Splatoon Ultra-Kill

the preparation

Two days later, the boat returns to Chromapolis port. I go back to my apartment. I turn on my cell phone and instinctively go to the Messages app. But who to write to? You can't text the dead, their phones must be destroyed or buried five hundred feet underground. I scroll down the contact list and come across Sheldon. Yes, Sheldon! I jump out of bed, filled with tears. I grab a coffee downstairs, then I head to Sheldon's place.

He greets me, we know each other well, more than the other customers. I'm his favorite, he gives me discounts, and I bring him free food that I prepare well.

- Hey Vio, are you coming alone or where are your friends?
- Have you read the newspaper?
He looks at me.
- Yes, I saw the tragedy of the unknown boat where three Inklings died because of the Salmonoids.
- Well, I'm the survivor.
He looks at me and almost faints.
- My condolences, Vio, for your friends and yourself.
He worded it poorly, but you could say that a part of me died inside too.

He looks at me and asks:
- So, what do you need for the pro matches?
I look at him and say:
- A rifle for hunting.
He doesn't understand and says to me:
- Hunting Cephalon is good therapy! Here, I suggest the KM13, a small light rifle with plenty of bullets.
I take it and test it. Loading and handling are good. I leave the money and take it.
- Happy hunting, he says.
- Thanks, goodbye, I tell him.

But yes, hunting! Without thinking, I run to a hunting store that organizes hunting sessions. I rush there, I take a session, and an hour later, I find myself in the forest with four other people. I take the KM13 and shoot the first animal.
- Wow, Vio, good shot! Another guy my age tells me. His name is Beanie, he's cool and nice. We hunt animals together for a while. We put them in the basket, and we'll cook them after the hunt.

I even try shooting with my eyes closed and kill one.
- Ha ha, you're really good.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm the best, I tell him.

The session ends, and I look at my gun. I whisper quietly:
- The bullet size would be perfect for taking out the guards.

The group has already left, and Beanie is next to me. I turn around and see him horrified.
- You... you want to kill people?!
- No, no, it's just a misunderstanding, Beanie, don't worry.

But I see him calling the police. Without thinking, I take the KM13 and shoot him in the neck. He spits blood and falls to the ground.
- Why? he says before leaving this world.

I reply in front of his dead body:
- Because I have plans...

My session ends, and they ask where Beanie is. I reply:
- He wanted to stay in the forest, so I left him.

They show understanding, and I leave. Once in my apartment, I clean my gun from the blood stains. Beanie could've called me less with his blood though!

I turn on the TV and see the news.
- A young Inkling man shot dead in the forest.

They show his body in tears. What a joy that guy is dead!

The next day, I take my rifle and go to my target's building. Gun in my pocket.
- I probably won't come out of this building alive...
- XYZ, Mina, Zia... this is for you.
- WATCH ME FROM UP THERE!
--author's note--
Here I am again.
I love the chapter I made and you?
Was it as good as the last one?
I wanted to show that the hero is becoming a bit crazy and trivializing death.
Anyway, thanks again
Take care of yourselves
Shone