Burgundy Bastard 1/2
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Bando sat on the toilet releasing himself, meanwhile, Bigdawg sang a sea shanty as if he was a pirate.
"Shut the hell up!" Bando yelled.
"Ohhh sad bastard if you want me to just let me leave!" Bigdawg responded. He began singing again but then stopped as if he had a question.
"So have you come up with a way to kill someone? I'd rather not be stuck to your ceiling for the rest of my life"
"Nah I'm still working on it, with my powers committing a crime will be easy, it's just I don't know if I CAN kill someone"
"You still a youngin alright! I remember a few months ago when I beat this poor bastard half to death because he tried to steal my jar full of quarters!" Bigdawg said, laughing.
"Over quarters?" Bando responded from the bathroom. He finished washing his hands and stepped out.
"Wait, how old are you Bigdawg?"
"Hahahah! Maybe you're not so bad, Bando!" Bigdawg said, chuckling.
Bando shook his head and then muted him, he had work to do.
Making a giant piece of paper appear on the wall, and grabbing a marker, he began to write out his plan.
Step 1. Get military-grade sniper with a perfect sound silencing silencer
Step 2. Hang out around the local thug meetup spot where a high-ranking criminal stays
Step 3. Grab Sniper and kill said criminal
Step 4. Celebrate to distract myself from the fact I took another person's life
Bando finished writing and then took a step back. "Ahhh, it's perfect, and if it's not I'll just use my phone to get out of any unforeseen problems.
'Unmute'
"Whatcha think of it?" Bando said, stepping to the side so that he could see.
"I mean, it's not the way I'd go about it but it's okay I guess," Bigdawg said critiquing.
"Wait, have you ever used a sniper in your life? Also, how do you plan to even get into the local thug meetup spot, because from what you're saying it seems like this is a seriously high-class person"
"Oh Bigdawg, I have godly powers, I don't have to worry about all the other stuff," Bando said pridefully, inspecting his nails.
"And what about actually pulling the trigger? That's gotta be bad for your mental– Oh wait you can just use your power so that it doesn't impact you"
"Actually, nah, I said I wouldn't change how anyone acts, and that includes myself. If I change my personality, am I still truly me?"
"Calm down you wannabe philosopher"
A flying Superman punch sounded off followed by a maniacal laugh.
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[SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SLUMS, 11:28 PM]
Rain trickled down from the skies and beat on the concrete of the building. Thunder rolled from above providing inconsistent light.
Standing on top of this roof was Bando, in all black almost like a cyberpunk ninja. He wore a giant sniper attached to his back almost like back bling, and thermal/night vision goggles allowed him to see through the thick fog caused by the rain.
Bando looked down at his phone.
"11:30" It read. He sighed, then pulled the giant sniper rifle off his back.
Facing east, a group of buildings that looked particularly worse than the other buildings in the slums stood, suspicious figures coming in and out like worker ants.
"Alright you bastard, time to pay for what you've done," Bando said with a shaky voice. He wasn't even sure if he actually meant it.
Earlier, Bigdawg had asked Bando who he intended to kill.
"It's a high-class criminal, he's killed hundreds due to the turf struggle and overall he's making where I live a living hell, I mean the police don't come around here often because of him, and pickpocket thieves like you rarely get justice here."
"Well, aren't you glad about him? Now you have a spiffy homeless guy stuck in a punching bag thanks to him!" Bigdawg said, finding it comedic.
Back on the building's roof, Bando looked at his phone one more time.
"11:34"
"Anytime now, just sit down at your glass-walled office and I can be done" Bando steeled his heart.
Although the particular area of the slums was bad, Resting on top of all of it was the criminals' building, an office with one entrance which was the elevator, and all the walls were glass. The inside of the office looked like something you'd see out of a final scene of a Jhon Wick movie.
And right as the clock hit 11:35, the elevator's door opened and a man stepped out.
He wore a business suit with red accents, along with a red diamond gem earring and dark burgundy shoes.
He took a few steps to his desk and picked up what seemed to be a landline phone. He began dialing someone.
Although Bando didn't see it, his phone received a notification.
"Less than five hours to collect a soul" it read.
Fully focused and ignoring the ding in his pocket, Bando held his breath, and used the sniper skills that he had learned from MyWorld! To Perfectly line up the shot.
The middle of the crosshair lined up with the criminal's head, and Bando's grip on the trigger tightened.
"Goodbye, criminal," Bando said finally resolving himself.