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You Are Hoody.
Wow Hoody is here.
Wow Hoody is there.
Wow.
Wow things gonna get funky.
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A loud THUD from the white-haired man getting thrown against the building. Then, the person who ruined my good mood turned to me, trying to intimidate me. That was a failed attempt on his part.
"You again. Here I thought you ran away with your winnings." He cracks his knuckles, getting himself ready in a stance, "Fuck off already. This is my business."
No, this fucker is getting it.
I aimed both my guns at him, akimbo judges with all-powerful AP slugs. Expensive ammunition but so worth it, "In your gay-ass dreams, fuckwad."
The jackass-
"POLICE! HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!"
Shit.
I look around to see a battalion of police cars armed with pistols. Each police car hoards two cops. Times that by, like...fuck math is a bitch. Summery, it's a lot of cops. They usually don't pose much of a threat, but I'm needed elsewhere, and this jackass-
"HEY! STOP!" One of the cops, likely the commander of this squad, shouted at the jackass who was carrying the white-haired man and leaving!?
"SHIT!" I put one of my judges away and threw out a smoke bomb, creating an area of smoke.
The commander ordered the shooting, and all of them fired both at me and the jackass, whose is getting away every second! I jumped right and left forward backwards, dodging every bullet fired by these fools that the city puts their trust in; these policemen suck. To get myself some breathing room, I hit a slug at one of the police cars. Lucky me, it pierced and shot a vital part of the car, blowing it up in a dashing explosion of orange and screams cut short. The shooting stops, yet my smokescreen is still up; using that, I escape to run after the jackass that was and is ruining my night.
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Earlier.
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Solo runs.
"Money...money money money~~, gonna buy so many guns~"
Singing my money song, with a lovely tune from whistling, everything was going so well.
I took out a few guards with my trusty baton. They didn't stand a chance in hell, and I robbed this hotel clean of its goods.
"Who knew a Love Hotel would horde gems?" It will sell well on the market. Or I'll give it to...
"Oi, what're you doing here?"
Probably a guard.
There is a shiny lamp on a desk near me, and with that, I eye the reflection and see a cosplayer...? An edgy-looking man with a cape and possibly the edgiest hat adds more to the edgy look. He looks slightly worried.
I almost gagged at the silly look this man had on.
"Nothing." I didn't face him and started walking, "I was on my way out. I had a fun time here, so..."
The reflection came right at me.
"SIKE!" I-
SMASH!
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Blood Trials: The Hunt Of Siblings Begin
FanfictionBased on The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley. I do not own this book anymore nor any of it's OCs. | | | A Hunter must hunt, prey has to be killed, and souls must be taken. That's what the demon has said. He was not going to decline that task, his new gif...
