The Boy That Is Hated By The World

Gone

Something was off with the house. I slowly approach it with a delay before each step. I soon noticed that the windows were covered in a weird plastic covering. I soon reached the front door and grabbed the handle. Before I opened the door, I pulled my gun out and held it forward. I slowly opened the door and saw the interior was covered in that weird plastic covering. It seems like the people here put this plastic in because they thought the place was contaminated. That's when I noticed three men standing at a table covered with beakers of black liquid, microscopes, and computers. They saw my shadow sneak up on them, and turned to face me. "Guards!" One screams when he sees me. While another slams a small button on the desk. Soon two guards appeared and raised their rifles up. They took aim and stared shooting without any questions. I felt bullets punch through me, but I felt no pain. I noticed that the bullets came at a way slower rate than you'd expect a machine gun to shoot, these guns must be manually loaded to shoot it. I stumbled back a bit, and was able to stand normally while the two guards, frantically, reloaded their guns. But before they could even attempt to shoot me down again, I aimed my gun at one guys head and pulled the trigger. Brains and blood covered the plastic covering around him. "Shit!" The second guard screams when he sees what I have done. He dropped his gun and raised his hands saying, "I'm sorry, please don't shoot!" The guy says with fear in his eyes. I simply walk up to him and say, "I'll deal with you later, wait in the bathroom right behind you. And don't come out until I tell you." He turns and runs into the bathroom, leaving me with the scientist.
       "Ok, so who's gonna tell me what the hell you guys are doing here?" I say putting my gun away, and pulling out the spiked chain. I waited a few minutes until I got inpatient, "So no ones going to tell me eh? Well suit your selves." I raise my whip high into the air preparing to hit. "I'll give you five seconds to tell me what's going on, or you'll be in a hell of a lot of pain." They stared at me trying their best not to freak out, "5..." they kept watching me, in horror, as I counted down, "4... 3..." No one moved as they slowly ran out of time, "2..." That's when one of the three snapped and said, "We're doing research on the 'Creepy Pastas' there!" The guy almost shouts, but can't muster up the courage to do so. I look at him and ask, "Who are the 'Creepy Pastas?'" The man spares no time in telling me, "They're the old occupants of this house. They posses paranormal abilities and we decided to experiment on them, to see what types of weapons, or medicines we could make." I stood for a second until I asked, "What type of experiments are you doing." The man freezes and I raise my whip again. "We're testing a bunch of different diseases on them to better understand what they can do in terms of healing. But soon we're expanding to weapons, and only god knows what type of experiments they're planning." The second guy chimes in, trying to keep his friends alive, "Can we go now?" The final guy asks. I lower my weapon, put it back into its holster, and nod. "Thank you." They say as they leave.
        "Get out of the bathroom!" I yell at the guy in the bathroom. He slowly walks out with his hands into the air. "I'm assuming those scientists don't know much about this operation, besides the parts they are assigned. Am I correct?" I ask the guard. "Y-Yes they don't know too much." I wait for his breathing to return to a steady pace. "Ok. So, are the 'specimens' held here?" I ask, "Uhh no. Not in this facility." I sigh knowing this was going to be harder than shooting one guard. "Well, where are they held?" I ask not expecting much of an answer. "I don't know. We were only sent samples of their blood." Again, I sigh and ask, "Alright that's fine. Where do you keep your weapons and ammo?" I ask the guy, and he responds saying,"The company only gave us three guns. Two rifles and one pistol. The pistol and ammo are held upstairs in a locked crate. I'll give you the key if you'd like." This has to be one of the most cooperative hostages ever, "Yes, that'd be nice." I say. The guard hands me a silver key. "Thank you. One more question, and then you can go home. What company?" The guard's shaking gets worse as he says, "The company is called, National Protection Service, creative name I know." He was able to get a short laugh out of his comment on the name. But I sat in silence for a minute before saying, "You can go." The guard runs off happily.
    I chuckle lightly, grabbing his gun off of the floor. It was a nice rifle that wasn't automatic. The gun was a sniper rifle type thing, but it doesn't have a scope. I held the rifle close as I walked around the house. I found the stairs and walked up them. When I reached the top I saw that two areas were covered by the plastic. But there was one door uncovered. I marched through the doorway and found their makeshift bedroom. Each bed was nice and tidy. They all had foot lockers at the end of their beds. This was once Benny's room, but now it's a faceless area of a bland house. In the absolute far left of the room was a huge metal crate. I walked up to it and slipped the key in. I unlocked it and lifted the top. Inside there was a bunch of ammo that worked with both of my guns. I was lucky enough to find another bullet pouch for my new type of bullets that my rifle requires. I filled up each pouch and didn't even bother to pick up the other pistol in there. I only needed mine. I searched the foot lockers in the room and found two things. One thing was another holster for my rifle, that was held on my back like a backpack. The second was a long black trench coat. All the clothes I had on were filled with bullet holes, covered in blood, and basically falling apart so I decided to go back to my room to get some clothes before I went back downstairs.
I used my whip to cut open the plastic that my room was behind. I slowly approached the room, expecting the worst. But all I found was empty rooms that were left untouched. I entered my room and went to my dresser. I picked out a red shirt, black pants, and added the trench coat. I then remembered something. I quickly searched through my dresser and found them. They were sun glasses that one of my old friends gave me when I was living in hell. The glasses had large circular rims and black stained glass. They looked a lot like Django's glasses from Django: Unchained. I put them on and completed my weird outfit. I put my belt on, with my two holsters, and swung the final, rifle, holster around my back.
I slowly made my way back to the three scientists's work station. The station was still littered with papers, and random work materials. I begin to search through all of the papers on the desk. Almost all of it had nothing to do with what I was looking for. Only one paper was useful. It was a paper that had the password for the computer written on it. I put the code into one of the computers and see very interesting documents. A lot of it had boring science stuff on it, but some contained important files. One was labeled, 'Specimens' and it talked a lot about the girls and how they will be moved to a much more secure station. Which explains why this base didn't have many weapons. The second document was called, 'Protection' the file contains a email that had the scientist complaining about their lack of weapons and equipment, throughout the email, the scientists kept referring to a guy named General Mason. They asked to meet him in person at the station in Nevada, to talk about what they require. There was no reply. The final document was labeled, 'The Boy' it asked about me. They wanted to know if I was of any importance to their research. The commander responded, basically, saying no I had no relevance to the operation. The document told me that I was out for one whole week. The only information I was given was a location out in Nevada. But, I had no clue where the location actually was. "What have I got myself into?" I ask out loud. I stand in silence for a minute until my eyes land on a picture of the girls, I then made a promise that secured my fate, "Whatever I'm doing, where ever I'm going, or whoever I meet, will not stop me from trying find you guys. And I will not stop until I have put a bullet into the head of the man that is responsible for this."
Slenda's POV
       I felt alone. I couldn't hear anyone's thoughts, I couldn't see what they see, and I didn't know if my friends were alive. I've been here for around a week and haven't seen any of them. The only people I could see, would walk in, every day, and stab me with needles, or test on me with their unethical experiments. But I, suddenly, felt something enter my mind, "Whatever I'm doing, where ever I'm going, or whoever I meet,  will not stop me from trying to find you guys. And I will not stop until I have put a bullet into the head of the man responsible for this." The voice was calming and familiar. And I new what was going to happen. Mike was going to rain hell among these people. And he will not stop until we're safe. Underneath my mask, I smiled knowing he was coming to save us.

       The story has changed hasn't it. I originally wanted to do another love story, but I changed what I was going to do. This story will focus on action. Also, I now realized that this is very similar to Django: Unchained. But I don't care, let's make a story shall we? Enjoy your day and goodbye.

'I Won't Hurt You' from the album 'Part One' By: The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band