Wake up sweat dripping down my face. It’s been three days since I joined the terrorist organization the Black Cats. The Black Cats motive is to kill the Queen of England. I may need to cool off, we’ve got orders from the commander that we need to make a suicide bombing attack. I took a shower. I stayed in it until the water got too cold to bear. My roommate Mike is also in the Black Cats, “We need to go and pick up the gear the boss sent us.”
When we opened the mailbox, inside, there were two detonators and enhanced C4 hidden in two backpacks. There was also an enclosed letter that was sent in a disguised FedEx truck. The message said to use the C4 at the soccer game on Monday. At home, I told Mike “dude I quit, I'm out of the Black Cats.” He pulled an Akdal Ghost TR01 out of his right pocket and shot me three times once in the chest, once in the head, and once in the right leg. He dragged my body into the living room. When I woke up, he was talking to the boss, and I thought ‘didn’t he shoot me?’. When I got up, and he looked back at me, his expression looked like he saw a ghost. He grabbed the Akdal Ghost TR01 off the table and started shooting at me like an insane person. After being shot seven times and not feeling any pain, I realized something weird… nothing was happening to me.
Mike kept shooting and then I decided to slowly walk towards him. When I was at arm's length, he decided to shoot himself in the head. I was traumatized. My best friend just shot himself. I fell to the floor and hit it hard. Mike’s dead body was just lying there, blood all over the tiles of the kitchen. I started crying and yelling at Mike “why what was the point?”. I just sat there for at least thirty minutes. After a while, I managed to pull myself together and move forward. I grabbed the phone that Mike was talking into and recalled the latest number. When the person picked up, it sounded like someone I know, but I could not put my place on it. It was a man, he said:
“Mike, what happened? I heard you screaming, are you ok?”
I decided to respond in the weirdest but stern voice I could make:
“Mike is dead. I killed him”
The voice hung up the phone before I finished talking to him. I decided I needed to hide the body somewhere. I cleaned up the blood and waited until midnight to leave my apartment. I put the body in my trunk and drove for 5 hours to the sea. I rented a boat. When I was about 5 hours away from the coast, I threw his body overboard with some bricks attached to it so it could sink to the bottom of the sea. I drove back home. Suddenly I realized there were probably going to be people at home because of Mike's death and because I said: “I killed him.” Going home was no longer à possibility. I went to an Inn hotel. It looked like the Inns in horror movies. In the middle of the night, I got a call. When I picked up a man said:
“I'm coming for you.”
“ok” I hung up.
Is morning. I have hit the road. I have nowhere to go. I could not go back home because of the Black Cats, and I do not want my family to get involved in this mess. I could go to Mexico, change my name, face and identity. However, I made sure no one could find the body, so they have no proof that I killed someone. I should stay in the USA. I could go to Britain since the Black Cat boss lives there. Yes, I will go to Britain and kill the Black Cat boss for trying to kill me. Wait I wonder if my immortality has a limit.
I get out of my car and stab myself with my pocket knife 20 times straight through the chest. The pain is unbearable, but nothing is happening to me. Except I am probably losing all of my blood. I am trying every way I can think of dying, but nothing happens to me I just feel the pain unbearable. I start to wonder if I could die by age, if not, is there anything that can kill me? Hopefully not, because then if I become the leader of a gang, I can never die, no matter who betrays me. That's what I should do, I should make a group, but what will be our motive? I’ve got it … To rule the world. Since I'm immortal, I could order it forever. When I get to an underground nightclub I ask the manager if I could start a gang here and the Manager with a very heavy Australian accent responds:
“First let’s start with our names. Mine is Jacob, what is yours?” I said: “That does not matter can I or can I not” He responded with à simple “Yes.”
While I am telling him what my gang will be about, a group of Black Cat members came in and shot everyone with Astra Model 900. Even Jacob, I look at him, he has nine bullets in his chest and a steady stream of blood flowing from his wounds. He collapses. I decide to collapse at his side to make them think I am dead. Jacob’s blood could cover for me, I just got to look dead. After waiting for probably the most extended two minutes of my life, I get up, and in total shock, the two guys start shooting at me again. When I got at arm's length to one of them, I grab his gun and kill him three times. I turn around and shot the other guy nine times in the face. They both collapse to the floor and bleed out. I look at what equipment they have, and I notice that they have a car I can steal. I took the guns and the keys to the car and leave. After a couple hours on the road, I turn on the radio. In the news, they talk about the shooting. They said they had found no survivors. Well, then that must suck. They say they believe the 2 men responsible committed suicide. After a while of driving, I go to get a burger at McDonald's.
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