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Assassination of Destiny

15-year-old Henry Davis lives a regular life in the woods, until a threat unlike any other comes along, The Asins and The Destiny. One to enforce justice and the other to oppose it.

Flousch · Sci-fi
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9 Chs

Break in

The wall exploded and out came Charles Nevedo. "Who are you?" Igor asked, lacking irritation about the wall. Charles looked at the man with disgust and pulled out a gun and shot him square in the chest. "Come on Henry! Even though you don't want to do the plan, we have to right now! You do not know how good of an opportunity this is to begin the operation!" He yelled. Henry frowned but then realized that this was one of the perfect chance to perform their operation. There was nothing Henry could do but nod. "Fine, but if anything happens, we're running." he said. Charles grinned. "Let's go then!"

Henry frowned. "I thought you said we were going to have Gen-powered people on our side, so where are they?" he asked. Charles' eyes shined. "Ha! You're looking at one right now." he said as the ground rose from under them. "So here's the plan. Right now I'm raising the ground to see if the Duyao is underground. If that's so, then we grab it; I'll warp us out of here. Any objections?"

Henry shook his head, for he had just realized how powerful Charles was. "Oh, and by the way, please don't ask questions here. You can ask me everything after we get out of here." Charles continued; he then bit his thumb and talk. "Hey, Agent H.U.G. do you know where the Duyao is being stored?"

Ksh. Charles then pressed his thumb against his ear and Henry could barely hear a conversation. "My tracking senses have all pinpointed one location. I'll transmit to you the location through our network. Do you have him, though? He's vital for _________"

Ksh. Charles bit his finger. "Yeah, I have him. Thanks for the location. We're headed that way now!" he exclaimed as he lead Henry into a hallway. "Okay. I can do whatever the hell this is!" Henry muttered under his breath. "Damn right you can!" Charles encouraged as he pointed his gun at a corner, as if there was someone there. He then pressed his index finger against his lips, gesturing to be quiet. Henry gave a quick nod and followed.

Bang

A gunshot fired and hit Charles square in the chest. "Son of a-" he began before he collapsed. Blood flowed into a puddle on the floor. Henry stared at the puddle in shock. Three people- including Charles, who was some homicidal maniac whom he cared for had just died. "He(cough)nry! The show must (cough) go on! Hahaha (cough cough cough) am I right? Complete what I started. Please (*hack*) you'll see what I'm trying to do after you meet our squad!" Charles managed. "Please, you have to, or we're all dead!"

He started to cry, then faded into silence. He was indeed dead. A tear came down Henry's cheek, but he didn't give up. He picked Charles's gun up and pointed it in the direction of the killer. There. A man in a smiley masked man stood on a platform in a corner holding a sniper position. Without a thought, Henry pointed the gun straight at the man (or woman) and pressed the trigger.