Marked (On Hold sorry!)

Prologue

I reloaded my silver metal gun, slipping in the new round. I was about to round the corner when I heard several guns cocking, making me freeze in my tracks.

I listened for any signs that could tell me how many were there, or how many were armed. Unfortunately, everything was silent, not a single creak of a floor board or a helpful clearing of a throat.

 I checked to make sure my other gun, which I had kept tucked in my pants behind me, was securely in place.

Then, I spun the corner and shot off at the first thing I saw. There were five men in total, all of them armed. They’d obviously been expecting me because soon, the sound of gunshots filled the narrow hallway.

I dove back around the corner to safety, but I knew I had to act quickly. I heard their pounding footsteps heading towards me so I pulled out my knife stored in my belt and lunged it at the nearest man’s throat.

He gasped for breath as blood poured out of his throat and mouth. His dark eyes rolled around crazily as he dropped to his knees, choking on his own blood.

 Two more men followed right behind him, shooting at me. I rolled to the side and as I did, I heard the whizzing of a bullet, aiming at where my forehead was seconds earlier. I unhooked my smoke bomb from my belt and launched it at one of their heads. I heard his shriek as the thing exploded in his face.

Luckily for him, the bomb doesn’t do any damage, only gives me an advantage. A cloud of smoke immediately surrounded us, disabling our sight. The two that were left started coughing uncontrollably, giving me their location. I held my breath, knowing that if I inhaled too much, I would be doing the same.

I heard someone erupt into a coughing fit about 6 feet away so I silently crept towards them. When I was near enough, I slammed their head to the floor, killing them instantly. I glanced back to observe my victim. I only had time to catch that he had long messy bronze hair and grey eyes.

Sadly, the smoke was starting to clear away, ruining my fun. It was so much better when your victims didn’t know what to expect. The suspense makes their dying cries louder. I searched the area, keeping alert. I wanted to surprise my opponent, not the other way around.

The last man came into view, his frightened whimpers giving him away. His face was hidden as he curled up into a ball in the corner, his loose shoulder length brown hair masking his head.

“Please, just let me go! I’ll do anything you want!” He sobbed, keeping his head hidden. I smirked. These kinds of people were always the most amusing. I crouched down next to him, forging a sympathetic look. I was hoping to play this out, making his death serve to my amusement.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that,” I said, making my voice sound regretful. He looked up, probably thinking that he had a chance to convince me to set him free. I realized that this was the man that had screamed when I launched the smoke bomb. I looked him over, already amused.

“Please! I’ll listen to them! I’ll follow their rules! I won’t complain. I’ll be an Enforcer,” He begged. His coal black eyes pleaded for freedom of this nightmare.  I nearly growled when he assumed that being an Enforcer was a way out. Being an Enforcer takes bravery, not to mention loyalty. He obviously had neither.

But I couldn't let him know how I felt, I wasn't done gloating.I pretended to ponder his offer for a moment, tapping a finger on my chin and gazing up at the ceiling dramatically.

“Okay, I guess that would work,” I said slowly nodding. His horrified expression quickly converted into an overjoyed one. I nearly scoffed. How he could not tell the sarcasm lacing my voice was beyond me.

“Thank you! Thank you, kind Sir! You won’t forget it,” He thanked me excitedly. He extended his hand upwards, asking for my help pulling him up. I gave him a sweet smile and all in one second; I pulled my six-inch knife around from behind my back and sliced off four of his fingers.

He screamed in agony, falling to the floor.  As I watched him crumble in pain, I decided to take pity on the man and slit his neck, granting him a quick death. After all, he did look terrified and his scream was almost too much for me to bare.

His limbs sprang in every direction, as if he was trying to pull himself out of death. At the same time, blood poured out of him like a waterfall and started to form a small puddle on the floor. But, soon, all movement in him stopped and his head rolled to the side, his lifeless eyes staring at me; blaming me for what I had done.

Trying to ignore that, I stood up and examined my work. Five men dead, I was expecting more. I almost grimaced as the guilt threatened to take hold of me but I held myself strong. This was my job, my duty.

This is what made me an Enforcer.

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