The Perfect Assassin

Author's note:

Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I was fiddling with a lot of ideas and then I deleted it twice because I hated some. Anyways...

I based this chapter kind of off real life events... The actual action sequence is close to the truth and the events leading up to it are also pretty close but I put some flare into it to make it more to my style...

I'd like to give a shout out to these few:

Dark Lighting - Always bubbly and giving me support
Ice - Sticking his neck out for me
Frostbite - Helping out
Hydro Heat - Letting me use their OC
ThePhantomAssassin - Editing
You - For putting up with my shitty writing...

Also I'm hosting another contest... This one is another OC contest for this story but there are some very specific rules...

1) You cannot use any other person's OC
2) Multiple entries are allowed
3) I have the right to veto any OC
4) Entrants must have a vary accurate description of OC
5) Please give a Bio
6) Banned OCs can NOT be used...

-Fern (Mine)

-Jade (Mine)

-Dark Lightning

-Summer Dawn

-Frostbite

-Ice (sorry guys you got your slots in another story...)
7) You cannot complain if you don't get featured immediately otherwise you won't get a slot...
8) all OCs will have their rolls to play
9) Changing 1 charcteristic of an OC does not make it a new one...

"Ponies for everyone!" "Bitch you miss pronounced 'everypony'!"
-Dashie

Chapter Two
The Few, The Proud, The Elite

5th of March, 2012

I've got a job here soon and I really don't feel like taking it. The client specifically asked for me. Ever since Jess died I pretty much been devoted to the war just to get those bastards back. It feels so different without her here cracking jokes. Shamus feels sorry that I ended up with the job. I remember when we were a strong and powerful force to be reckoned with. We use to have almost a hundred assassins now we are less than ten.

Darwin was right when he said survival of the fittest. Now I know why the Sect wished to cancel the program all those years ago. They are tired of burying their hard work on their 'subjects'. I feel like such a fucking lab rat. Jess didn't even get a proper burial. I almost planned on leaving and dragging the others with me. We would have be hunted and killed one by one if we did that though. We are 'far too dangerous to be set free', yeah more like 'a waste of fucking time'.

New recruits come in and even pass primary selection. None grew up back in the time when a sword was a weapon of choice. Hell a rock is better than a gun and yet everyone wants a gun. Sure a gun can kill someone at a distance but you can use a bow and get away without anyone hearing the shot. A suppressor can only do so much. A bow is much quieter and it's still really effective if you've had the proper training. Poison an arrow head and if it hit but didn't do the job with the impact then the poison will definitely do the job.

I really hope this new job goes off without a hitch.

-James

"A STONE'S THROW AWAY"
11:11:11
Lt. James Sanderson
Navy SEAL Team Six
May 1st, 2011

"James...!"

"Huh...?" There was a ringing in my ear and it made it really hard to hear.

"James! Get your ass up!" I felt a hard slap across my face. Cpt. Bolen was standing above me lowering his hand. I grabbed on and pulled harder to drag my ass out of the dirt.

"Forty meters!"

"Right flank!" I looked around in sort of a daze. Bullets whizzed past me as I jumped to a small mound for cover. The ringing in my ears was going away.

"Last mag!"

"What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled to Bolen.

"We're in fucking Disney World! What the fuck do you think is going on! Get to the Humvee and grab the LMG!!" I looked back to the road I was just on. The Humvee was there on its side. Hopefully the hatch was open so I could easily get in.

"I'll need some covering!"

"You heard him boys! On three! ONE! .... TWO! ... THREE!!!" The group popped up and blazed in the enemy's general local. I ran almost like Forrest Gump only I didn't take a bullet in my ass.

"OH FUCK!" A big ditch was not but six strides ahead of me and I was not gonna get enough speed to jump its two yards across. How the fuck did Bolen get me over there so fast? "Fuck whatever!" I tried my best to make the last few strides count but it really didn't matter anyways. I hit the edge with my foot rolling it on impact. I winced. "SON OF A BITCH!" I seriously had to stop swearing. I hobbled the last four feet and got around to see the hatch. "OF FUCKING COURSE IT'S CLOSED!" Well scratch that off my new year’s resolution. It would never happen anyways.

I didn't have time for this shit. My 'friends' were dying and here I am fucking around with a Humvee. Am I playing Halo again? Lucky me the window was cracked but sadly it wasn't broken. I stomped on the window trying my best to ignore my foot's protests. Man up you pussy whipped foot.

*CRUNCH*

*CRUNCH*

*CRUNCH*

*CRUNCH*

*POP!*

The window finally gave and I reached in and grabbed the M60 sitting in the driver's side seat. The fucker wasn't loaded of course. Supposedly there was ammo in the trunk but I highly doubted that. The fucking government sent us into shit holes low on ammo every time. I reached down to pop the release for the trunk but I couldn't reach. "Time to take about twenty for the team..." I crawled into the broken window and desperately tried to pull a lever. I couldn't because the door was crushed against the seat. Getting in was easy. Now getting out? Not so much. A fucking latch decided to catch on the window and prevented me from getting out and saving some asses. That was a good minute trying to get unstuck. The rest was just trying to be careful and not kill myself.

Once out I rushed to the back. The damn thing was already open and ammo boxes were everywhere. I'm such a fucking idiot. How did I forget I kicked one on the way over? No tie to delay. Slinging the heavy ass gun onto my back I leaned down and picked up as many of the boxes as I could. I stopped when someone called out "I'M HIT!" I had at least four. I didn't count I was on a time crunch.

"Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!" I ran back and this time I just hopped down the two feet if the ditch. Yeah I'm a fucking idiot. I plastered myself against the makeshift wall and began prepping the M60. "Hatch up. Drum on. Bullets in. Slam it down. COCK THE MOTHER FUCKER!" I jumped up and saw a little village with white walled buildings like Baghdad. There were at least eleven of those fuckers running around. I pulled the trigger and listened to the fast paced *THUMP* of the gun as I aimed at those towel headed fuckers. Each dropped in rapid succession.

*CLICK* "OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

"Clear!" Bolen yelled.

"I'm out!" I called over quickly loading a new belt into the receiver.

"Guess that defeats the element of surprise..." Cpl. Ward said holding a wounded man down. I didn't know who it was; his face was covered by Ward's arm. He would pull through we're all troopers.

"All right boys! We got a hell of a walk ahead of us. Ten clicks to the compound and we got wounded."

"Sounds like a Wednesday to me..." We all gathered around Bolen who crouched to the ground. I handed him a stick when he held out a hand.

"Okay listen up... Here we are." He pointed to a small 0 he made in the sand. "This is where we need to be..." He dragged the stick to an X not very far away. He drew little blocks around the X.

"So why is it ten clicks?"

"Good question. According to the shitty intel we got the compound is near the middle of the city with a number of buildings surrounding it and we can't go through them. So we are pretty much SOL." He pointed to the far side of the X. "It's a small complex. Very hard to miss though but it's guarded pretty good."

"Kinda like John's dick?" John slugged the guy who spoke.

"Shut up..." John said.

"Enough..."

"Are we gonna have to go around?"

"No, but I guarantee that there is some guards on top of the building or on the roofs of nearby buildings just waiting to try out their new rifles. We're going the long way and gonna knock down the front door. We are defiantly not taking the road but we aren't gonna stray too far from it either."

"It will take almost the whole day to get there."

"Night ops? We didn't bring nods..."

"Won't need um. The building will be well lit. We just have to take out the eyes and ears... Sanderson!"

"Yeah?"

"You're up when we get there. The humvee should have a Barrett in the back. Now I know you don't like them but your gonna have to deal with it."

"Fuck my life..."

"Let's roll! We are leaving in ten!" We all started gathering supplies to get a move on. I walked over to the Humvee and looked inside. Sure enough a Barrett 50 cal. Layin’ the back seat. This wasn't my Humvee. Ours lay in a burning heap in the ditch about twenty yards behind this one.

"Ward!"

"I'm right here..."

"Good. Get your skinny ass in there and grab that rifle."

"Okay... Hold my vest." He dropped his gear and handed me his vest. He crawled in legs first and stood up.

"Hey... Isn't this bones' knife?" He yanked a blade out of the seat and held it through the glass. I rolled it in my hand. Then I rolled it over my knuckles. I stopped my fooling around when Ward tapped the unbroken glass. There was a skull and cross bones on the handle. It was a poor carving at best.

"Yep..."

"Where is he?"

"Dead... Poor bastard..." Ward didn't say anything anymore. He hopped the seat and dug around in the back. He pushed the Barrett through the window and went back to digging. "Whatcha looking for?" He didn't reply."Ward?" He crawled back out and held out a small slip of paper. I turned it over to see a picture of Bones and his kids. I felt a little bad for them. I knew what it was like to lose someone close to you. Never again. "Put it on him... He deserves to have it..." He nodded and walked off. Why was that picture even in the back seat if his knife was in the front?

"Let's roll! We don't got all day!" Bolen yelled. No time to ponder. I walked back to the pile of ammo. A few Barrett mags laid out and about. Ten should cover me. I'm carrying the two heaviest guns we got up a goddamn mountain that's ten miles away. Sounds like a Wednesday to me.

"Yeah!"

"Get it in gear!" One last thing. I nabbed the suppressor. I felt like an internet troll. I even walked away with a smug grin on my face. "What are you smiling about?" I held up the suppressor and he chuckled before clasping my shoulder. "Only you man... Only you..."

It was getting late. My family was getting a little restless and I knew it. "Alright everybody... Let's get some food and then we can finish up today. Tomorrow we'll have my party and I guess we will... Well I haven't thought that far yet..." At the mention of food thirty little kids jumped up and ran to the table.

As the family sat around the table waiters brought in the main courses and began to set them down in the center of the table. The trays were lifted to show a nice array of food that everyone here would enjoy. Sure a few things the younger ones wouldn't like sat here and there. I bet a few would try the steamed asparagus but most won't and that was one of the better dishes.

Mashed potatoes were piled mountains high. A giant bowl of gravy sat next to the leaning tower of taters. Corn was on the cob and off the cob in large bowls. I took a large scoop of mashed potatoes and then I took that ladle and got at least four dips of gravy. I stopped counting and went until every little inch was covered. I needed a bigger spoon for the corn if I really wanted to do this. I had to have my fix. I signaled a waiter and a giant fucking spoon was put in my hand. I grinned as I took two scoops. That pretty much was my plate. I took four stalks of asparagus after just to seem a little formal. But I laughed as I saw a little one have pretty much nothing but potatoes just like me. Man I raised them good!

There was a curious pile of at least eighty PB&J sandwiches brought in and set in the middle. Half were gone before the plate even was set down asking it easier on the waiters but damn. I had to get one fast. I don't know how big of a tub of Nutella they needed to make this many sandwiches but HOLY SHIT. I got one and took a bite quickly. It tasted amazing at first. There was a giant glob of peanut butter and then there was about an equal amount of jelly.

I almost spit out my first bite. I FUCKING HATE STRAWBERRY! I set it down on a little side plate and tried to find one that had grape jelly. If they were all strawberry I was gonna have a fucking cow. Speaking of cows. My glass had been filled with milk. I smiled, yes, this pleases me. I downed the glass just to get the bad taste out of my mouth. I felt like I was four. Man what I wish to be young again.

I reached for another sandwich and thankfully it was grape. Now I was satisfied. Well almost. I still haven't eaten my piled up plate. I fucking love mashed potatoes.

After dinner I leaned back and rubbed my belly. It was defiantly full now. I just wanted to relax and take a nap after a meal like that. It almost felt like mom's cooking. Then I remembered my mom sucked at cooking. Doesn’t matter had food. I rounded up the mini-me’s and sat down in my chair as the waiters came back and cleaned up the tornado that had ripped through the meal.

"So what happened after that? Did you get the bad man?" I chuckled.

"Well..."

The sun had slowly lowered as we waited for the operation to begin. It wasn't hard to get to a nice little nook. We had a few hours to make sure we had different coverings if we really need them. Ward sat next to me with a scope. It was a hassle to haul around and I had no clue why he did. But if it helped spot the fuckers faster than the more power to him.

I laid down and propped the Barrett up on a bi-pod. Very useful but even more of a hassle to set it up when you're on the move. Ward sat next to me with his scope and whispered out targets. I'd spotted most before he even said anything but he had better eyes than me and spotted the sniper in the rocks. I should have seen his scope gleam when I passed over him but I didn't. There was a total of four snipers and two guards. Each were way out of line of sight to the two teams that had split waiting to start the raid.

I saw them begin the advance and I readied my first shot. Making sure the second was close enough to get I pulled the trigger and let the first bullet fly. I didn't need to see it hit to know I got him. Ward did that for me. "Great shot!" Pulling the trigger again the second bullet flew and made impact with a beautiful display of red and some pink as his brains splattered along the wall. "Tango down."

We hopped up and moved quickly to the other snipers. They still had no clue where we were until that bullet went right to them. Taking them out quickly I scoped in on the few guards on a roof. I doubt they had any idea that there was a trained sniper waiting for them to make the wrong move. They grew alarmed at the sight of our boys moving on the compound. I couldn't wait anymore. I dropped them quickly. Headshots didn't matter in a life and death situation like the one that would have played out.

I watched the boys move along the buildings. Children and women ran around and some were caught by our guys just trying to calm them down. I saw a flash out of the corner of my scope. Then a retreating Osama. "Fuck! I could have had him!"

"Don't worry about it man... Our guys got it... We need to link up with SEAL team two..." Ward said patting me on the back. "Come on..." I got up and slung the heavy ass rifle onto my back. Just another day on the job right? There wasn't much I could do about it. Hopefully they would get him and we could all go home safe. Well almost all of us. As we were about to leave the building I shot Ward with a M9. He collapsed and laid there. I didn't need to check to know if it was a kill shot. I pulled him into a closet and left a small note in Arabic. Hopefully the pour soul to find him will return him.

I left without another word. I walked out to the hills and sat there. Taking off my helmet I ran my fingers through my unkempt hair. I really let myself go over the years. Filled with the outrage of that bastard's men. I finally had my revenge. I just needed to get out now. That was the easy part. The hard part was to shoot a buddy.

I had practically lived my life with these guys in the past few years. Now that the job was done I could go home and live my life for a while. Well maybe now a while but a few days is okay with me. I pulled out a satellite phone and flipped it open. Hitting the little green button I redialed the last number I had called. Before we left to get to the city I had called in favor. I probably owed ten times the amount that he thinks I owe him but I don't care.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, I need that pick up."

"Where ya at?"

"Outside of the city on a small hill. Think ya can get me in twenty?"

"More like thirty but I'll try."

"Cool... Take your time man I ain't got anywhere to be any time soon."

"I'm rolling out now. Eyes to the sky."

"Ight..." *CLICK BEEP* I ended our call ad laid back waiting for my ride home. As I relaxed I thought of all the men and women that wouldn't be going home. The sacrificed themselves for their country. Noble yes but war could have been avoided. It may be human nature to kill one another for resources but at least we could try and make it less violent. Wait. War is violent no matter what. Fuck whatever.

I know not of the weapons world war three will be fought with. But world war four will be fought with sticks and stones. There was no doubt in my mind that wasn't true. This world will pretty much just fuck itself over and no one would care because they think it's not their problem. It is their problem because it will be their children or their children's children or even further down than that. No matter what it is a problem.

I can't wait to watch this world burn in the pits of hell. It's where it belongs. Then some say God will save them all or that he lets it happen because they deserve it. Well I think like this. If God is suppose to be a higher power that controls out lives wouldn't he try to save all of his 'creations'? Well apparently not. So If they think their higher power will save the world they are wrong. Because we would just fuck it up again.

If one man has an imaginary friend he is crazy. If multiple people have the same imaginary friend it's a religion. There is no proof that these higher powers exist. Sure you could say you prayed for a miracle but it wasn't given to you because you prayed. You got it by chance. And every day there is a chance you will die. You don't know it but it is there and it could happen in a flash.

I sit here wondering when we will stop killing one another over nothing. They say there are seven deadly sins. I GARUNTEE THAT EVERYONE HAS DONE AT LEAST ONE. It's unavoidable because it's just how we are. If you know someone who hasn't committed a deadly sin then they are lying. Babies don't count.

I heard the whirling the helicopter's blades. Ironic. The thing that got me in this mess is gonna get me out of it. As the helo landed I hopped on and patted his shoulder. We weren't on the ground longer than a second and we were off again. Now the long trip home was ahead and I planned on enjoying it. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the amulet and gave it a little rub. We were going home.

I didn't hear the steps but I felt the hot breath of someone next to me. "You need to say bye to the family we need to talk in private." The voice was a very sweet and melodic one. I knew it and smiled.

"Okay everyone. I have some really important business to attend to sorry." A few kids pouted but the rest just looked at me sadly. The adults rounded up their kids. "Don't worry we can finish up tomorrow." That got them cheered up. "I want to hear about you guys." Some of the girls shied away at that comment.

I stood up and walked over to the door. Before I could reach for the handle it burst open and two waiters pushing and enormous cake rush in. Well this is strange. I thought I was supposed to have my cake tomorrow. Wait there will be no tomorrow for me. Does she know? Oh, I am so fucked.

"CAKE!!!!!!" Everyone screamed. I think I got tackled by ten. No defiantly twenty of them. "Oh you can't leave now grandpa!" One said jabbing me in the side. "Yeah! Cake just got here!" Another said gripping my leg like an anchor. "Come on stay for a while!" Another said hooking my other leg just like the first. "PLEASE!!!?!!!!?" The rest yelled in unison.

"Fine."

"YAY!!" MOTHER OF GOD MY FUCKING EARS ARE BLEEDING!

I got up and walked over to the large cake. It was a large seven tiered cake. It was round and sort of offset like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. This could feed the whole castle. I probably leftovers go to everyone else. The workers really needed a break. I should really convince her to let them all get a break. Why the fuck do I keep referring to her as 'her'? Why am I talking to myself? Fuck it. A large knife sat next to the stand. It was a nicely curved blade not common for cutting something. Well I could find a few uses for it. I do enjoy a curved blade. Wait. Is this a joke.

"Wait! We got to sing 'Happy Birthday'." I fucking regret teaching them that now. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JAMES. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" Eh, not as bad as normally. "Okay, now you can cut it."

"Shut it smart ass." My son chuckled. I lifted the knife up and put a few uneven slices into the rounded cake. Luckily it had multiple tiers. The first pieces were handed out. A few tubs of ice-cream were brought in as soon as I made the first cut. Thankfully the waiters served the ice-cream. We sort of made a line. I gave them cake. Hehe, history joke. Then they walked down and got their favorite flavor of ice-cream. Well one little girl couldn't decide on chocolate or rainbow. Rainbow was my favorite. Well it is when they DON'T PUT FUCKING STRAWBERRY IN IT. I FUCKING HATE STRAWBERRY. Yeah my life is nothing but hating on a fucking berry.

After I destroyed half of the cake I set the knife down. I stepped back and admired my handy work. Yeah it was totally fucked up. Next time I don't cut a cake. I can't cook one, eat one or even cut one properly. I picked the knife back up and jiggled it in my hand. It was balanced just right. "Hmmmm..." I rotated the blade into my hand. Oh yes this is just right. A dart board sat in the back of the gathering room. A whole bookshelf of board games sat next to it and a few small tables with chairs set against the wall. Those were for chess. I was great at chess. Not as good as her but still good enough to kick almost anyone's ass.

I held the knife up and aimed for the board. It was at least forty feet away. Easy enough. I lowered the blade and sighed. What am I doing? Fuck it! I raised the blade and without thinking or even pausing long enough to aim I let it fly.

*THUD*

Dead center. Yeah I still got it in me. I wish I didn't but I can't change the past. Everyone looked at the dart board. Yeah I'm that awesome. I walked out the door without saying goodbye. I felt like shit. Once outside I looked around. No one was there so I just decided to head back to my room. Maybe a little reminiscing in my past will do me a little good. Story telling is one thing because you can alter the details but reliving it is completely different.

As I opened the door I felt something push it back closed. Weird. I pushed it open and this time it gave way. I looked behind the door. There wasn't anything to block it. The window was open though and a strong gust blew in and forced the door closed. I walked over to the window and slammed it shut. It was one of those double windows. It was expertly built. Very artistic. Scroll work lined the border of the arch window. The latch to hold them together way pure gold and held the royal insignia on it.

Turning around I looked at the bed. Four posted bed was pretty cool. The canopy was pretty gay to me so I took it off. I'm not a huge fan of red which is ironic since my job requires spilling blood. Well use to anyways. I miss traveling the world and seeing it change over time. It was nice when it was from my time to about the year 1935 then it was just war machine after war machine. Sure they are useful but it’s pretty stupid making a machine just for killing people.

I find myself just like a machine some times. Doing the same things over and over again. I guess I was built like that. Make perfect kill after perfect kill. Huh, I never thought about it. I am a killing machine. Much more sophisticated than what the European powers of WWII built but I was still a killing machine none the less. Is that all I'm good for? Taking lives that didn't need to die?

My whole life I was led to believe that humans were created equal. Over the years I learned that it was survival of the fittest. I was ahead of Darwin but I sure and the hell wasn't a writer. He published my thoughts into something that made sense. Sure I met him only a few times and the topic never came up but we still agreed upon the subject. Humans are just more tamed animals. The power hungry ones have their fifteen minutes of fame before crumbling to the ground. The true leaders find themselves wanting less. The poor want money to survive and thrive. The rich don't want the money because it ruins their happiness.

I can't find a place where I belong. The beggar belongs on the corner until someone offers him a home. The rich belong in their fancy houses until someone complains about their living conditions. The middle class belong at work until they find their one true love, even then they still have to work to live. The world is a cruel place. It's like that bully on the school ground with a magnifying glass burning the ants. Sure he looks big an’ bad now but one day he will become the bigger threat everyone hates.

I wish I knew where I really belonged instead of hiding in a dark corner waiting for my victim. Huh, yeah a dark corner. That's me in one sentence. Lived my life hiding in the shadows. I can pretty much see life as a suicide attempt. We live our lives avoiding death so we can make it safely to it. Risks in life are what makes it worthwhile. I sat down and thought about it for a while. Our lives really are just a suicide attempt. Death is unavoidable.

I picked up a guitar that sat in the corner of my room. I use to play a lot but it just got boring after a while. Now seemed like a good time though. Slowly I plucked a rhythm and then I realized what I was playing. (Here you go lazy ass)

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45.
Swimming through the ashes of another life.
No real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a 45.

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf
Left for you, no one else
There’s a piece of a the puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45.
Swimming through the ashes of another life.
No real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a 45.

Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
Nobody knows what I believe
I believe

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45.
Swimming through the ashes of another life.
No real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a 45.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45.
Swimming through the ashes of another life.
No real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Staring down the barrel of a 45, 45
Staring down the barrel of a 45

I set down the guitar and looked out the window. It looked beautiful yes but there was no real reason to enjoy i if there was no one to enjoy it with. I had my loves but we drifted apart after a while. I sighed and looked down into my lap. I barely noticed the bed dip down. Slowly I felt pressure on my back. I didn't look up. Slowly it reached up to my shoulders and then it relaxed and fell down around my neck.

"I haven't heard you play in so long." A very familiar voice whispered into my ear.

"I know..."

"Do you really wish to leave me here alone?"

"What do you mean?"

"I read the note..."

"I haven't given it to anyone yet."

"I know... I still love you..."

"I love you to, but..."

"What? There was no reason to stop loving me."

"We just drifted apart is all."

"No. You gave up."

"Yeah, that too." She tightened her grip around my neck. "Why are you even here. What did you want to talk about?"

"You of course."

"And?"

"An offer..."

"What kind of offer?"

"One you can't refuse."

"Sure I can..."

"Oh shhhsh." I chuckled. "It's not funny." She gripped me tighter and now I could feel her pulling me against her chest. "Could you play another song before we talk?"

"No."

"Please? For me?"

"Depends..."

"Getting warmer..."

"Fuck whatever..."

"Yay..." I picked the guitar back up and though about it for a second. What was a modern song back before the accident. Oh, I got a good one. (lazy way)

Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more

Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know

It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around
'Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down

I'm not running
It's a little different now
'Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down

Define your meaning of fun
To me it's when we're getting done
I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop
So get ready for another one

Let's take a trip down memory lane
The words circulate in my brain
You can treat this like another all the same
But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain

It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down

I'm not running
It's a little different now
Cause one of us is going
One of us is goin' down

This is hardly worth fighting for
But it's the little petty shit that I can't ignore
With my fist in your face
And your face on the floor

It'll be a long time coming
But you got the message now
Cause I was never going
Yeah, you're the one that's going down

One of us is goin' down
I'm not running,
it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down
One of us is goin' down, down, down

Yeah that pretty much sums up how we've been over the past six or seven years. I just got bored of our shit.

"You should do one for my sister..."

"Maybe..." Her sister had died a few hundred years ago. It was a weird relationship between the three of us. "Yeah I got one..." (lazy way)

Your words to are just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear

Oh oh
'Cause it’s always raining in my head
Oh oh
Forget all of the things I should have said

So I speak to you in riddles
'Cause my words get in my way
I smoke the whole to my head
And feel it wash away
'Cause I can't take anymore of this
I wanna come apart
I dig myself a little hole
inside your precious heart

Oh oh
'Cause it’s always raining in my head
Oh oh
Forget all of the things I should have said

I am nothing more than
A little boy inside
That cries out for attention
Yet I always try to hide
Cause I talk to you like children
Though I don’t know how I feel
But I know I’ll do the right thing
If the right thing isn’t revealed

'Cause it’s always raining in my head
Forget all of the things I should have said

I felt a wet spot along my cheek. I reached up and touched it. Yeah I'm a man and crying. There was a wet spot on my back. Yeah she was crying too. That makes everything more manlier. "I miss her..." She said raggedly.

"I do too..." I lifted her off me and put the guitar back in its corner. "I might not make it to tomorrow."

"Don't leave me please..."

"Give me one good reason."

"You love me..."

"Not good enough..."

"Damn it..." I chuckled. Being a dark and shady figure brought it's perks. I could kill puppies with a laugh. Some where there is a pile of dead puppies with a sign that reads 'WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS ASSHOLE?' Only made me laugh more, adding to the pile. She looked up to me and frowned. "Why isn't that a good enough reason? You have family here. Loved ones. What more could you want?"

"To forget... Forget the horrors that the world has forced upon me..." She looked at me for a while. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something. It closed immediately. "You can't help me. The things I've seen could even begin to start a horror movie. Nor could it end one."

"There is one thing I can do..."

"What?"

"It's a very dangerous spell..."

"And?"

"I could send you to an alternate universe with most of your memory erased..."

"How would that help?"

"Pretty much I would send you back in time to when you came here... All you would know is your name where you grew up and any events before The Sect found you."

"I could live with that..."

"Here's the thing though... In the alternate universe you wouldn't exist... You shouldn't belong but you're there..."

"So?"

"You'd have to rebuild... I can't help you do that..."

"I can live with a new life..."

"Most things that you know to be natural now will still be there... You just won't remember how you learnt them..."

"Okay enough!" She shied back a bit. Her wings flared out. She was a beautiful alicorn. "I'm sorry Luna..." The dark alicorn had a tear running down her face. She obviously didn't like the idea but it was kind of forced on her.

"It's fine... I'm gonna miss you, you know?"

"No... I won't remember..." She nodded.

"Where’s the gun?"

"Why?"

"I'll enchant it with the spell... Then when you 'die' you'll end up in the other universe..."

"It's in the drawer..." Her horn glowed with magic as she telepathically reached for the drawer and opened it. A gun floated out of the small compartment. I had kept it clean over the years. I knew it had a full magazine in it but I only needed one bullet for it's true purpose. At first it was for defense against these creatures. But I soon realized I didn't need it so I kept it clean and hidden away from prying eyes. The only really piece of equipment I needed were my gauntlets and my amulet.

My gauntlets were black inlaid with gold along the fingers. The fingers themselves didn't exist. I had cut them off and set a ring holder on each finger. On each holder a ring was set. I could remove them at will but these days it was for mere show. Each ring had a special ability. The thumbs could steal magic. The index casts a anti-magic barrier. The middle helped me hide where there wasn't darkness. The ring finger held a signet that trained me to be quieter with my footsteps. When I wasn't trying to be quiet it helped and did it for me. The pinkie was adorned with a diamond jewel that could push or pull objects at will. I never really used the gauntlet anymore. But it seems I was gonna get familiar with it again. If what she said was true then I would come in during the frantic job. Seemed suiting since that was what I was gonna talk about tomorrow.

Luna was busy enchanting the piece of metal. I just hope that this really does what she says it does. I don't care if I never wake up. I planned on this anyways. I didn't plan on her offering me a second chance to have a happier life. She was always looking out for me. I never could return the favor. It doesn't matter. She never would accept my favors anyways. Luna set the gun down on the desk and sighed.

"Done..."

"Thanks."

"I don't want to watch... I'll leave you alone..."

"I'm sorry..." I said actually meaning it for once in my life. As she exited the room I could see nothing but pure sadness. It was heavy in the air as well. I had pretty much brought this upon myself and yet I was affecting the others around me. I just wanted to forget. Just wanted the pain to stop. Just wanted a happier place. Here it was offered to me. I could leave and have a happier life with no war. No suffering. Nothing that human nature has inflicted upon me. All I had to do was pull the trigger.

I picked up the gun and set it against my head. One little movement was all it would take. One little hair pull and I could forget. Something inside me screamed and yelled to 'Do it pussy!' another part was making my hand tremble saying 'No you still have some much to live for.' I silenced the second voice and my hand stopped trembling. I had more to live for this way. I checked the desk again. The note lay there in front of me. The journal next to it with my last entry.

I hope they all don't worry too much. I'll be in a happier place. Somewhere were the darkness never comes and the light doesn't show the horrors of the past. Somewhere we all can live in peace and not have to think of the bad things that these worlds have to offer.

I will miss them all. I know they will miss me more. I can deal with it. I love you all...

-James

I pulled the trigger and felt a sharp pain but it soon faded into a dull numbness. My eyes were open and I watched in slow motion as I fell. Blood splattering everywhere as I fell into eternal sleep. I don't know how long I'll wait but my new life awaits pain free. I hit the floor with a dull *THUMP*. Blackness enveloped me as I slowly drifted away. If this is what it is like to die then I will welcome it whole heartedly next time. It felt good to be free of all my pain and suffering. To be a bird on the wind without a care.

I am free.

Author's note:

Again so sorry to take so long... I've been real busy...

Chapters won't be as long as these first two but they should be a little more frequent. Maybe I'll do some huge chapters I don't know yet.

Just keep waiting...

Also: Songs belong to their respective owners and should remain that way.

HUGS 4 U!
-Dashie