Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171002 times)

"You seem to be perfectly fine even though I've heard about you killing a child!"
"Oh God. Please don't go there."

"I did what I had to do. A good assassin would understand this, but obviously you don't."

"I did what I had to do. A good assassin would understand this, but obviously you don't."
"Thank God she didn't explode..." I mutter to myself.
"She's right. The poor kid was going insane."

"YOU ARE JUST LUCKY MY DAD DECIDED TO BE A CHEAP ASS AND NOT GIVE ME THE PROPER EQUIPMENT TO TAKE YOU OUT!"

I push him up against the wall. "No," I say, leaning so my lips were next his ear. "You're just really stuff at everything you do," I whisper, tossing him to the ground.

"YOU ARE JUST LUCKY MY DAD DECIDED TO BE A CHEAP ASS AND NOT GIVE ME THE PROPER EQUIPMENT TO TAKE YOU OUT!"
"The whole incident there was your damned fault! You couldn't read!"

"THAT NOTE WAS A SETUP SO I'D STAY ALIVE! IF YOU KNEW ALEXIA WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD, I MOST CERTAINLY WOULD HAVE BEEN KILLED BY YOU PEOPLE WHEN WE WERE STILL BUSY SHOVING MY HEAD IN A TOILET!"

"THAT NOTE WAS A SETUP SO I'D STAY ALIVE! IF YOU KNEW ALEXIA WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD, I MOST CERTAINLY WOULD HAVE BEEN KILLED BY YOU PEOPLE WHEN WE WERE STILL BUSY SHOVING MY HEAD IN A TOILET!"
"If she's supposed to be dead, then shoot me. Shoot me now. Not. Her. Me."


"Of all the stuff faced liars I've met in my entire life, you must be the worst. You were hired to kill me?" I ask, pulling out my Beretta and pushing it against his chest. "Then do it."

"Not her, me. She deserves to live more than I do."


I walk into the room everyone else is in and I stare at them, looking like I have so many emotions built up about to pop.

"Silence, Jacov."
"Okay."
I shut up and walk away, throwing my arms in the air.

I take the gun and look at her. "I wouldn't be gaining anything out of it. My dad is out of money from hiring all these goons to kill me, his empire is a wreck, he most likely either killed himself or got killed by the men he owes money to... Killing you would only cause grief among everyone within this vault. I'm an assassin, I kill if I gain something out of it. I'm not selfish, but I just don't see the point. That, and I'm already retired." I explain before giving the gun back to her. "You might as well just kill ME instead. I have nothing to offer you, just a new red paint job on this wall..."