Topic: Records of an Assassin. [MA]

Renualt

Date: 2009-08-24 13:59 EST
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

Renualt

Date: 2009-08-24 22:12 EST
Looking to the stairs, heading up them, of course. Quiet as a mouse, but yet not sneaking. Peeking around the corner, he spied the guard how had hi back to him. There was ten more stairs, that lead up to him, thank god these people were as stupid as they looked. Turning the corner, stepping up one stair at a time, one of the beretta's, was holstered. That way he could have it pressing on the wall. His left hand still occupied by the second beretta. It took him only ten seconds to make it up the stairs, and another two steps, and he wrapped a hand around the mans throat, tightly.

Letting his gloved hand dig into it, firmly, almost a death-grip, around his juggular, he could neither breath, nor scream. But simply try and pull, The Killer's, hand from his throat in a vain attempt. Two more guards were in this corridor, aiming with the beretta. Pulling back on the trigger, and sending two bullets flying through the air. And finding their new homes in the skulls of two guards.

The firing of the gun, had alerted the other's in the area. Four more coming down the stair to his left, three from the right set, and still more on this floor, had been alerted. A quick jerk of his hand, and he snapped the neck of the guard he had. Letting his momentum, knock the guard to the side. Drawing his other beretta, whiping it in an upwards direction sending off two more bullets, that shot down, and curved back up, and landed in the chest of one guard. And the throat of another, going through, and hitting the eye of the one behind him.

Turning, and slinging his right arm around. Firing off one shot, curving it around. Thankfully these wall were thin, but that was also a bad thing. The bullet pierced through the wall, and blew out the knees of another guard. Spining around with his momentum, and lowering himself into a leaning forward crouch. Another bullet sent spining around that corner, and as the guards shoulder hit the ground, a bullet found its mark, and ended up somewhere in his lower intestines, its entry point at the top of his head.

Looking up, now he was out of free time. "Now it gets fun." Speaking to himself, as the guards took up aim, before him and fired. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, he could hear his heart pounding. This wouldn't last long. Running forward, three men stood before him, four more were coming from behind him now. Pointing his guns before him. Able to see the fire as the assault rifle's opened, up and bursted bullets at him. Firing off a few shots, and deflecting some of the oncoming bullets. Ducking into a roll, and sliding between one of the mens legs. Pressing his feet firm, against the wall as he met it. Looking up, the men were turning around now. And his breathig was bcoming heavily labored, he couldn't keep up this for much longer. Aiming and firing off, six of his rounds. Droppng three men, now he had another problem.

The men that were behind him, were now before him. And all of them had begun to fire. With what ever he could muster, he rolled over and scurried behind the cover of one of the more solid walls. Thank goodness for that, becase a split second after he was in cover. The bullets smashed against the wall.

Breathing was slightly labored, but he was calming down once more. His adernaline still pumping through his body at a rapid rate. Taking this chance to reload his left beretta, and ditching the right one's current clip. Now, he was fully reloaded on both hands, getting to his feet. Puasing to let the dust settle from the marble wall, where he had been.

It took moments, but they saw no one. And looked slightly on the confused. Siezing the oppurtunity, and turning the corner. Firing off four rounds, and turning back around his sturdy cover. Hearing the drop of three rifle's, that was odd. One of them must have gotten smart. Turning the corner, noticing that the bullet did hit. But it was off slightly, it hit the mans throat, and now he was gasping for air. Grasping at his hroat, trying get the blood to stop pouring out.

Looking at him, The Killer, Leaning to one side, letting his left hand rest on his left hip. "Huh...Now thats, resilence for you. But..." points and fires, the bullet putting the man out of his misery. "I shot you."

End of Chapter 2

Renualt

Date: 2009-08-30 15:06 EST
The room, before him was smaller, so much smaller. In fact it was just a hall way, and it was eery, a long, maybe thirty feet worth of a hall way. It was dark, only long enough for him to place his left foot on the floor before him.

The lights flickered to life, and it was slightly more then he thought. The floor, was steel, polished to a reflective shine. The walls themselves, were glass, and with ease, he could see the tiny little lights, that lay only inches behind them. Floresence was the lighting of choice. And there were three to each column, every two feet from each other, above, and before. Holstering his Beretta's. Caustiously he proceeded, through the hall way, in an atempt to kill the guard at the other end...

Half way through, he stopped something wasn't right. Ok, maybe it was the fact that the lights had begun to rapidly, dim, and there were two small areas were the light seemed to pull together. "Thats new." Instantly a line of blue forms between the two spots of light, and starts heading straight towards him, with a bit of speed behind it.

The guard that was in there with him, didnt even know what hit him. One second he was walking, the next he was staring up at his body. The thin blue beam of light, was no parlor trick to frieghten the unprepared, it was ten hundred percent lethal.

Backing up, it was best not to try and tempt this trap. Turning about and running towards the door he entered, it would be best to find another way out. But as soon as he did, the door, was practicualy closed. He was trapped, and that beam didn't look too friendly.

Turning around, it was only about five feet away from him, looking up, and noticing the split bars above, and a ventialtion shaft, he took his chance. "Lets hope they have the A/C on..."Said with a grunt as he jumped up, gripping the bars, and swinging himself up, and through the vent shaft his feet went. Managed to get in, before the beam decapitated him. But none the less it was a close one, and he could feel the heat along the back of his neck.

Now he was in the ventilation system. Looking back in the direction he came, and before him in the direction he needed to go. With a silent agreement to himself, he headed in the direction he had originally intended on going.

Five minutes would pass, and he would wait. The guards, of this trap had went to investigate, only to find that one of their lay dead on the floor. His head maybe a foot away from his body, and soaking in a pool of his own blood. One by one, they entered the hall, to recover the dead body of one of their own. Only one stayed behind, and that was the one that operated the controls to the lethal hallway trap.

The Killer, on the other hand. He had his own plans, crouching in the grate over head of the one guards operating the room. Kicking it out, and drawing a beretta and shooting the guard.

Hopping on out, and landing on an unstable position, spinning about and pressing the power button, pushing the control level to maximum. The guards, whom of which all heard the gun fire, turned around, to view only a glimpse of the dark suited figure, as the doors, slammed shut on both ends of the hallway.

Casually, he walked over to the viewing screen, and watched all the guards, one by one drop llike flies. His arms, crossed before his stomach and rested there, his right hand occupied by the beretta. His left, free to hang there. This was what they deserved, what they get. Because, they had f***ed with the wrong person.

End of Chapter 3

Renualt

Date: 2009-09-01 13:47 EST
"Ok, ok, I know what your thinking. This, why go through the trouble of it. Why not just wait and put him six feet under during the middle of the day?"

"Well, in the assassin world, things are always changing, and always alive. I mean if you want to pretend to be some hardened badass, that shoots from behind a scope, attached to a MK11 Sniping rifle, then by all means, go ahead. You'll never be known..."

"But, but if you got the balls, and the skill....Why not show it off."

Moving to the door. "It would figure.." he sighed heavily, and rolled his shoulders. The panzy a** leaders always hid behind door, what was it that atracted them to the humble door. The bodies behind him, lay strewn out behind him. They were quite comfortable in their own blood, so they didn't complain much...anymore. The smoke, still seething off of his twin .45 acp vrs. Beretta's. Holstering one, and raising his hand up to knock lightly on the door. "Room service."

His target wasn't an idiot, the camera caught his figure in the flickering of the light. And even a deaf person would have been able to hear that amount of gunfire, from at least three blocks away. Taking a breath, and motioning for his guards to get into position. They moved and pushed over, both furniture, and tables. Anything they could use as cover, and dug themselves in tight.

Still at the door, The Killer had become tired of waiting. "Ok enough of this s***." Raising his right leg, up. And putting it hard against the door, had the left door flying off. "I said it was Mother F***ing room service."

Walking in, more of a stroll both Beretta's in a cooresponding hand. He saw the Man before him, and all the turned over furniture, and well...He knew he walked into an ambush before he even opened the door.

The light shown off of him, the black suit. With ammo, and a weapon harness. "Oh I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten the food. You wouldn't mind lead would you?" Asked in a sarcastic voice.

The man, that was behind the desk. hearing the voice he froze, how could he have made it past 4 floors of armed guards. Just by himself, how" His body began a cold sweat, and before he could think, his mouth opened. Shouting, "KILL THAT MOTHER F***ER!!"And at that order, the guards, stood up behind cover and began to fire. Time seemed to slow down slightly as he heard the order, and the first one who popped up he planted a bullet into. Jerking his arm slightly, and sharply, sending a bullet wrapping around, curving perfectly in line, and deflecting a bullet that was oncoming.

Taking the momentary break, of only a heart beat. He covered himself behind on of the nearby pillars. Peeking around the corner, the guards had him lit up like a Christmas tree. Bullet holes, riddled the pillars. and blew chucks off of the corner, he pulled his head back, avoiding any direct line of view.

Raising his arms up, bending at the elbows, making the backs of his arms parallel with the ground. Peeking the guns around the corner, and pulling back on the triggers. His bullets flying, but really without a purpose, other then cover fire. The guards momentarily ceased fire, trying to cover themselves.

This gave him enough time to turn the pillar, and rush one of the guards. It took only a second for him to cross their distance of 20 feet. Drawing a combat knife, flipping over the table, landing in a crouch, an spinning around, jabbing the knife deep into the mans skull. Sheathing it, the other wer slightly awestruck by the sheer speed of his movements.

Holstering one of the Beretta's, and grabbing the corpse by its throat, using one hand to hold it pressed against his body. Using the mans body as a meat shield, almost instantly it began to takes the bullets of the now once again active guards. Taking up his aim, firing off three more shots, downing the last three guards.

In all this commontion he had taken his eyes off of his target, for maybe a minute.

Then he took a shotgun blast that sent him falling backwards and skidding on the ground. Well, at least the torso of his shield took most of the blast. But he none the less, received the after effect. His equipped weapon, dropped and on the floor too far to retrieve. And his other holstered, he was prone. With minor disorientation.

The shotguns owner was his intended target. And the man was foolish enough to move in range of his feet. But he would play this a bit, and lure him further in. "You see, You cant kill me. None of you would be assassin's can kill me." Cocking the shotgun.

That movement was the minor break he needed to recover, raising a foot in a split second and planting it into the groin of another man, this time. Rolling onto his shoulders and pressing up, had him on his feet, and a quick elbow to the face, reaching down, and turning the shotgun on its wielder.

Reaching out, grasping the man by the hair, and pressing his open mouth down on the barrel. "That's betters, now do me a favor?" Pausing for a second. ?And Shut the f*** up!" Pressing on the trigger, with the mans, own thumb, and putting a nice hole all the way the back of the mans head.

The last thing seen, was the red glow of that mask's eyes. As The Killer, walked out, placing the, Do not disturb, sign on the only door handle left.

End of Chapter 4