Kancer Kills

Chapter 6

Mark stands in front of the golden tower as fireworks of all colors and sizes blew up behind it. Every single light was on, illuminating the huge amount of people. They were dancing and laughing. The men were doing cocaine off the chests of expensive whores. The women that were not with those mongols were dancing and drinking. Everything seemed like a college frat party. Outside thousands of fancy cars and limousines were in the parking lots.

Mark walks up to the front doors of the building and two young businessmen with women standing at their sides block the entrance. The women stare at Mark and go silent as the laughter and giggles from the men turn into glares at Mark.

"Where are the guards?" Mark asks as he puts his hands to the side of his body. The men look at one another confused.

"Now listen here you homeless psycho. We don't have time or money to waste on you. And if you knew any better you would leave right now." The man on the left says this with a cocky new jersey accent. He licks his lips and turns back to his friend.

" I ask where the guards are because two men wearing business suits are tearing themselves apart in the alley. I just thought it was one of your guys."

"Does one of the two men have blond hair and kinda has muscle on his bones? Because if so then Jerome needs to be getting back here to guard this place with us." The man asks with an eyebrow raise.

"I don't really recall. But I think the man that your describing was getting his butt kicked." Mark's tone turned into frustration as he began to get impatient. The man looks at the other man and flicks his head up at the other man as if to signal him to follow him. The women follow the men and Mark is left there standing in front of the doors. He decides to follow right behind the two men, pushing aside the women. They turned around the next corner and one of the men turned towards Mark.

"Where the hell were you talking about you old creepster!?" The man was big and stocky and spoke with a similar accent as the other man. Mark takes out his gun and within seconds the other two men whipped out pistols and let off their clips into Mark's chest. Mark layed on the ground barely breathing. The two men walked over Mark's body looking at one another before shaking their heads in disappointment. The women stared in shock and horror.

As the women turned their backs Mark silently stumbled up and aimed his gun at the back of the big man's head. He aims his gun with his right hand and with his left hand he takes out three throwing knives. As he throws the knives he fires the gun,..

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Cancer can ruin a family, death of a family member will ruin a person, and a person can ruin an entire empire. This is the story of Mark's new life. He went night after night throwing knives, firing a pistol that he bought from a shady character from the deepest darkest corners of this god forsaken city.

He sat down at a white bench with white earmuffs on as he stared down at the paper targets that the morning staff setted up. He looked down the iron sights of his pistol and thoughts of anger rushed through his mind. He stood up and rushed over to the stand and let off three bullets into the bullseye of the target. He puts the gun down on the bar of the stall and takes a deep breath. He violently courts and begins to fall back. In mid fall a big, tall, dark gentleman with bustling muscles and a big bushy afro swept in and stopped Mark from falling down.

"You okay sir?" The man asked with concern in his brown eyes. Mark stood up and looked at the man.

"I'm just fine. Did you come out here to shoot guns?" Mark asked, trying to change the topic before it went into the direction of his own blood on his hands.

"Well I came down here to train my aim before I went and became a police officer." The man held up a giant smile showing off his pure whites.

"So may I ask you a question revolving around the reason why you want to go into such a profession?" Mark asked with his eyes showing interest in the subject but in his mind he is worried that he can already smell Mark's future intentions.

"Oh you must be a scientist or something! You sound really smart in how you ask such a simple question. Sure I will tell you why I want to become a police officer." The man was excited as he grabbed Mark's shoulder with his left hand and with his right hand he pointed at the rest of the people at the gun range. "Because the statistics prove that one out of these people will commit a crime. And I want to be the man to stop those crimes." He releases Mark from his gorilla grip and leans against the stall. "Besides, there's a case that was closed for no reason. And I want to get to the bottom of it." The man's face went serious as he stared at the cement floor.

"Well I hope it all goes well. Are you a good shot?" The man lifts his head and with his thumb he motions to Mark's target.

"Not as much as you are my friend." The man smiled big before letting out a big cheerful laugh. Mark's target was completely missing it's head and the middle where the bullseye was, was now just a hole. Mark and the man share the laughter.

"What is your name by the way?" Mark asked.

"You can call me Stone. Or if you like to call me anything, Impenetrable would work just fine." Stone laughed again along with Mark.

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The knife flew through the air and into the back of the man on the left as the bullet drove into the skull of the man on the right. The man on the left stumbles forwards before turning around and shouting at the sight of the corpse that used to be his partner.

"You insane fuck!" The man shouts before firing his gun at Mark. Mark stands still and aums his gun. As the man's bullets fired into Mark's chest he fired the gun. Fortunately for Mark his bullet proof vest only let one bullet through while his one bullet went bursting out of the back of the other man's skull. Mark placed his hand over this wound and started to wheeze as he breathed. He looks at his hand and sees his blood. The woman looks at him and in pure terror they say nothing with their mouths opened wide.

He walks past them both and goes directly in front of the huge building. There he sees a big hunky white dude with a gun by his side.

"Hey!" The hulky man turns to see Mark and his eyes widen before half of his brains were scattered across the front door. Mark walks over to the man and takes his id card. "Thanks,.. Jerome?" Mark says after analyzing the id card. He runs the id through the scanner on the front door and walks into the building. The crowd of people are dancing and shouting as loud pop music plays over them. Mark spread his arms apart as two springs launch two guns into the palms of his hands. The barrel was no less than a single centimeters long and the bullet tips of the gun glowed green. He aimed both guns out into the crowd and fires them. Boom! The bullet whistles past by a few people's heads before connecting with a woman and man that were by the snack table. The bullets exploded and the bodies lit into a bundle of flames and green smoke. Mark runs out of the building and sees a car nearby. He breaks the window and jumps into the vehicle. He takes the spare keys out of the front sun visor. He started the car and as people began to rub out of the building he slammed his foot on the gas and crashed into the front door, blocking the entrance. He leaves out of the back passenger door and begins to stumble away. He looked over his shoulder to see the massacre that he planned out. The green smoke was rising up the building as people screamed and pushed over each other as they tried to run up the floors of the building. But sadly a few couldn't outrun the flames and began to slam their bodies against the windows. Their flesh was melting off of their bodies and those who were on the top of the building were slamming everything they could, including the corpse of the trample to break the glass so they could jump swiftly to their death. But unfortunately for them the glass didn't even leave a scratch to be seen.

Mark turned around and began to run away from the building. He looked at the guns in his palms and let off a few more rounds into the surrounding cars. Watching them explode and green fumes take up into the sky. "Sons of bitches deserved to die." With his own blood he takes his fingers and spells out,.. Kancer.