Desolate Silence (Fanfic)

A Pleasant Greeting

The year is 2125. Much has changed since the age of 100 years ago. Needless to say, many people have changed from then as well. These days, people kill for money, its a common thing to do. People who do this task are known as bounty hunters. Pick your target, kill them. It was a living, and many people didn't like the idea much. Those who didn't like it were never heard from anymore either. People who stayed neutral were nothing more than commoners. 

They saw someone die and just shrugged it off. Most commoners are in the wrong place at the wrong time, which results in their death occasionally. This didn't stop Westila though, she was a skillful woman who had perseverance in getting to know bounty hunters. She was still a beginner though but she wasn't afraid. She had almost met a few but never got the chance. Today however, she would meet the best bounty hunter who ever lived.

Westila had a tiresome day at her office getting an ear full from her boss who complains about every wrong thing she does and never the right. She rolled in her chair for a bit to soften her mood but it didn't help. She wanted to tell him off someday but never did because she'd end up jobless. She looked at her clock upon her desk and grabbed her belongings, leaving to her car for the day. Once she got to her car, she felt her stomach ache and realized she hadn't ate for the day. She had sighed at her foolish eating time and drove to the nearest restaurant she enjoyed to get a bite to eat. 

"Ah, this is the life." She said to herself enjoying three to four plates of food. She continued to dine as music was played. To her, there was nothing better than the sweet sounds of saxophone music when you're eating. While this was happening a man, outside the building about nine buildings away prepared his sniper waiting for his target to arrive as patiently as he could. As if on cue, a spoiled rich man walked into the restaurant and took a glance at Westila. He found Westila to be rather attractive.

He walked up to Westila and sat in front of her. "Hey bacon, what's shaking?" He said trying to flirt, and gave a small wink. Westila looked at the man with a dull manner plastered upon her face and ignored him. This had made the man quite mad, so he cleared his throat and asked again. "I said, hey bacon, what's shaking?" He said in a normal tone of voice now, without a hint of kindness in his voice. This made Westila upset, didn't he get the first time she was not interested? Since he was rude to her, she spit into the mans face, making him stand up and wipe his eyes.

The man looked pissed. He grabbed onto Westila's arm and began to shout, stopping everyone from dining and enjoying their time to look at the scene. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?" He shouted. Westila looked at the mans attire which was all green and he had a hat that was green too, so she thought of only one thing. "You're the Lucky charms Leprechaun right? You're a little late for the commercial guys, they just left." She said with a low chuckle along with a few other people who were watching.

If tomato's were walking, this man would be one from as red as his face was from getting livid. He pushed Westila making her fall to the ground. "That's really funny, do you know what else is funny?" He said still upset with everything that just happened. "IF I THROW THIS GLASS AT YOU THAT WOULD BE PRETTY HILARIOUS!" He grabbed Westila's glass of water and poured it on her and raised the glass in his hand to throw it. Westila closed her eyes and braced for the impact, but a shot was heard along with the sound of shattered glass.

Screams and cries were heard as Westila opened her eyes once again. She had saw the man had a bullet hole through his head. She was somehow spotless, not a drop of blood on her. Westila knew this must be the work of a bounty hunter if she was still clean. Curiosity hit her and she went close to the shattered window and saw a figure in the far distance. It seemed to be a man who was crossing off another name on their list. He looked up at the woman and gave a faint smile then placed his sniper upon his back starting to head off.

He was going, but Westila wanted to thank her hero even if it was just a mere bounty. She ran outside and looked around for a hoverboard. To her luck, there was one near the entrance, so she jumped on and flew to where she last saw her mysterious hero. The man turned around with his fast reflexes and aimed his pistol right at her. "Hold it. Right. There." He said in a monotone voice. Westila was scared but she stood still holding her hands in front of her. "I just wanted to thank you-" She was cut off by the man. "First off, I don't need your thanks. Second, no one's supposed to even be up here, so I'll have to either kill you or make you forget you saw me."  He placed his finger on the trigger and steadily held his weapon towards her face. She was even more afraid than before and feared for the worst.

The man laughed at her reaction and put his weapon away. "Wow, you were actually spooked, that's pretty funny." he said chuckling. He was surprised that someone actually approached him, for that he'd give her credit. "My name is Jay, a pleasure to meet you." He said holding out his hand. Westila was shocked that the threatening mood that came from Jay, had turned into a friendly gesture. She got off of her hoverboard, and shook his hand with a smile upon her face. "My name is Westila. It's great to meet you Jay." She said about to ask many questions.

"Huh. Westila sounds like a pretty cool name. It's rare these days." He said looking off into the distance and realized something. "Oh, hold that thought." He said reaching into his bag, grabbing an unknown substance. "Uh, what is that may I ask?" Westila looked at Jay quite puzzled at the substance he held. "Hm? Oh nothing." He grabbed a cloth and poured the substance into the cloth. 

Jay had ran up to Westila and covered her mouth with the cloth which she didn't expect, but she did respect the cleverness. "This is Berzoite, it makes people fall asleep and forget the last three hours of their day. So we never had this conversation, you never saw me, and you didn't just witness the kill I claimed. Pretty simple honestly." Westila felt her consciousness fade as she was struggling to get away from his grasp, but it seemed he had strength all to much to handle. 

She passed out, unable to remember the fearsome bounty hunter, Jay.