33: Is this a dream?

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Bret felt blood trickle down his head. He winced as blood poured from him. As he looked around for anything to hold him up, he saw someone walk down the stairs.

This, someone, seemed to give Bret a piece of their mind, "For a young soldier, you didn't stand a chance. Who am I kidding? You're a pain in the ass either way."

Bret opened his eyes, squinting for a glimpse of who his intruder could be, 'Who does this guy think he is?', He realized his vision was screwed up from the hit. So he got unlucky on the identification, but the voice was barely recognizable. From Bret's perspective, he was tall and very skinny, with a round head.

"You seem to become the most vulnerable member of that squad you were with." The voice retorted, "You were a killer, now you're a nobody with a love problem."

Bret stayed silent holding his head, "Who even are you?"

"Why does that matter?" The voice banged his hand on the table, "That doesn't matter. What matters is your going to die soon."

Bret widened his eyes, "I'll die with a cross by my side." He tried to feel his head again.

"No need to move, this will be it. Amigo." The voice smirked

Bret moved with every bit of force, "Tracker! I knew it!"

"Now you realize the voice? Who I am?" Tracker smacked Bret.

Bret rolled his eyes, not feeling the smack of a hand. He sat up and proceeded to flip Tracker off, "American insult to a Mexican dumbass. Classic Irony." Bret chuckled.

Tracker took a crowbar and slammed it into Bret's chest. Bret didn't flinch or even think about flinching, "Missed me." Tracker was now angry, "Shut up or I'll remove your teeth."

"You don't scare me," Bret smirked. Tracker took a can of pepper spray and used it on Bret, Bret screamed in tremendous pain. "That's not fun is it?"

Bret couldn't stop screaming realizing he couldn't escape Tracker's grasp, "End it all. I dare you."

"Gladly." Tracker smiled his eyes glowing red. Bret pulled a gun on Tracker, "Don't get closer."

"Ignoring that command." Tracker smirked and slammed a sledgehammer into Bret's head.

Sorry to keep it short, I feel like I owe you guys a little chapter. Anyway take care, and I'll see you guys at the next due date.

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