Puffff! Blood splattered into the air with mangled flesh as baldy fell hitting the ground with his back. Blood flowing into streams underneath, his head bore a wound.....a bullet hole!
The gathering fell into shocked silence then into hysterical screaming
Ahhhhhhh! Murderer! Various sreams of different pitch rang out as dignitaries- terrified fled under the covers of their private guard or equal terrified assistant. The executive also fled leaving there leader dead....in cold blood
Ruthless!
The guard and on site police forces sprang into action with gun and rifles draw, alarms blearing in the background as they reported the situation into there comm unit. Requesting for Air support and back up.
But in all of this the wild rats-jornaliat, as if injected with chicken blood srambled forward trying to capture the historical moment of death...typical. Relaying what had traspered and request air coverage to capture the "juicy scoop".
(...motherf*uckers!ಠ︵ಠ)
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Back at the rooftop, Iceman or now a killer Ghost scrambled up shoving his gears back into the backpack finger flying about as he dismantled the sniper with the same speed and sequence.....deadly. Eyes calm...no waves, but his body betrayed him: sweat beading down his forehead, heart beating against his ribcage.
Done dismantling, he clicked the box shut slinging the back pack as he sprinted towards the roof entrance sparing his grandfather axe a quick glance before running down the flight of stair....steps almost silent like a ghost.
He ran wildly taking selective twists and turns as he changed course discarding his gears in parts on the way. Minutes after..... successfully reaching the sublevel- carpark, he slowed his steps blending in with the silence as he moved ghostlike towards an inconspicuous small vehicle by a corner....his get-away car.
Looking around-no one just series of cars, he unlocked the car and came face to face with doom
Boom! A nasty explosion occurred sending him flying with metal shards...smashing into the top left side of a black vehicle.....dented alarms blearing
Arrrhhh! He moaned in pain, eyes fuzzy.... cut lined his body with his cloth town and tartared.
He attempted to get up but strength eluded him, admist the burning flames and wreckagies....seven figures came into view. His blurry vision tried to identify them as his danger instinct bleared but he failed.....fainting.
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Ghost found himself in an hazy space....cold, empty. Dreams replayed erratic
" Daddy when are you coming to pick me up, I miss you sob!" a sweet sobbing voice came through the line as ghost cluched the phone face stained with tears " soon baby soon" he said voice shaking- fear gripping his form
It switched to another scene
" You better have completed the mission by tomorrow or else.....toot!" Ghost held the phone tight. He has to complete the mission for his daughter's sake....even if he went against his consciousness or all moral code.
Then another
" Daddy they let me play today, they gave me...leave me alone! I am talking to Daddy sob! Help daddy! Help! " His daughter's voice rang out before it went silent " last kill boy and you get your daughter.....or you don't-she dies kekeke" an aged wicked voice spoke ousing dread like a thousand years old ghost filled resentment
" You choose toot toot!" the line went cold staring at the broken burner cell in his hand "I will.....I have too.....for Elena...."
And another scene
" Daddy i-i boy you are making me wait keke" a sharp voice interrupted his daughter voice " I will be done soon please don't touch her" he pleaded toot! Line cut!..
And another scene.....
And another scene...
And another scene...
Ring ring! The phone rang then connecting " I have done what you asked when can I get my daughter" he said voice pleading " good boy good boy, your daughter"
" Y-yeah" he stuttered a feeling of dread settling in"
" She is in your bathroom keke"
He scrambled from his kneeing position shooting past the messy sitting room to the bathroom. He saw an ouline from the showers curtain flap, dread twisting further.....he pulled it apart with shaking hands.
Shing! And his heart sank. His precious daughter layed motionless in the tub..... eye bulging wide-white complextion pale white. Obviously, she was dead
Hand trembling the cell slipped thunding to the bathroom floor as he fell to his knees.... dejected tears spilling out
" Oh I forgot to say she was dead chuckle silly me" the voice came through the line like the whisper of the devil himself.
"W-why sob I did what ever you asked sob! Killing who ever you told me to kill why did you kill her still why?!!!" He roared madness coating his eyes hugging his daughter- now dead in his arms cupping her delicate face.
" Why!,....well because I felt like it hahaha! Toot toot! " Ghost layed there...lost and defeated.
The scene changed again
Boom! Boom!
Bang! He awoke with a furious splash
His eyes flew open... disoriented as the bright lamp in front of him shined into his eyes.....slowly adapting his cloth wet- cold seeping in he slowly took in the surroundings.
He was chained to a foldable metal chair, he was in a dark and disorganized chamber probably a basements. Looking forward he came face to face to his life long nemesis the source of his countless nightmares and the trauma that almost broke him- Victor!.
"....hehehehe-hahahahaa!" He broke into a eerie laugh.....loud and heart breaken. After every all the planning, all the strategies, all the years...all the blood spilled, all the friends lost-just to get at the man that took his away his precious away...wasted! All for not
" I know how it feels" Victor began smile taking his lips " all the planning all the time spent.....lost never to be regaimed. Heck! You even gave you manhood away for info about my location hahaha" he laughed taking a puff of his ciger.....the smoke swirling into the air
"....ironic right" Ghost sighed
" Any last words " Victor asked..... dismissive like Ghost was a waste of time.
Rasing his head Ghost looked into Victor's green eyes....the swirling mass of arrogance....." Fuck you!"
" Hahaha, you didn't want to know how I knew about your devious plan to get at me?" Victor ask
"Chuckle! In at the death door, Ghost was still stumped at how a brief night of kindness had destroyed all the plans he made over the years....." I guess some are just destined to fail" he said....head down eyes closed
" Yeah....I guess" Victor replied ego wrapped around his voice
Click! A cold hard barrel pressed against his head - no reaction. He wants going to give Victor the pleasure he wanted
Irritated at this vermin, he pulled the trigger
Bang!
A bullet wound appeared on Ghost head as his eyes lost it's glow...dead
Even in all, Ghost last thought were
" Sorry darling.....Daddy tried.."
(Ironic right?(•‿•))