Going AWOL - Que The Ragtags!

Fragmentation

In a world of chaos, social tyranny, and unending diversity...

Narrations are not worth our time. I mean seriously I'm too busy trying to drag this corpse to the Seaside. Guns bark through the night, their bites barely grazing past me. I could only focus on dodging, careful not to let this blasted body become a reason to meet the same fate. I decided to take the risk. These hoodlums took the bait. Icy sand churned beneath the balls of my feet as I stumbled across a beachy terrain full of broken seashells, along with the lovely shrapnel nature has the audacity to call rocks. I swear. No seriously, I've been shouting profanities for the past hour trying to get these damn hounds right where we want them.

The lucky man whose throat I slit isn't the only reason I'm being chased. It's the bounty that lays on this man's cold chest. My head will be a bonus. It sucks it really does. The only heads that will roll tonight is theirs.

I think I've sliced my feet up enough times trying to finagle such a weight. I drop both of his arms and start to get the hell out of dodge, a rumbling entourage thundering several yards behind me. Without a doubt, in such an open space, my back should have been an easy space as soon I came upon a curve of slick, jagged rocks. All .22's pointed at my head.

Click. There goes one head.

Click. Make that a second.

Click, click, click, click, click. Seven heads in all.

Streams of wine conjoined with the foaming ripples of foaming salt. Now it swirls into the smooth impression of the sand as strawberry champagne. Quite a beautiful sight under the smiling moon. "My Dearest, how long are you going to stand there?" A deep chuckle rose from where the now headless men stood. Lord stepped out, his figure completely illuminated by a cyan luminescence. His bone scythe's blade was drenched in blood. More EXP for him I guess.

Before I could say another word, black feathers started to sprinkle down from above. The night remained undisturbed as Knight descended into my view. His gaze was rather unimpressed with the scene, as he's seen this countless times before. Silver glazed his sockets as he takes a sudden sweep with his arm, and seven human SOULs emerged. "Pitiful beings indeed," he blatantly stated. As soon as he closed his hand, all seven lit up with that same silver, before dissipating into oblivion. By now, I was just watching as red and pink mingled on the rather quiet beach. Undoubtedly, a whole round of cops would come racing to the scene. You can only hear so much. A round of bullets hitting the air is sometimes a sound you cannot ignore. Without further ado, we got the hell out of dodge, via teleportation, a low-pitched siren sounding in the distance. I guess we're making the newspapers tomorrow. Today is just another day filled with blood I myself am not afraid to spill.

I proved it many times, times I do find rather old and the opposite of righteous. Rather insidious, petrifying, along with a few other warm descriptions. I never said I was a good person. What I am is someone who decided to change fate. I know those close to me will become curious with my unorthodox case. To be transparent, I don't know how such revelations with bring my peers and subordinates closer to me. A recount is in order, but just not today. Not tonight.

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