Pathetic idiots.
There was a crowd forming around the building now, unfortunately the dead guards didn't go unnoticed. I had a good view of everyone from standing on the roof. They'll all be dead soon, the pain will be unnoticable. More and more people gather. I'll have to act soon, sometimes there's a limit to how many people you can kill. A sudden drop should do the trick, couple slashes here and there. It'll be a bloodfest, but it'll be quick. I jump of the edge, spreading my arms out, blades forming. I dive head-first, gaining speed. My boots glow, and at the last second, I pull up and slice through the crowd. A shock filled the air, and the panic begins. People scream, scattering everywhere. I shoot them down with my usual precision. No one escapes my sight, and I stare at the scene in front of me. The once standing crowd, now on the ground. I've spent too much time here. Enough people have been killed, and I start to leave. The streets remain deserted, but I know that doors were locked, families huddling in fear, waiting for me to leave. I was done here.
At least so I thought. A few gunshots sound behind me, and I whirl around. More guards.
"Stop where you are!"
"Like I would anyways," I say under my breath. I return fire, my accuracy better than theirs. I was doing fine when a sudden sensation of pain shoots up my leg. I bite my lip, shooting the person who shot me, and limped away. Guess I can't really leave after all. Damn it. I make my way to a nearby building. It appeared vacant, so I just drag myself inside, collapsing on the floor. I didn't care that there might be someone coming later, I needed time alone. I extract the bullet from my leg, wincing a bit, ripping off a bit of my pants that was soaked with blood. Infection was prominent, but I just need to cleanse the wound and patch it up. There was some rubbing alcohol that I managed to find in a nearby cabinet, and I dump it on my leg, making it sting rather annoyingly. Blood soaks into a towel that was lying nearby as I wrap it around my leg. I lay on the floor, tired, shutting my eyes. It's been a long night.

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Terminal
AdventureThe past never really fades, does it? ~~~ 15 years after the death of the famed Commander Orion and the fall of a group known as the True Power, Akira Shimitsu leaves here past and identity behind, forging a new life as a formidable assassin. Howeve...