.
- >You shrug, and give him a smug smile.
- >”What’chu happy about?”
- >You flick your wrist, and bring up the tiny knife.
- >You quickly lunge forward and throw it, landing on the littered floor.
- >You slide slightly, cutting yourself as well.
- >The man falls silently, a knife right through his left eye.
- >You groan and slowly get to your feet.
- >You search the man, and start to strip him of all of his belongings.
- >You put on his clothes, and pocket the firearm.
- >No time to clean up.
- >You hurry away, not forgetting to grab your usual ‘equipment’.
- >Yep, it just had to rain.
- >You look up, only to be showered upon.
- >You fix your hat, and start climbing.
- >Careful now, you don’t want any slipping.
- >You grab the metal railing, and hoist yourself up.
- >You dust off any debris, and continue your path behind the warehouse.
- >It was a simple path, a straight run to the door.
- >You hear footsteps over the door.
- >Frankie kept his hands in his pocket, waiting for the rain to stop.
- >Fuck what the guys said, he was not going out in the rain.
- >And then he heard footsteps outside.
- >He groaned, and pulled out his pistol.
- >He slowly walked up to the door, fishing his pocket for the key.
- >Must be the kids again.
- >He sluggishly opened the door, to face an empty railing.
- >What could’ve-
- >A hand covered his mouth, while something penetrated his throat.
- >He dropped his gun, and began struggling.
- >But this guy was keeping up.
- >He then felt weaker and-
- >You plop the body on the cold floor.
- >You collect his ammunition, and move on.
- >Just like those games.
- >You travel down the stairs, seeing the left over cigar and an open magazine.
- >You ignore it, and take a turn.
- >You’re facing another door.
- >You hold the knob, and twist it slowly.
- >The door creaks slightly.
- >You slip in, facing the large, empty room.
- >You know this place.
- >The grey, dusty floor, the solitary chair in the middle…
- >It was your workhouse.
- >You spot Luna on the chair, is a quite fashion similar to most of your victims.
- >You step into the light.
- >You hear a radio click on, playing some random song.
- >The radio personality says a few words, before the next song plays.
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- >A lively one, you supposed.
- >”Good to have you, doctor.”
- >A fat man steps into the light.
- >This must be the boss.
- >You take a step.
- >He laughs at you, holding Luna by her ma- hair.
- >She looks beaten.
- >She’s hanging her head low, she looks out cold.
- “Hello to you too, boss.” You come up and offer a hand.
- >And then you realize you’re surrounded.
- >”Such manners! I never saw it in you, Anonymous.” He happily takes your hand.
- >”Now, back to business.”
- >He loses his smile immediately.
- >”You took a girl from me- and you owe for it. So now-“
- >He points at Luna.
- >”You pay it back.”
- >You smile, looking around.
- >Five to left, three to right.
- >You pull out a knife.
- “Fine.” You twirl it.
- >He smiles, and let go of Luna.
- >You crouch in front of her.
- >You tap her cheek lightly, waking her.
- >She has some bruises on the side.
- “You didn’t use magic, didn’t you?”
- >”She smiles weakly.
- >”That would be cheating, Anonymous.”
- >You smile and lean in.
- >You feel her cold lips again.
- >The boss slaps the back of your head.
- >You pull away, and nod.
- >Luna nods as well.
- >You back away just a bit, and stare into the boss’ eyes.
- >He flinches just a bit.
- “You hit her.”
- >You flick the knife.
- “And me.”
- >The men raise their guns.
- >You feel for your chest, where that nub once was.
- >You close your eyes.
- >If you can only-
- >You can hear your heartbeat, slowly rising.
- >Someone shouts in the background, before the sound is drowned into muffled, low-pitched roars.
- >You open your eyes, and lunge at the fat man.
- >He was running already.
- >Too slow.
- >You grab his thick neck, and plunge the knife deep.
- >You then fall backwards, colliding with Luna’s blue shield.
- >You grab the body with you, as bullets start to pour out.
- >You shrink as the bullets hit the massive body- and Luna’s shield.
- >It goes on for a while, before you hear the clicks of the guns.
- >You kick the body over, and pull out your own gun.
- >You fire a shot at the one in the corner.
- >Your arms fly up higher than you expected.
- >You scramble to your feet, running forward.
- >Your next shot is better; it hits the guard on his chest.
- >You sidestep, and fire another shot.
- >Before the man could fall, you clutch him for dear life, as the bullets poured again.
- >You marched forward, and threw the body forwards.
- >The near-death guard lands on two guards, as you fire off two more shots to your right.
- >You aim at the fifth and the sixth guard, when you hear a click.
- >They smile, as they reload.
- >You turn the pistol to hold the barrel, and throw it with your knife.
- >Both connect, sending two down.
- >You pull out knifes from both of your sleeves, and do a turning slash.
- >The two guards behind you stagger as you turn, clutching their throats.
- >Their blood follows your movements, creating a circle on the ground.
- >You hear the last guard stand, and run up to you.
- >You raise the knife high, and plunge it to his chest.
- >He twitches, before going still.
- >You let go, dropping the dead guard.
- >You then turn to Luna, who is absolutely terrified.
- >You slowly walk up to her, and place a hand on her shield.
- >She lowers it.
- >You kneel in front of her, and start to unbind her from the chair.
- >As soon as it comes loose, she lunges at you.
- >She starts sobbing onto you again.
- >This is almost routine now.
- >You give a simple pat, and she pulls away.
- “So-”
- >Before you can go on, she goes in for another kiss.
- >You let her have her way, holding her closer.
- >”I thought you were going to die, Anon.”
- “Died like once already.”
- >She laughs softly, and hugs you.
- >You hug close, and spin- taking her off the ground.
- >Her body hangs up, following your momentum.
- >She laughs, as she slowly goes back to her feet.
- >You dance around, holding her hand and her waist.
- >In a middle of a bloodied room.
- >And people say you’re insane.
- “So, what do you want for dinner?”
- >You say, still dancing around.
- >She giggles, what was with her today?
- “You alright?”
- >”I’m fine.” She coos.
- >You’re starting to get scared.
- >You grab the readied food, and make your way to your table.
- >Fish and chips again.
- >Luna won’t stop throwing smiles and winks at you for a while.
- “Alright, what’s up?”
- >You tap the table.
- >She just looks at you, with her unreadable smile.
- “Seriously, you’re scaring me.”
- >She leans to you, taking a chip.
- >She leans in, and gives you a peck on the cheek.
- >She then whispers the second set of words you thought you’ll never hear.
- >”I’m pregnant.”
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