Ch 2 just a normal day.(updated)
Ring*
Ring*
I wake up to shut the alarm off. I look around my new room it's a old room in a old rundown apartment but I guess it makes sense I'll probably only be here for a month or so.
I get up from the shity bed I was sleeping on and start to stretch and do some push-up, pull-up on the bar on the door. I go to my bag that's in the corner and change to some work out clothes just a gray hoodie and joggers. I put my shoes on and start to conceal my weapons that I pick up from a case that's next to my bag. After I make sure I'm all good to go I leave from the window cuz who leaves from a door I say to myself while smiling. Obviously I use the fire escape to go down I'm not spider man to walk on walls. After I'm down I go for a run.
[Two hours later]
This time I use the front door. As soon as I get in a see a folder on the counter with a small bomb. I guess those fuckers come in and took off the little bomb they know I try to kill their lil messengers every time there getting better at this. It was quite funny the first few times they just blow up I chuckle remembering those times damn I act like a old Bastard even though I'm 17. The only reason I went in through the door cuz I knew those fuckers took off my bomb. Never mind I put the water to boil and go shower after the I get some fresh clothes on. I go to the kitchen and put the hot water on the side and make myself a simple breakfast some scrambled eggs and toast.
After I'm done I make my tea and go to the table and take the folder with me. I eat my fill making sure to leave no food behind. I open the fold to see my new identity with a transfer letter so some higher up high school. After that was my assignment. " reaper kill " with a picture and a name of the person, yup that's all it says reaper kill. Well I go get my laptop from my bag and look up this fucker I have to end. Ohh a prime minister son that's a new one I say sarcastically. It's like no joke how many prime ministers and their son's,daughter's,wife's I've killed and others to low life thugs to some minsters.
I'm called reaper i didn't make the name I got the name after the amount of kills I successfully pulled off. I'm not like those lil bitch's that make there own lil nick names. There's a big difference from making your own and people giving you one mine was give and to be honest I could care less but cool name I guess huh thinking about names I have no idea what's my real name nor do I care.
I don't remember my parents or anything like that. I was sold off by my parents cuz the got bored raising me and they wanted a vacation. How would I know this well cuz I asked them very very nicely. I chuckled remembering how I killed them. What I'm a petty bitch and I had quite the fun talk with them. Anyways my new name is apparently John yellow. Yup that's my new name WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! the fuck they mean yellow Those lil shits. Just cuz I blow some people up for doing there jobs and bringing the folders they give me a shit name. That's absolutely bull shit.
Never mind I'll just hide my bomb next time and blow them up real good i laugh madly. well i guess I'm John yellow those fuckers. I hear a knock on the door and I rush over there thinking they forgot something and it will be the perfect chance to kill them I get the gun from the coffee table without realizing it and bam I'm in front the door I open it and point the gun out and I see a fucking mail man pissing himself scared. I sigh and apologize to the dude and say it's a fake gun and I thought he was my brother and wanted to scare him. After awhile he calmed down and ask what he wants.
Mailman- ahh yes sorry about that.
Me-all good
Mailman- here's ur package and please sign here
Me- sign* here I go and I'll take that and again sorry about the scare
Mailman- all good almost had a heart attack but all good
Me- good and there's a bathroom down the hall
Mailman- confused* why?
Me- look down dude
He then realizes and scurries off. I then sigh being thankful that he was chill. Well time to see what's in here. I open it and it's a school uniform and a bag with school supplies. Seems like school will start in a few days. Well time for some recon.
[one week later]
After my nice long week I learn all the entrance and exits the times people get to school and when they leave all the good stuff. I decided not to go to school. Cuz it's much easier to just shot the kid instead of going all in there and what not. Definitely not cuz my new last name is yellow. So I just made a call and got myself a nice sniper rifle I'm a few buildings away from the school on the Rooftop.
I assemble my sniper rifle and make sure it all works then I get my one bullet and put it and get ready. The lil shit sits next to the window at the back thinking he's some protagonist.yes I watch anime and read mangas and what not, I'm not uncultured also it was a good escape from all the training and torture. Then I chuckle at the thought of him thinking he's a protagonist, well at least he seems like a decent kid dude came to school early to help out some teachers and what not now he's just resting in his seat class has 20mins till it starts. I aim at the kid and shot.
BAAAMMMM!
Head shot fuckers!!! Well all in a days work time to fuck off. I clean up after myself cuz I'm a good kid and also no evidence left behind obviously. After I disassembled my sniper rifle and put it in a normal looking case I call a cab and tell the driver to drop me off on a street that's a few blocks away from my apartment. once I'm in my apartment I clean up and make sure everything is all good and what not.
After I'm all packed up I leave and just walk after all I got is a bag with clothes and a laptop. While I was walking it gets all dark and stormy. Then out of nowhere a fucking huge ass thunder bolt hits me and I'm charcoal now. I chuckled at my lil charcoal comment. Well i guess this is my end it was a good 17 years of killing, porn, manga, and anime. Weird I'm not scared or anything. I then chuckled again thinking if a reaper will come and take the reaper. I slowly lose my consciousness and well I die.