The Hunter's Wrath

Chapter 6

"Knew it all along" Louis lied trying his best to look cool in front of the Mafia. "Of course you did" she said and rolled her eyes.

"Get him a pistol" she said to a lady who had dyed her hair in about seven different colours.

"I doubt he'd be able to pull the trigger" a man covered in tattoos said causing everyone to laugh.

"I guess he'll have to prove you wrong tonight " Lucy said with a grin. The lady passed a pistol to Lucy who in turn gave it to Louis.

She got up from his lap and stretched. "We'll be leaving now, but we'll be back tonight for his test" she said walking towards the stairs.

Louis got up holding the gun with shaky hands and followed Lucy up the stairs.
I'm gonna pass out, he thought to himself.

"Watch out for the dog" she said as she pushed open the trap door and stepped out. "Yeah okay" he said completely lost in thought as he got out.

The dog's constant barking wasn't enough to snap him out of his trans as he walked towards the parking lot.

I'm holding a real gun!! He said to himself. Like a gun that fires actual bullets! He continued.

"Hey Lucy, what's this test all about" he said getting into the back seat. "You're going out on a raid with the rest" she replied starting the car. Oh wow!

"Okay then, can you drop me off at my grandpa's place?" he requested. "Okay....but I'll pick you up by 7pm" She told him and turned on the radio.

Her favourite song began to play and she joyfully whistled to the tune of the 'in the stars'. She drove the car almost dancing in her seat as she approached grandpa's house.

"Thanks " Louis said before closing the door and walking towards the house. Lucy turned the car around and sped off towards the house.

After a few minutes of knocking on the door grandpa finally opened up with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

"Louis!" He said pulling him in for a hug. Louis gladly accepted the hug and drew in a breath as he pulled away.

The two went into the living room where Louis threw himself into a chair and sighed.

"What's the problem" grandpa said before pouring himself a glass of the toxic liquid.

"I found the hunters" Louis said staring into blank space. "How's that a problem?" Grandpa asked after taking a sip of the alcohol.

"We're going on a raid tonight and I don't want to kill anyone" Louis told him still staring.

Grandpa chuckled at his statement and dropped the glass cup. "Follow me" he said getting off the chair and walking towards the stairs.

Louis wearily got up and followed him to the stairs. Grandpa took out a small silver key from his pocket and began to search the floor for something.

Eventually he found whatever he was looking for and stuck the key into a tiny key hole on the floor just before the stairs.

"You know back in my days they called me the masked assassin, but I only killed one person through out my life time" grandpa said lifting the tile which turned out to be a trap door open.

The stairs led down into a basement that looked dark and dusty. "Then why did they call you an assassin?" Louis questioned following grandpa into the basement.

Grandpa chuckled and walked down faster. Immediately he got down he searched the walls for a light switch and turned the lights on immediately he found it.

The basement was pretty dirty and old. There was a desk with a bunch of papers on it. On the wall there was a board with pictures of random people.

"Where is this place?" Louis questioned looking around. "This is where my Mafia used to meet up before...the incident " Grandpa explained.

Grandpa walked over to the board and took it off the wall revealing a huge safe.
He unlocked the safe and pushed open the giant door.

Louis watched him from a safe distance still trying to comprehend everything that happened today.

Grandpa pulled out a dusty metal mask that was fox themed. Two fox like ears pointing out at the top, whiskers made out of thin steel popped out from the side, a fox like nose and fox like mouth at the bottom with a bright orange paint to complement the theme.

Grandpa dropped the mask on the table and pulled out something even more shocking from the safe. It was like a gun but with about 70 tiny holes instead of one huge hole for the bullet.

It was painted silver and had a fox emblem engraved unto the sides." There we go" grandpa said dropping it on the desk