I don't know what they wanted, but they had to right to try and gun me down. I swear I didn't kill that Doctor. She died on her own- because I sure as hell didn't do nothin'. I heard them search the perimeter. They must have shot a few of their men trying to get me.
Commander-. "We got GSW's over here. Send medics now. You will all be okay, you will see your families again I promise that."
Tactical unit 1-. "I think he went into that alley over there. Do I have permission to check, sir?"
Commander-. "No, we need to wait. We can't risk hurting anyone else."
Cameron was watching them all fail to do the job. He communicated on the walkie-talkie. "You get the fuck out there and bring him to me, or you're dead. You hear me, Over."
Commander-. "You don't tell me what to do. You might be the boss of those workers of yours, but there are my men, Over."
Cameron-. "You will regret this, you hear. Do you fucking here me. I will send people to end, you better lis-."
The commander shot the walkie-talkie so he didn't have here this psycho anymore. Cameron could only have so much authority. But we will eventually.
Cameron-. "Damn, he hung up on me…I can't do anything about it, unfortunately. All of you keep searching for him. Looks like I have to do this myself."
Cameron opened up a massive vault containing a war machine. It had two machine guns on each arm with tanks filled with Specimen-42. The armor was thick and heavy steel painted with the atomic symbol of Iron. Cameron-. "This will kill him, that's for sure. Find his brother and bring him to. I'll use him as bait. I want to see Leon's tears when I gut Callith in front of him."
Prof. Jan-. "That's sick."
Cameron-. "Thanks, I now right. He won't know what to do then."
Prof. Jan-. "No, I mean that's sick, that's terrible. There has got to be another way to punish him, and his Brother didn't do anything."
Cameron's smile fades, and he looks to Jan with a gun. "So, you're not with me on this? You also want to die, I can make you watch your wife die in front of you too. Is that what you want?"
Prof. Jan-. "No, sir, I am with you, I swear. Just don't kill me or my wife."
Cameron-. "That's more like it, you see, you're lucky to be working for me. No one commonly gets this type of pay, you should be grateful. You know, I think you earned a reward. Have a warning that if you ever tell anyone about my doings, I will make sure you die horribly."
He stares at the machine, proud of what he thinks he is about to do. This twisted, wretched plan was going to break Leon's heart if he ever hurt his brother.
I felt safe after getting away from those people. I don't know if it's safe to go see Callith, I might attract unwanted danger to him and his wife. I want him to live happy, happy like I never did.
I headed to find a place to stay, I came across an old door that led into an abandoned warehouse. It smells musty of crime and drugs. Must have been left alone for years. But oldy there was a station which looked brand new. It had a table and chairs, aside from heavy machinery. But the thing that caught my eye the most was a smelting furnace. This place must have been an old smithing house. Then again I thought, I had everything God needed, Weapons, Armor, Power, Strenght, durability, mask. Wait, I don't have a mask, why wasn't I given one? Aww well, looks like I can take advantage of this time and make one myself. Did I have to worry about burning myself with molten metal? no problem, several thousand degrees, also no problem. But God forbids me to touch a strange black liquid. I fired up the furnace, threw in some metals, Iron, Coal, why not platinum? I add those together. The Iron and Platinum didn't mix, probably due to the difference in elements. This time I just used platinum and Tungsten. I was lucky for someone to leave all these metal here, or was it something to do with foreshadowing? ".... --- .--. . / -.-- --- ..- .----. .-. . / . -. .--- --- -.-- .. -. --. / - .... . / -... --- --- -.-".
I designed a nice mask with eye holes to match my face, I added two 1 font horns on it to add a demonic look. I made it black and slipped it on. It was a perfect fit. The only thing to add next was my name on the inside. Leon Josh Tyromus, now I feel complete.
I heard a noise from behind, a gun clicked. "Turn around slowy. Don't make any unnecessary moves."
There were a few men who looked like hitmen, or were they gang members? Who cares, I'm going to have some fun with them.
He aims at my chest. Was I supposed the be scared or something? "What the hell are you doing here? This is our territory. You tool out our resources, that shit cost money-lots of it. Are you willing to pay us for it?"
Thug-. "Hey beef stick, say something for fuck sake or weill shoot you in the mouth."
Boss-. "...shoot this bastard square in the eye."
His thug had good aim, I give him that, but still not close enough to the eye hole in the mask. Let's see how they think of and axes to a gun fight.
Thug-. "Hey bozo, enought with the fucking silent treatment, we ain't playin' around."
He fired at me, but I moved my axes and a cross position, letting the bullet flatten on the sides. These were made of something better than whatever my mask was. They all fire again, this time as I use both blades as a shield. I throw the one axe into one's face. "What is this guy's problem? Land everything we got on him now."
Let's say things didn't go well for them; they all learned that paradise wasn't for them. Now all I need to do is see what I could do next.