Heartworm

[Chapter 1] Epilogue

Heartworm

n. a relationship or friendship that you can't get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.

Late in the evening, the moon resting behind gray clouds. It was a relatively cold night, people staying indoors and warm. Lights from windows shining out and onto the streets.

A small dinner was open, some "highly important" individuals seated inside at one of the booths. They are some old, plump white men with gray hair and cigars. As expected.

"...And then I left in my private jet!" The male sat in the center of the booth called out with a hearty laugh as the others around the table laughed long with him. The other people in the dinner were annoyed and put off by the men yet they could do nothing about them.

A waitress walks by, a little booklet and pen in her hand. One of the men on the table takes his hand off the table and taps the waitresses behind, startling her. The guy chuckles as the girl runs off in a frantic. The men continue to converse about rich people things.

The same man who harassed the worker notices something out the corner of his eye, something f/c that glowed slightly from on top of one of the opposite buildings. He turns his head to get a better look at what the light was before it had disappeared.

Before he could even catch a look as to what it was, a bullet found its resting place between his eyeballs. He was out. His body slumped before hitting the floor, head first. The rest of the people in the dinner began to panic, civilians began running out or hiding under their tables. The other older men on the table panicked, grabbing their own pistols from their pockets when another one of them went down.

Not long after all other four men were out and only the middle man remained. The dinner was now empty and evacuated. Footsteps made their way through the door and to the booth, the only man left was in fear of this approaching individual.

Their face was covered by a mask over their mouth and nose. Around the mouth, the area is a row of metal fangs. The teeth glow f/c and the lining around the teeth glows with s/f/c.

They had on a black crop top hoody that hung over their chest and ended at their ribs with a black turtleneck underneath that covered their stomach but curved around her hips and left them out. They had on a pair of torn and ripped up black shots with black fishnets underneath. Around their waist is a black and silver belt with a silver chain coming off the left side and connecting at the back. On both, their thighs are a black harness with a bag on their sides of them. Their boots were black leather knee-highs, there are two bags on the outer-sides of the boots, the laces are a lighter black. A strap goes around the ankle with a silver buckle. The base of the boots is slightly larger than normal, acting as a platform.

Her hands plated in sections with responsive silver metal. Its sections so that she can move skillfully and quickly. Her legs the same, plating separate for maneuverability yet stays solid to not pose as a weakness.

Resting in her hand is a fully black sniper rifle. Her turtleneck covered all her neck and covered her mouth and nose.

"what-what do you want with me" the man stuttered out.

They leaned over the table and grabbed the man's mink fur coat from off his shoulders before swinging it around her own.

"Well, someone would pay a lot for your head, and I'm gonna get that money," She said as she quickly points the rifle at his head. Before the guy could get a word out a bullet was shot right between his eyeballs.