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Mass Murder ~
(Y/n) gasped awake, pulling his body onto his side to vomit. He coughed, his vision blurry as he sat up. It cleared upon seeing a guard and a Doctor. He scrambled to get out of the sheets, jumping to get a handgun from the chair next to the guard.
(Y/n) pointed the gun to the two, both raising their hands in peace. "Open the door," he said sternly. The gun now pointing at the guard.
The two adults shared a glance, making (Y/n) gulp and point the gun at the doctor. "If you don't open the door, I'll shoot her. And it seems like you are pretty close..."
The guard continued to stare at the boy. (Y/n) panicked expression dropped emotionless. Eyes cold and dead. He tilted his head, waiting for the door to open. Seeing that the man wasn't complying, the Glader pulled the trigger. The bullet piercing the woman in the chest.
Reloading the gun, (Y/n) shouted. "Open the door, I'm not fucking around!" The guard opened the door, his fingers quickly pressing codes to get the door open.
Once the door hissed, the boy moved out, side stepping with the gun pointing at the guard. Standing in the hallway, another bullet echoed through it. (Y/n)'s hand became shaky, the sound of multiple footsteps sounded from around the corner. Without thinking twice, the boy dragged the guard's body, the body being used as a barrier.
(Y/n) laid next the masked body, reloading his handgun, his heart beating against his ribcage harshly. Upon hearing radio crackles and confused talk amongst the guards that stood at the other send of the hallway. With a deep breath, the boy carefully moved his body so he could see over the body. Three guards.
Aim for the neck.
His fingers flexed over the grip, a finger gently resting over the trigger. With one eye closed and controlled breathing, the trigger was pulled. Three bullets flew cleanly threw the air. (Y/n) watched as the three guards ripped off their masks and blood spewed out of their mouths, soon dropping dead.
The boy scrambled to his feet, sliding the barrel to get the gun loaded. His head darted around the corner as his hands frantically unloaded their guns and added the ammunition to his pockets. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) moved through the compound. Cleanly and effortlessly putting bullets through chests, skulls and necks.
"Don't let him through!" A guard shouted. He was the only one standing in front of the exit, well that's what (Y/n) assumed. He cursed under his breath as his body moved to hide behind a wall.
Unknowing to him, Janson was watching him on the security cameras. His eyes wide. Some cameras were covered in his men blood. Some showed bodies scattered across the floor. Blood were staining walls, floors and windows. Janson scratched his jaw as his mind tried to process the murder this boy has done.
Hands scrambled into his pockets to find any ammo. None. (Y/n) bumped the back of his head on the wall as he crouched. "Shit," he mumbled, throwing the useless gun away. Suddenly, a loud grunt and a thud of a body got his attention.
