In some motel where only the less fortunate know...
A man's steps are silenced by his feet only covered by his socks. He walks down the hallway, nothing more than his face bathed in darkness and his mind clouded with all correct thoughts, he walks, there are no blinks, there are no grimaces, just a tool...the right tool.
the oxygen tank and the quative bolt pistol in the other, his steps stop abruptly, he points the hole of the cylinder against the lock before taking a breath. "phew!" You can hear it silently as the lock flies against the wall of the motel.
He leaves the door, already planning the next thing... a roar of powder was heard, a bullet went through the door, leaving a clean, thin hole. The man quickly bides his time before pressing the Tec-9 cannon against the door, turning his face away from the door, he presses the trigger releasing rapid bursts through the door, he hears someone struggling trying to jump from bed to bed and from furniture after furniture while trying to attack, the man makes a small stroke covering the room almost completely, until he hears what he expected."hurck!".then a dull sound, someone fell to the floor...
He does not lose his calm, he just opens the door with his fingers before giving another burst of bullets to the dark and demonic figure that was desperately trying to cover the wounds in his abdomen, the scream was expected.
?: "ahhg!...".the moonlight reveals the figure...striker screamed, in pain, in helplessness, he looked at the man with clenched teeth while he clenched his teeth almost breaking them with fury, he tried to reach the gun but Chigurh just picks it up before walking to the bed and sitting quietly, silently avoiding getting blood on his socks, he checks his soles before speaking...as calm as he came.
chigurh: "...you can press harder." he says dryly while keeping his hands in his lap and looking at the injured striker, his hair disheveled, his abdomen bleeding in spurts while his hands try to cover the bleeding, his gaze turns to the phone that suddenly rang, interrupting the moment, Anton keeps his finger on his trigger as he calmly picks up the phone.
Stella Goetia: "Hey! Hey! What the hell happened with the deal? Where is my husband's head? Do you know that I can hire whoever I fucking want!?". Anton calmly interrupts her as she speaks.
chigurh: "...I'm not striker, ma'am..." he says before firing the last three bullets of his tec into striker, shooting him, his face full of holes, I'll just shut you up. straight to the mat as chigurh turns his ear to the device.
Stella's voice relaxed almost abruptly as she spoke more calmly. Stella Goetia: "Ah...I thought you wouldn't make it...what, what are you doing?...anyway, can you just do the work?". Stella asks impatiently as Anton speaks.
Chigurh: "...absolutely." He says as he hangs up, he looks at Striker's corpse, confirming that he is still there as he takes the gun, the angelic sniper as he walks out of the scene, closing the door behind him, now he just wanted to change his socks...
As calm as always he gets out of bed, he avoids the pool of blood as he walks, his steps are silent only accompanied by the whistles of the desert wind, he walks towards one of the cars that was there and changes weapons, he aims his pistol. He went to the window and pressed the button. "pst!...".the glass shatters into spider webs as chigurh avoids the glass as he opens the door.
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"The Man Who Fell to Earth"(Walter Trevis). (hh x anton chigurh)
Ficção Científica"If the good die young, what is the meaning of life? It is not to be a god or have a purpose. It is to do what you please, and I do what I please...dont you think?"
