June 06, 2016, Illinois, Chicago, 18:05 Hours.
(Damian's POV)
The sound of rain and thunder echoes around the inside of our little place we call home.
I sit there with a comic book in hand and find myself staring at the cover. It was a '2005' marked one in near pristine condition.
I slowly look away from it and look towards a neatly made bed with the rest of the stack of them next to it.
The dimly lit interior lights up for a moment as thunder cracks outside and causes me to jump slightly and brings me to reality.
I sigh as I stand up and walk over towards my bed across from the one with the comic's but stop as I hear a door open behind me.
I look back to see Traper entering completely soaked.
Traper: "Jesus...It's pouring out there like you would not believe." He shuts the door and shakes off his jacket, "Where's Zamka?" He asks.
"Don't know. Did you check the depot?" I reply.
Traper: "Do you really think I would walk all that way there?" He says in a rude manner.
I ignore him not wanting to deal with him at the moment and make my way over to my bed and sit down at the edge of it.
Traper walks over and takes off his jacket, setting it on a crate nearby and notices me looking at the bed across from me.
He sighs dramatically.
Traper: "Come on man, get over it." He says.
I look at him, angered by what he had just said.
"Shut up, show some respect." I say bluntly.
He leans against the box.
Traper: "So instead of going after the ones that did this, you chose to sit down and give up because one of us made the ultimate sacrifice? Move on!" He shouts, causing me to stand up.
I point at him in anger.
"Enough! I don't need to hear this, Divlje was a good man and a good fighter, and I would have gone to hell and back with him!" I yell at him, "You have been an asshole for the last year ever since you came back up north."
He crosses his arms.
Traper: "Christ man, I think it's a joke that Az trusts you so much. To think that a bitchy lead such as yourself has had some much luck to not die." He insults me, "You had one victory that set YOU in stone as the 'Warrior', yet I have been busting my ass daily to get no recognition." He throws his arms up at me, "Yet, here is the great Partizan legend sulking about a single death."
"I have done so much for these people, and you have just been fucking off for months now outside of the city. The last thing I need to hear from you is getting recognition." I state getting closer to him, "and lastly, Fuck..you" I say pointing my finger at him.
His right arm drops to his holster.
Traper: "Tell me what happens if you disappear." He says as he slowly opens his holster up.
I quickly drop my hand to grab my pistol but look up and see that Traper has already pulled his and aims at my feet.
I frown and place my hand on my pistol.
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End Of An Era
AvventuraThe world as we know it is at war, and with two very different species fighting for their goals to solve an issue that has been seen time and time again. Humanity is at war with Anthro's and even at war with itself. With a mix of organized militari...
