It is human nature to want to kill. All people want to hurt others. It's just how we are as a species. Luckily, not many of us actually act on our desire to cause pain. Some of us, however, do. This story is about one of those people. He went by Smiley. He gained this name after mafia members carved a smile into his face when he couldn't pay his debts. A group called The Others picked Smiley up, and brought him into their community of crazed killers. He was ecstatic, and has been a part of The Others for 10 years. He trained with them every day, learning different types of combat. Armed, unarmed and firearms. They went from HQ to HQ, breaking into buildings, burning them when done. They could never find a HQ that would suit them for an extended period of time. They were so used to moving that it would take them only a few hours to move everything from one spot to another. The Others have a reason to exist. They exist to cause chaos and destroy. The main reason for them being here, however, is to kill. To relieve people of their urge to harm. You can't join The Others by finding them. To join, you have to be ready enough to destroy that they find you and present their plan. If you accept, you're in. If you don't, you're dead. Simple stuff. Smiley was approached, and, obviously, accepted. Some people that join The Others do it because they don't want to be killed, but Smiley did it because he liked the plan. He craved destruction. Who doesn't? He was given a mask and was brought to The Others' new HQ. Years later, The Others contacted Smiley to tell him that they were moving to a new HQ. This is where our story begins.
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ActionWelp. I've made a huge mistake writing this. The new entry in the Smiley saga. And it's (maybe) going to be a full length fucking NOVEL. Be prepared for that.