An End To An Evil Man

The elevator doors swung open as I stepped out with my head held high. Looking directly at that b*****d behind his desk, I took no time in standing around and charged for him. I felt my foot slightly trip on something.

Something that wasn’t there before. It was a wire and with it came the flying of freshly sharpened daggers. I hurled myself forward to avoid them, but two or three skidded past my legs, slicing me deep, but not deep enough.

In that same instance, sniper barrels revealed themselves out of the ceiling, aiming right for my torso with little red lights. I jumped side to side, as quickly as I could to avoid them. I could feel the heat of each slug as they swiped my flesh, just barely hitting me.

I had avoided being shot so far. I worried how long my condition would last. The fire had stopped for a brief while, and I assessed the injuries, making sure I was still in one piece before resuming my blind charge of fury.

I rushed at him once more, my face redder than before. My gun was drawn and loaded. I pulled it up and finally fired, aiming for his great, fat torso.

It wasn’t long before I spotted small blades flying in my direction, deflecting the four bullets I sent his way. I couldn’t believe my eyes! This time he had thrown them himself, and with such accuracy.

I proceeded forward with changing speeds as I pondered if he’d prepared anymore traps. Sure enough, my fear came true as I felt my left foot lower onto a floor tile. Walls opened to the sides of me, with medium sized rockets pointed all along the direction in which I was running.

I cursed myself for not taking more caution and had to think quickly. The rockets fired one after another. My first instinct was to duck, thereby avoiding them and enabling myself to slide underneath the blaze.

This so-called ‘master assassin’ was gonna be a real pain in the a*s to take down. With all the trouble he’d caused in my life, he more than deserved it. Too bad he had every police force within a one-thousand mile radius tucked away in his back pocket.

I thought it over, and in an instance of fire, I certainly wouldn’t want to be underneath it. What if I get trapped? And so I made up my mind.

I jumped as far up as I could , feeling the rockets with my feet as they collided under me, propelling me forward. It must have been a ghastly sight, watching me emerge from smoke, thinking I was dead when I really was just riding the heatless combustion. The rockets had all blown up, and the room beyond that b*****d’s desk was covered in black smoke.

As I fell through the clouds of empty fire, I could see his eyes widen in fear. I landed on his desk with my feet and an Earth-rattling thud. My brick-force wasn’t enough to break it though.

It took an instant for me to think to myself about what I had planned to do to him. Torture was never my thing, and I didn’t want to waste my bullets on this idiotic worm. I winded my foot back and gave a great hard kick to his fat, greedy face.

My shoe dug into his skull as it flew back, cracking his neck. His chair flew backward along with his heavy, disgusting self. I stood on the desk looking down on him for a little while, the smoke still lingering behind me.

I raised my head to take that well-earned look into the night sky. His body fell back through the window behind him. He feel far enough, followed by a might thud, justifiably so.

I could have been dead, judging by the light I was then met with when those explosives went off. All that quiet suddenly rung up in roars of policemen on radios, and gunmen in choppers. Their lights shined through the glass window behind  the b*****d’s desk.

The reinforcements had arrived. If this b*****d had his gang of freaks couldn’t have taken me down, the fuzz would. I took no time in waiting for them to come up and get me.

I was ready to head down stairs as I felt a great explosion from beneath me. I figured the swat had just made their explosive entrance. I took one look back at that b*****d’s dead body, and kept on walking to the elevator to face whatever fate they had set for me down stairs.

I may not survive this next part. As a matter of fact… I’m sure of it! But hey, at least the damned successor to Hagon is finally dead.