How To Fix Damien Linker

How To Fix Damien Linker

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I thought I knew what I was getting myself into.. Watching Damien fiddling with his gun as I stay behind the corner.. The expression on his face tells at all, he is scared of the gun. His hands are shaking with fear as he raises it up to shoot, shoot at the target we both needed to be dead. He lift his arm up slowly, trying to calm his nerves by breathing. I can see his chest rise up and down, I swear he is about the shit his pants. All of a sudden he drops the gun.. the silence in the room broke with the clashing of the gun on the floor. His eyes widen at the act he just pulled, the target slowly turns around. "Fuck it" I say as I run up to Damien to grab his wrist and ran for the exit, after a couple seconds he realizes it's me. Kendall. He stops dead in his tracks, comprehending 'what the hell just happened' but right now, i'm trying to get out of this warehouse looking thing. - This story takes place near September 2016 .. Even tho it's 2017 Copyright©
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I clutched the gun to my chest. The blood on my hands, outfit and hair knotted with it. The body stared up at her, mocking her. I finished the job. But why did I feel so empty. The assignment was to kill the target, not everyone that I did. But they always said whatever it takes to get the job done. I killed people for a living. I was good at what I did... I enjoyed what I did. Memories were filling my mind too quickly to stop them so I just let them run their course. *** His weight disappeared from me and his hand grabbed the front of my leather jacket and yanked me to my feet. One of his hands were wrapped around me throat while the other was flicking a switch blade back and forth. I stared at it, flicking in and out addicted to the trance. I looked up as his voice interrupted me. "What am I going to with you Liza?" "I don't know brother. Why don't you tell me?" "Hmm," his fingers brushed my face. He was vulnerable; I stepped on his feet and watched as he yelped in pain. I reached for the gun on the mantle behind me. I cocked the gun, the safety clicked off. "Liza?" His voice was weak and frightened. "Please." He was always a good actor. His eyes were betraying his words. They were dark with vengeance and fury. His body lunged towards me. I pulled the trigger, hearing a noise echo in my ears. I dropped the gun on the ground. My feet slowly dragged my body over to Liam's body. His fair blonde hair was turning a darkish yellow red from the blood spilling from his lifeless body. Previously named: 'I'm Back, And Now I Have A Gun'

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