Prologue

White light glowed off of a grocery store’s sign known as Ollies. It was flickering slightly with the sound of a sizzling electric hum, accompanied by the squeaky wheels of a red rusty grocery cart. A miserable old man was pushing it. He looked as if he was in his late sixties, with his large, wrinkled head, with short gray hair. The heat off of the sun was really bothering him, for he was wearing his unlucky black pants. It had so many damn holes, even a crazy-nutty high school math teacher couldn’t count how many there were.

When he approached a dirty rotten black car, he huffed in annoyance. His hands went quickly into his pants pockets, but he couldn’t find them, his Keys. His Patience was wearing thin. His fingers felt nothing. He became so angry that it seemed as if his skin was turning pure red.

Not so far away, the old man didn’t know that someone was watching him. Someone dark and sinister. He was onto of the store’s roof. A mysterious shadowed man was observing the entire scene with the scope of his sniper rifle. He wasn’t sweating due to his air-conditioning built within his black armor. It was as shiny as Pottsville’s own Coal. It also protecting the majority of his body.

His soft leather coat was flowing in the wind, rubbing against the armor, as his eyes were getting tired of keeping his black helmet on. The bright blue eyes underneath the darkened helmet were as focused as ever with his scope’s target finally locking on the old man’s neck. He was laying down in an Over-Watch Military Position.

The shadowed man was getting ready to shoot his gun as his figures slowly but surely was turned off the safety, as…

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

The annoying sound of a phone’s ringtone went off. The Shadowed Man quickly withdrew his gun and himself down, against the enclosed area of the cement roof top. The old man looked around the parking lot without little movement, questioning if he even heard a sound. But all he saw were different vehicles from all eras, all parked, and no one in site. He then brushed it off as nothing and contained loading up his groceries.

The Shadowed Man then answered his phone quickly, but quietly. “What? What is it?!” he grumbled.

“Where are you? I said get here ASAP!” spoke a rather booming voice from the other line.

“Yeah well…” He muttered, while still observing the old man, to who was still putting away his groceries rather slowly. “It's taking a bit longer than expected.” said The Shadowed Man.

The Voice from the other line of his phone spoke once more, “How much longer then? Because there's another target I need you to-”

“Oooo and what's that?” questioned the shadowed man. “Three people, all traitors.” The Voice on the Phone said very demandingly, “They have valuable information which means-”

“They must be terminated.” The Shadowed Man proclaimed. “Yes, do what must be done Boy. I’ll give you the coordinates.” Professed the Voice on the phone. “You’re the boss man. “The Shadowed Man remarked, as he hung up his phone to then see the old man walking back his cart to the front of the store.

The Shadowed Man then stood up, from his position as he puts his long rifle on his back to then unlock his two CZ-75 SP-01 pistols from his holsters. He then grabbed his dark, very light weight bag to take out many bullets and start loading up the pistols. Each one becomes locked and loaded, as the Shadowed Man puts them back in each respected holster. He then started moving in a peculiar way, in a way of dancing so happily to his new victim’s eventual demise.

He then jumped off the roof to land on the hard cement-like parking lot, right before the old man and his rusty cart. He landed in a bowing position, with his legs split, as if he was kneeling. The Old Man was confused. “Who the?”

“SMILE!!!” Shouted the Shadowed Man, quickly withdrawing his gun, shooting the Old Man right in the heart, as he raises his head from bowing. He then walked past the corpse, he knew he could have killed him from the rooftop, but he thought what the fun of that would be.

“AKA AKA! AKA AKA!” Weird calling then emerged, as if they were tribe of old Indians. But they were none other than Ninja-like Assassins. Three were running straight for him, he then turned left to then see three more running for him, and then to his right another three. All of them bore a blade, a shimmering katana.

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“Oh, Sweet Jesus!” Screamed the Shadowed Man, as he grabs out his left pistol, still holding his right one, just taking his time. “His Men.” He murmured. The Assassins keep running with their swords, ready to strike and kill the Shadowed Man.

He then holds his two pistols up at both sides, whiling staring down at the center assassins running. As their blades drew closer, he then sponged around super-fast, holding his two pistols shooting like wild. Bullets were flying everywhere, from one assassin mask to another. Blood was flying with the bullets as well.

The Shadowed Man then stopped and put his two pistols back in both holsters at once. “Ha ha.” he chuckled, while Smiling underneath the Helmet. He then walked up to six of the Ninja Assassins all dead, not moving on the right side. “Works every time…” He remarked. He then notices a glimmer from one sword that was on the ground. It was different compared to the rest of them. “Oooo, I’ll be taking this thank you very much.” The Shadowed Man spoke, still in a laughable mood.

Just as he picked up the sword and turned his back to his left, a Ninja Assassin strikes his side of the helmet. But nothing broke. He then looked at the Assassin, as the Assassin was slowly walking backwards. The Shadowed Man sighs in annoyance, “You Samaritans really don’t know when to quit don’t you?” he asks as he stabs the Samaritan right in the chest. The Samaritan then precedes to fall over and bleed out, as his eyes are wide open, staring at the bright blue sky.

The Shadowed Man then looks over the body and notices the strength and peculiarity of this sword, just not as strong as the one he just found before. He then grabs the sword and says, “Thanks for another one.”

The sound of Police Sirens was then heard from afar. The Shadowed Man then ran off with both Unique Katana Swords in their own holders that Samaritans had on them. He ran towards a Crimson Red 1967 Ford Mustang, as he quickly opened his right back door and shoved in the swords, along with his rifle. He then quickly went upfront and grabbed his keys from his leather coat pocket and escaped in his car from the parking lot to the busy highway.

The Shadowed Man then looked at the computer screen within the middle of his car, it had on the address for his next targets.

214 Delafield Road, Pottsville PA

He was so excited, as he continued thinking about what he might add to his own precious collection. A Collection in which keeps on building after every single victim of his is slaughtered.

As blue turned to black, the sky drifted off into darkness as it was night. The Crimson Mustang past a mountain, where Wolves were howling to the Moon. The Mustang then approached a stop, behind a few bushes. The Shadowed Man then grabbed and reloaded only his right pistol, thinking of giving the other one a rest. He then went outside of the car and started sneaking with the use of the tall skinny forrest behind and around the house. A cool breeze from the wind was felt through the Shadowed Man’s own armor, it was a rare occurrence. But the feeling was interrupted with the smell of Pumpkin Pie from a Kitchen Window. He saw the window completely open.

Inside the House, a Man in his thirties went by the the window and stopped and turned towards the Living Room. “Honey? Why did you leave the window open?” asked the man. “Oh, darling I wanted it to get a little colder,” Spoke his wife. “Why?” “Because I don’t want any stink bugs getting in our pieces of pie, Linda.” Explained Linda’s Husband. “Oooh Good Point honey, be my prince and move it please?” Asked Linda. “Sure thing.” said her husband. As he was grabbing it, the Shadowed Man’s hand covered his mouth as he crawled through the window. The Shadowed Man then noticed the kitchen broom was right by the counter and grabbed it, still holding to Linda’s Husband’s Mouth and put it right up to his weak frail neck. It killed him within seconds of giving up. The Shadowed Man made sure that the body dropped, making as little noise as possible.

He then ran pass the living room entrance from the kitchen, with Linda noticing someone was running by. “Darling, how was that Pie?” She starred into the dark hallway. No response was met. She knew something was off, so she then got off her chair and then preceded to walk into the hallway. The lights flickered on as she heard some breathing from the end of the hallway. She then continued walking down the hallway slowly, very worried for her husband. She was worried that he was sick, or maybe something even worst. She then saw the light was on in the bathroom and peaked threw the door crack, “Honey, is everything okay?” While right behind her, the Shadowed Man shoots her right in the neck with his gun. She fell down within seconds, creating a loud racked noise.

“Two Down, one to go.” he said to himself. He then noticed no one in any of the very clean and well-organized rooms of the house, he then went over to the living room. He quickly noticed that there were stairs to what seemed to be another bedroom. The lights were on for the stairway and the bedroom. “A Roommate!” he said to himself, with excitement, as he carries his gun, holding it with both hands, walking slowly upstairs. He creaked, slower and slower. Till then he pushed the crack in the bedroom door wide open. His hands still on the gun, till then he was in shock.

It was a four-year-old boy. Playing with his toys, surrounded by stuffed animals, his favorite of which was a raccoon. He stopped playing with his toy train and was staring at the Shadowed Man’s mask. The Shadowed Man didn’t know what to do. He was frozen. His heart started beating as fast as ever, he never experienced it ever before. He still had the gun up, he then aimed it at the boy, with the boy looking reactionless. The Shadowed Man’s Arm was shaking, as his gun was shaking too because of it. He stood there, trying his hardest, but even underneath that mask, even after all of his kills, he couldn’t do this. His heart wouldn’t allow it.

He then put his arm with the gun down at his side and ran. The doors were pushed through by him as he ran away, back to his Crimson Mustang, as he hears the four-year-old screaming at finding his dear mother and father both dead on the floors of their house. He then drove off in the car, with his heart still beating as fast as ever, as the car zooms through into pure and utter darkness.