KILLER

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

HIM

"Man, you can't keep going down this road." He snapped out, scowling over at me.

I shook my head at him, slamming my fist into the table, "I have to do this, I've told you before that I'm in this until all of them are dead." I seethed.

I load my gun, glancing around the old hotel room before back over at him, "The cops are closing in on you, what are you going to do when that happens?" He shouted.

My jaw ticked, and I clicked my tongue against my teeth, holding back my anger that began to rise the moment he rose his voice.

I never liked people shouting at me, even my drill Sargent. He knew I didn't like it, and he did it every morning.

"You don't understand, John." I spit out, slamming my fist into the table again.

He snorted, shaking his head at me.

He would never understand, I'll be chasing these men until every last one of them are dead, and I'll be the one to kill them. And when I get my hands on the big man himself, it'll be a slow death.

"There's talk of a shoot to kill order on you and they don't even know who you are! You already fucked up when you went after Andrews, you shot a civilian!" He shouts, pacing around.

He was mumbling under his breath, and I breathed in slowly, controlling my temper.

Sargent never liked it when I lost my temper, it lead to other soldiers getting hurt, and the enemy left slaughtered.

I was a killing machine. When I came home, I wasn't the same. Society had change, everyone grew around me and I was still searching for a war to fight.

I always dreaded the day of returning home, because I would be returning home to nothing.

My old man went mad, absolutely out of his mind. Took the shotgun one night when everyone was watching a movie.

Killed my mother and sister, leaving his grandson motherless.

I killed my father that night, it was one week after I returned home after being away for months. I surprised them all.

Halle always whined when I left, and James was too young at the time to really remember me. After Halle died, James went away with his father, a man who actually did love my sister.

I grunt out, "She's fine I'm sure, just a little graze." I mumbled.

"Man you really can't keep doing this, I can't keep helping you-"

"Then stop!" I snapped, grabbing my guns before heading for the door. I needed to track down Andrews, and see what he knew about Edward.

Perhaps I'd spare him his life.

"What would you do if someone murdered the woman you loved? On your fucking wedding day!" I snapped, kicking a table aside.

John shot me a sad look, causing my anger to burn, "She was 3 months pregnant when he shot her." I snapped, throwing my fist into a wall.

"And now, I get to turn this mans life into a living hell. That's why I do it all, I have nothing left!" I shouted.

I slammed the door behind me, walking down the hall before kicking open the back door to the place, walking around to the side of the building.