Steve looked at the picture that John seemed so intrances by. Steve's smile was so wide, blood dripped out of his mouth, and he was so proud of himself.
"I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't enjoy it...I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it..."
John's head snapped up at Steve quiet voice before looking at the photo again. The head Steve was holding was the Ceo of Weapons Inc. He always wore a clean-cut black suit and slicked his hair back with way too much jel. The man was known for his manipulative tactics. He disappeared days later after telling the public that he had dirt on the Sheeps cult. His factory and house were burned to the ground hours later.
"A traitor."
"What?"
John said, letting his mind leave the cause for the time being.
"He would have told the public everything...we couldn't have that."
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It was a cold night, rain washed over the pavement with rage, and reckless abandoned. Beating down on anyone who dared not to have an umbrella.
Outside a mansion stood a black figure, a sheep mask covering the man's face. The red diamonds shined with the help of the lights from inside.
The cloaked figure emerged up the steps with the tapping of their shoes. When finally reaching the top, they were stopped by bodyguards.
"We need to see some ID."
The cloaked figure extended his hand, with a small snap, two bullets found a home inside the men's heads.
Stepping forward, the cloaked figure invaded the mansion, looking around before heading up a flight of stairs. The nails of the figure ran against the stairs railing.
Taking a final step upstairs, the figure spun around quickly, digging metal nails into the glass stairs, causing them to share cracks with their neighbors.
The glass stairs crashed to the floor like thunder. The figure continued to walk through a long hallway that led to a gold door with blue anger crashing waves.
Pushing the door open, the figures mask was met with a gun. Freezing both in place.
"Now [redacted]... you know the consequences of telling the public. Come quietly."
"Over my dead body."
"...exactly~"
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The police say that there was no sign of struggle. The cameras were cut, there was no forced entry, and the room was the only thing intact. No blood, no footage, and any witnesses killed on the spot. They couldn't hold a case.
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Assassin's Instinct (Tankman x Steve)
FanfictionSteve is the youngest recruit in the military. He has sharp shooting skills, and he never gives in. No matter the situation. He keeps to himself and doesn't sleep working on tanks and likes the look of chaos. Something is after him, but he fights b...
