FNIA Real World Problem

Chapter 6: Had Enough

Meanwhile at another location a figure picked up his phone. "What is it now, Sheela..." The figure demanded what Sheela wanted. "Right... I'll get to it then. The pay will be 30 alright" He put the phone down. "Yet another poor soul... too bad shouldn't have sold the copy" The figure said as he prepared pistol and made his way to the person who sold the latest copy. It was Drake's friend Michael.

A while later, Michael got home. " Hopefully he knows..." Michael said. Michael a gun load behind because he heard the click. "Shoot... I'm found out" Michael said as he turned to see the Assassin. "Have a seat Mr. Varco." The man said as he aimed the Desert Eagle towards Michael. Michael sat at the couch. "You sold the copy, didn't you?" The man asked as he finished preparing the gun to shoot. "Yes, I did." Michael replied. "Very well" The man said as he shot Michael in the knees with a suppressed gun. Michael screamed in pain. "The name is Wither. It is last name you will ever hear Michael Varco." Wither said as he pulled back out the D. Eagle and shot Michael in the head. Wither left the area. No tracks. He put a D. Eagle next to Michaels dead body before leaving. 

It was the next day. The animatronics were watching TV. Drake had just woken up and came downstairs. He cooked some shrimp and put them in a bowl. Drake sat at a chair in the living room as he ate. The news came on all of a sudden. Drake looked back.

"Breaking News: A man by the name of Michael Varco has passed. Our investigators think it was a Suicide. Michael Varco's prints were on the Desert Eagle next to his dead body." Drake got up and switched the TV to a different channel as he sat back at the chair. The bowl wasn't touched then when he turned off the news. Drake faced the wall. Everyone was silent.

"Is everything ok?" Mangle asked. Drake didn't answer. His face was blank as the world around him was slowly began to crumble. "I have lost too much... If he wants to play that game. so be it." Drake said as he went down into the basement of his home. It was dark down there. Puppet and Mangle went down to the basement and watched Drake carefully. Drake turned on the light only to reveal. a couch, a bed, a box of toys, and two things on the wall. it was a gun and a dagger. "He crossed that line, Agatha... I'll make him pay..." Drake said as he looked at the gun and the dagger. Agatha was a great friend to Drake. She was a close friend. When Drake was 20 years old. Agatha was shot 5 times by Wither. Agatha suffered of blood loss as Wither spoke to her.

Wither was looking for someone important. Before Agatha's body was found by the Military. It was too late. She had lost enough blood, she passed. Drake is forever and bound to hunt down Wither. Every time a shooting and less than 6 shots were fired. Drake would report to the Problem. Everybody Wither killed have symbols. The symbols represented Justice, Courage, Honor, And Death.

Justice represented the victim worked with authorities. Courage Represented the victim was brave enough to face fear. Honor represented the victim fought with Honor and Pride. And Death represented the victims time before dying. Drake knew of these symbols and wither himself.

Drake grabbed the gun and placed it in his pocket and grabbed 10 magazines for the gun from the box below. He grabbed the dagger and put it with his gun. "What's going on?" Mangle asked. "Answers r going to have to wait Mangle" Drake said as he went back upstairs and out of the house. "Stay inside. and don't let anyone in at all. when i get back I'll tell you everything along with who I am." Drake said. He closed the door and walked away from home, in search of Wither.

(This story now has taken a turn of events hasn't it bet u didn't expect this)