Part 1
"Think of it this way...You only live once. But in my case, I got to live two times. Was just like most of the people reading this, my life was boring. Working my nine to five job, pulling overtime just to make ends meet. A**hole of a Boss breathing down my neck, telling me to get my own a** in gear. When he stands around and does abso-f***ing-lutely nothing. Yet he'll make more cash then you by the end of the day, the you do in week."
"A few stubborn panic attacks, in the middle of work. Pop the top to your favorite mediction, and down them like they were candy. Manage though the day, go home. Eat, drink, s***, then pass on your bed that smell's, slightly like mildew...or some other moldy s***. Appartments aren't that much better, especially when you alarm clock is the train system."
"Yeah that was my life in a nut shell...Well, thats different now."
The elevator, the familar noise of the elevator music...Mozart, or Johann, one of them. It didn't bother him that much, but it was annoying after 10 floors. Flicking the safety of his .45 acp vrs. Beretta's, into the off position. Tilting his head to the left, then the right. His neck popped, and he rolled his shoulder loosening himself up slightly.
The elevator bounced to a stopped, and the door slid open. Well he wasn't expected, walking in. The lights of the hall were a bit too bright for his comfort, but the dark visor helped him to see easy. The boots of his suit, let him touch the hard tile of the hallway, with relatively little noise with it.
The security, fat sack of s***. Was just laying there, reclined in an office chair. Typical, he was behind a desk, with a computer...Probably had the video play feed, from security camera's. Approaching, him and tapping one of teh beretta's to the hard wood of the desk. The black suit was a contrast of the surrounding hall.
The guard, woke up and looked to him, a bit startled. "What in the hell-"
"Look, you dont want to be here. Cause its about to get...Beyond your leauge." Using his other hand, beretta still in it, motioning to the beretta pointing at him. "Get my drift, fat boy?"
The Guard, had started to sweat slightly. It was evident as he wipe his brow clean. Fear...It had its own scent, own personal smell, and was always there in the back of the mind of even some of the toughest son's of bitches he put six feet under. And was very evident in the security guard before him. "I wont bother anyone." Getting to his feet.
The Killer, pointed his gun at the Security guard. keeping it pointed at him, the whole time he made his way to the Elevator, pressing th button the doors closed, and he began his decent away from the soon to be massacre.
End of Chapter 1
"Think of it this way...You only live once. But in my case, I got to live two times. Was just like most of the people reading this, my life was boring. Working my nine to five job, pulling overtime just to make ends meet. A**hole of a Boss breathing down my neck, telling me to get my own a** in gear. When he stands around and does abso-f***ing-lutely nothing. Yet he'll make more cash then you by the end of the day, the you do in week."
"A few stubborn panic attacks, in the middle of work. Pop the top to your favorite mediction, and down them like they were candy. Manage though the day, go home. Eat, drink, s***, then pass on your bed that smell's, slightly like mildew...or some other moldy s***. Appartments aren't that much better, especially when you alarm clock is the train system."
"Yeah that was my life in a nut shell...Well, thats different now."
The elevator, the familar noise of the elevator music...Mozart, or Johann, one of them. It didn't bother him that much, but it was annoying after 10 floors. Flicking the safety of his .45 acp vrs. Beretta's, into the off position. Tilting his head to the left, then the right. His neck popped, and he rolled his shoulder loosening himself up slightly.
The elevator bounced to a stopped, and the door slid open. Well he wasn't expected, walking in. The lights of the hall were a bit too bright for his comfort, but the dark visor helped him to see easy. The boots of his suit, let him touch the hard tile of the hallway, with relatively little noise with it.
The security, fat sack of s***. Was just laying there, reclined in an office chair. Typical, he was behind a desk, with a computer...Probably had the video play feed, from security camera's. Approaching, him and tapping one of teh beretta's to the hard wood of the desk. The black suit was a contrast of the surrounding hall.
The guard, woke up and looked to him, a bit startled. "What in the hell-"
"Look, you dont want to be here. Cause its about to get...Beyond your leauge." Using his other hand, beretta still in it, motioning to the beretta pointing at him. "Get my drift, fat boy?"
The Guard, had started to sweat slightly. It was evident as he wipe his brow clean. Fear...It had its own scent, own personal smell, and was always there in the back of the mind of even some of the toughest son's of bitches he put six feet under. And was very evident in the security guard before him. "I wont bother anyone." Getting to his feet.
The Killer, pointed his gun at the Security guard. keeping it pointed at him, the whole time he made his way to the Elevator, pressing th button the doors closed, and he began his decent away from the soon to be massacre.
End of Chapter 1