The weapon distributors.
Those were the people who killed Quincy.
I loaded my gun, and raised it, aiming it through the window. I had become a bit of a sniper. They were in there. I couldn't get them with the sniper rifle. Wiping tears from my eyes, I needed to get in with the pistol, and I had to hurry.
I made no effort to be quiet. Only yesterday I visited Quincy's grave, and he showed up. Wiping some more stray tears that had fallen after thinking of him I entered the building. Quincy, he knew what I was going to do, and tried to stop me. But heck, he's just...just...just a whatever he is, and he's not real. He can't stop me now.
No one can.
I broke the door down, and in one swift movement I killed two soldiers. My teeth were gritted, and I had every right and intention to kill everyone in the building. I was fired up.
Three more men rushed down the hall to see what the commotion was all about, and I put one bullet in each of their brains.
No one will leave this building alive. No one but me. I'll make sure of it.
As I shot every person who came through the door, I thought of Quincy.
I shot Bullet after bullet until I was all out.
I growled a curse and threw my gun across the room so it hit the next guy in the face, breaking his nose. Then I grabbed a gun off the dead man at my feet and fired.
I was a little slow, because a bullet grazed my arm. I grimaced, but pain turned to rage, and rage turned to hatred as I fired round after round. It was a dirty deed, killing all these people, but it had to be done.
I was done with the first floor. I ran up to the second floor and cleared it quick.
Male and female soldiers died at the hands of me and my gun. No. Not my gun. The gun I took from the dead man. A dead man whose death I am responsible for.
At the third floor, it was almost empty. I guess I finished them all off at the lower floors.
I adjusted the bandana tied around my face, and busted the next door, and spotted their leader. I killed all of his armed gunmen, and then got to him.
"Please don't kill me" He says, hands up in surrender. I sneered, grabbing the collar of his shirt, and leaning him over the window.
"Look down" I spat. He looks down, and yells. "There's your grave" I say, and then pull him back in the window. "Either you kill yourself with a gun, or you jump" I say.
It's torture, and I feel like letting him leave, but then I remember what he did to Quincy. What he injected in me.
The man doesn't kill himself with the gun, he starts sobbing, and I roll my eyes, and shove him out the window.
Some tough guy he is.
I watch his body hit the pavement, sprawled out in different angles.
Suicide.
That's what he just did.
He committed suicide.
That's what it looks like.
I return my gun to its holster, and begin to walk back down.
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High School Sweetheart
FanfictionTobin moves to a new school in California, and tries to fit in, becoming friends with Ashlyn Harris along the way. She never truly feels like she fits in, until the very beautiful Alex Morgan intervenes.