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"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP, OR WE WILL SHOOT!"
"Geez, I never get a break, do I?" All I did was murder an entire family tree, destroying the bloodline, and hide in a Starbucks. Just needed some coffee, killing takes alot out of you. Ugh, as I finished my Cinnamon Dulce, I got out my spear, sword, dagger, crossbow, spike baseball bat, shield, and Jim. Jim is my favorite spoon, he's stabbed more people than my dagger. Don't ask how. Okay, since you're annoying me, I'll tell you.
I choked a bunch of people with it, then fished it from their throat, because it gets stuck. I got out with my hands up. As the officer came to cuff me, I took out my spear, and gutted him. I used my shield to block most of the incoming bullets, and dodged the rest. I went for the guy with the megaphone. I threw my spear at him, stabbed another guy with my dagger, parried another's baton with my sword, then decapitated him. I threw my shield at a cop's head, and probably caused severe brain damage.
I got my baseball bat, and straight up knocked ten officers at the same time. I retrieved my items, while dodging many bullets. I saw the S.W.A.T arrived. Actual madmen called for backup. I summoned the power of Zeus, Kronos, Chaos, Uranus, and, of course, Bobby from down the street. I didn't exactly see what happened, but all I know is that about 20 people were just straight up, well, let's say they didn't have a mind of their own, or at all. Their brains exploded after the flash.
I then put everyone to sleep, swiftly, and forever.
I thought that was it, but it, like always, wasn't. A formidable challenger appeared, with the same weapons as me, except he didn't have a spoon, he had a fork, and a plastic one at that. I did that hand thing that means come and get it, and my challenger obliged. He charged at me, not a good tactic. I dodged, then swiftly jabbed at his side. He disintegrated.
That's odd, I thought. I stood there, my head tilted in confusion. That's when it hit me. A distraction. I blocked the oncoming wave of arrows with my shield. Out of the fog, about three hundred people, dressed similarly to me, and having weapons from my same time period, appeared. Minus the crossbow, that was from later. I drew my crossbow, and shot down three, and two turned to dust, the other was bleeding.
Okay, some of them are fakes, hey, it's just like school! Okay, All I had to do was find the fakes, and ignore them. After long hours (I kid you not) of intense fighting, I found the real warriors. They came at me in waves, adding three each time. At first I stabbed one in the head, snapped another's neck, and shot the last. It got bigger, I had to use my power carefully. I stabbed three. One with my sword, the other with my dagger, the third with my spear. I threw Jim threw another's throat, and retrieved it through the other side. I knocked one out with my bare fists, and stomped on her head until she stopped moving. The final one, well, she was real aggressive. Anger issues.
I had to parry and dodge so much, I didn't notice the nine others come up. Alright, 10 attacking, 8 dead, 12 dormant, kill the 10. I killed mister aggresive man, and brought it to 9, 9, and 12. I shot the 9 attacking, killing all except one, who just wouldn't die. I stabbed three more with a branch, decapitated three more, choked three, and gutted three at the same time with my spear. The last person, the girl named Melony, told me something.
"Please, let me join you, this hitman work isn't for me."
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"Fine" I told her. I helped her up, and escorted her to my literal tank. To this day, she kills with me. Too bad she has to die soon. Never trust someone like me.