You're a murderer.

Running head first into that place and blasting everything to hell. Raiding the detention center just to get a few kills on those who raped and pushed your crush to suicide doesn't seem like a good idea after all. You're not even her type to bother, you should just have left them rotting in jail instead. Now you got yourself rows and rows of police forces chasing after you and there is no such thing like a way back. You're brown bread to the eyes of your loved ones now, and you gotta make a run for it. Whenever you see a turn, you can only hope that it doesn't lead to a dead end.

That phone call should have never reached you. Crazy love, you blame all the things you've done to it. It forced you to flee your office, turned your mind into a madman and put that thing on your hand. After that, it was only chaos. You were gonna going to end your life when the flame inside died out...but didn't...and you still can't find the courage.

"PULL OVER!!! PULL OVER NOW!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOU!!!"

They finally talk with bullets huh? Maybe you should focus on stepping on the gas instead of having random flashbacks.
> You shoot them, it's self-defense!
You're not surrounded so it'll be a real pain in the ass for them to even get a clear shot on you unless you stick your head out like a sore thumb. The tires though, immediately get your fingers fondling over to the stockpile of mass bloodshed you got straight from market. Unlocking the safety, you sprayed a barricade of piercing bullets with the friendly-user Uzi towards them. You don't dare to look, too nerve-retching and you can't afford to waste your focus on the road.

"THEY'RE FIRING AT US!!! CALLING FOR SUPPORT!! CALLING FOR SUPPORT!! HOLD THEM UP!!!"

So they think there are accomplices involved? Man, that would have been very comforting at a time like this. This stuff is the thing that you can only see on movies, not experiencing it in real life and you can't have the fortune to share it with anyone...at least you'll have everyone wanting you in custody till death after this, a nice bonus for a loner like you.

It looks like your firepower struck them as the deadly stuffs, they pull over and start to station in one place, aiming solely at your buggy and throwing rounds as you speed up to oblivion. You're safe...at least for now. From a runaway, you've became a wanderer. The future ain't going to got any lights for you but you'll have to bear with that, you just have to. You don't want to die. No matter how much the world spy on your fear or judge you, you will not die on this small world.

... Looking through the door and feeling all the wonderful sensations the wind let you enjoy, you seize your mind back in its origin, a calm and successful mind.

"Ha...Haah hah hahh! A hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" You fake the laugh of a psychopath to let all the tears built up inside fly along, waving your brows in every fit. "...hahaha...damn..."

You had sat there, laughing exactly like this just 2 hours ago, it more likely was belonged to a maniac, the one who put a bullet through a helpless person and cracked up in awe as his lover guided him towards the next targets. Revenge is never meant to be sweet, but it sure feels great afterward! Rocking the flow of blood in your veins, you drive through the clearing, followed by rains of falling leaves marking your exit.
> You need a smoke after all of that first...
You are John Namour, 28 years old, a normal secretary from some wealthy company which tries so hard to maintain its image that you have to question if all of your hard works really paid off working there. It's only thanks to Laura that you could enjoy your days signing sheets.

A real beauty, she was...she was so naive, the things she could do sometimes. The opportunity of you getting to hold a conversation with her was like the Solar System lining up straightly. 21 vs 28, you thought you'd had your chance someday, assuming you could improve yourself into a braver, better man to give her the ring. You tried your best to understand her mind, her standing, her habits...by yourself. Hell! You even bought and gave expensive jewelries to her mother and her sister. Winning your soon-to-be-lovely-wife's family is your first...and your last affection.

Your boss just couldn't allow it, could he?  What a friendly bunch of meatdrops he had in store for young women. You knew something was wrong when you saw that fucker's smug sweep at her. Just when things could have gotten any worse, Laura hung herself in her room. The moment her mother read the first word of her suicidal note to you over the phone, you were downright demonic. Instead of assuaging her, you scared her and everyone off with your sudden loud tone, demanding a clear explanation. The rest of the writing was about you, how you've cared for her and her family. You drew your first blood afterward.

"...hahhhh..." You blow a few smoke off your lungs, a burning nicotine stick between your fingers. "Useless...doesn't do a damn thing..."

You are not made to love her, you're a hot-headed psychopath and you cringe at the thought of you abusing her. Before, you were writing paper and now, those fingers nearly mark you as a dangerous crackshot, an inspirational killer to the news and an idea living target practice for weapon maniacs.

'Now is a good time to quit.' You think, looking at the remains of the cigarette before throwing the entire pack down to the road. '...I-I can't...I don't want to die.'

A place where you can temperately settle down for a bit and hide from the eyes of media is crucial to you. Speaking of media, you have a thought of buying a mini TV to keep an eye on your case. You can bet your life on the police shooting you on sight right now. Mass shootout at the local and getting out alive, how much luck can you have?

One thing for sure, a trip to another country even though it seems like a good idea, you're not sure about the possibility of you getting on one without asking for an arrest. You don't even know if it's safe to buy some breads from a mere bakery. The more you think about it, the more you realize how deep the grave you have dug for yourself.

Killing some rapists bastards...You should never expect society to forgive them or you. What a terrible crime you've committed!...You miss your home, your family. But you can't contact them, the cops will track your location, too risky and certainly isn't worth it. They probably are cursing themselves for having raised a murderer right now.

...Besides, you can't even call for anyone if you want anyway.
> You drive to another town
TV...checked.

Sunglasses...checked.

Trench coat...Unnecessary but you couldn't just leave your skinny bones out, it has doubled your luck and your appearance to be unique...Also checked.

Good thing your face hasn't really hit the mark of any media type out there yet, but your time is running out. Lying low will have to be in another place, a safe and secure one far away from here.

You check the plate covering your gas meter and see that it still got 2/3 left. You have to stock on some large litters to cross the border. The nearest place to refill would be...about 15 miles from here, not really hard to come by and if they try something funny, your guns will do the job. You decide to go there.

...Hmm? It's nearly night time. Anytime now...

You have arrived at a gas station. There are only a few local houses and shops nearby, an empty place and probably not in any urban business.
> You buy it legally
You carefully stopped your car in an isolated place and quickly wrap your firearms inside a bag, not forgetting to cover it with a large blanket and hide it in the corner of you before driving straight into the yard. The lights are starting to shine the area.

"A full refill! And I'd like to have 5 cans of fuel please." You speak to the one who is cleaning the equipment from your seat, a middle age man comes to you.

"Wow, you are a big spender, aren't you?!" He says, opening the cover. "May I ask where ya going?"

"That..depends." You response, already prepared for a conversation. "I'm heading to a friend and I heard that there are many byways so I think I'll stock some before I depart.

"Yeah, that's about right." He says, pumping your gasoline. "You'd better step it up if rocks on the road found yer."

"Rocks on the road?"

"You haven't heard?  Apparently there has been a bunch of fools riding their bikes and hijacking any car they find around these places. Drop a few prices at Black Market I bet."

What kind of joke is this? Escaping the police chase and having a biker gang waiting for you in your next run, your life can't never be anymore playful than now.

"It's nearly dark too." The man snaps you out of your thinking. "Maybe ya should stay the night here, it's too dangerous to travel at this hour."

"Has there been anyone dealing with this gang?" You ask in hope for a safe route. "Anyone at all?"

"Nope. Bastards got busted a few times but another just raises and repeats like generating task. That's that then, they will never be done."

Well, aren't that just the thing you need? Turn back now and the cops might not let you go again, advance and take the risk of losing four wheels may cost you your life also. You cannot afford to wait here either, the news is going to spread and letting your guard down at a time this...So much mayhem for you to take.

Challenge the law enforcer or the nasty gang? You're in deep trouble, a really, really deep trouble.
> You stay the night
Tick...tick...tick...

You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.

Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.

"Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
> You get out of here
You're slowly deteriorating and you need a fresh bite to eat. Without any hesitation, you make your way towards the food stall across the street. It will take more than a cheap meal to satisfy your hunger.

...

Hmm, the inside is not so bad, better than the shitty bar for sure. They got clean table clothes, beautiful decoration and most importantly, more people. You'd give it an above average rating if it wasn't for the space in here, a bit too narrow to move. You quickly come to the counter and order your dinner. A pancetta with fried eggs covered in hot sauce and an applepie as dessert seem like a great stomach filler for you.

You find a seat and make yourself comfortable as you wait for your meal. You silently hope that this wouldn't become your last time eating outside.

"Wah HAH!!"

That sudden loud and squeaky yell from behind nearly scares you to death. How can you be so defenseless at a time like this? You turn around to see a school-grader boy who is focusing on your mini device.

"A mini TV! It's just like in the game!!" Very enthusiastic and eager, he says while searching inside her bag and then shoves a small looking object to you. Upon looking, you see that it's a Nintendo DS. "Are you a Pokemon instructor?"

"...Wa-what? What the...?" You start to sprout nonsense at the flashing screen before you as it changes to a different one with each button the boy is pressing. It's one of those Pokemon games for the DS, been selling high among youngsters and does not have any sign to stop.

"Mr?"

"Uhh..." You have put up with a lot of things today but for the first time, you're actually speechless at this.

"Pip! Pip! You found someone?" And now it's the girl, who is also a school grader, to join the little trainer pestering around your coat. Goodness! Now you've realized that the light giving off by the portable TV inside the coat is attracting their curiosity, you have been hearing it constantly to check the news. And from what you can see from the boy's 2 screens machine, you can see what has grabbed his attention.
> You pokemon...sounds nice
You are not particularly into video games nowaday but it sure doesn't hurt to relax and play with them for a bit. You haven't played any of their Pokemon games but you still remember the show you were always watching as a kid.

"What's this game, little fellow?" You get your glasses out and casually ask the game's name from the boy, interested.

"Poom!" He spat an unnecessary but delightful slang before speaking. "It's Pokemon FireRed! My favorite of any kind!!"

"Everyday you just want to play it all the time!" The girl adds to his statement, making a quality prospectus for this game.

They seem so happy when it comes to this subject, you have the thought that you might be the only person in this town who has ever spoken openly to them. Considering how empty it is, not a surprise.

"Do you want to see my collection?" She says sitting down right next to you, not bothered by the fact that she's with a stranger, a creepy stranger you might add. "Come on Pip! You too."

"So, what's all about, your collection?" You say, eager to know about them.

"Hold on...Here!" The girl put a bunch of colorful cards from that orange bag of hers on your table and continues. "Straight from the show and the game, I got them all!" The cards are all fully organized and you can almost see the light reflecting on the surfaces, a nice deck of Pokemon cards.

"It's a nice deck. May I see them?"

"Please, mister!!!" Aww! How could someone not wanting to talk with these little darlings? They're so full of life and adorable.

Having the owner agreement, you reach for the deck and...Wow! you can still recognize most of them! You actually feel something warm inside you when you pick one by one and tell them the name of each Pokemon, the feeling from your innocent days, the love you've had for what you enjoyed. You are still a normal human being like everyone else.

...You've just realised something. You, a shade-wearing man cloaked in trentcoat, are catching most of the few attentions and you clearly do not want that to happen. A friendly stranger who wants to have a little chat with some random kids, that'll raise some eyes. You'd better have to act like a Pokemon maniac in this situation. Man, how you really want to have your food be right here for you, the sooner the better.

"Hey mister, do you collect Pokemon cards?" The boy, Pip is what she called, asks you out of the blue while you are trying to drive yourself completely into those Pocket Monsters.

"No...Not right now at least." You mumble, not really knowing what to say.

"Eh?! Why not?" Both of them speak up, they have caught you red-handed. Ok...What can you tell them? You cannot tell them that it's just for kids, that's ridiculous but hey! Maybe that will give them the sign to stop now.
> You tell them it's for kid
"Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.

"Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.

"Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"

Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
> You block with your hands
You try your best to get your butt off the chair as quick as possible to stand but the blow is still making contact when you raise both of your palms! You manage to drive his punch to your forehead by just an inch. The force is somehow absorbed but still knock your balance.

Your body pulls along the chair with you and you fall to the  floor with an unbearable pain and crazy tingles. Seem like you grab the table cloth with you too, flying cards are flickering around between you and the dangling light bulb on the ceiling.

You also hear a loud thump falling after you are on the ground...Look like your legs trip this monster down too, good thing he didn't fall on you.

"Manny!! What did you just do??!!" This is your chance to get up! You only heard a little bit of the girl yelling before your legs carry you out of the diner.

...

Well, that went quite bad but at least it's not worse than ending up on the hospital bed.

You put on your shade and the earplugs on and hit the street, waiting to hear your wanted public display. After that event on the diner, you have to resort to feeding on street food. Applepies, pancakes, disgustingly sweet desserts...You'll just have to endure those if you don't want to sleep with a growling stomach.
> You later that night
<At 4:23 this afternoon, there was a shootout at the Police Detention Center caused by an ET employer, John Namour, 28 years old with 7 criminals, 2 security guards dead and 9 officers were heavily injured during the fire-> The mini TV says in its demonic sound, you can actually feel the devil's tongue making out with your ears passionately as you sit inside your vehicle. <He was driving brown buggy, 2D74->

The doom train has came and it is waiting for you. As fearless as you can get, it only takes 1 second before your head starts making up shit and panic settles in. You hitch the blanket which has been covering your weapons and throw it on top of the trunk to cover the number plate. After that, it's the car seat that will make you comfortable for the night. You lock the handle tight and lie down, making sure there is no light remain while you tune up the TV and cover your face with the trentcoat, watching your case.

To be alone and surrounded by silent cars and motorbikes under the darkening night, it's not a good feeling...not a good feeling at all. Good thing that the weather is nice, you could never hope to sleep inside a car like this in your hometown...Such a hot and busy place. Hiding, living on the run and evading attentions from people, what a fantastic life you've gotten yourself into! Throwing your humanity away to fade and becoming a criminal.

Oh well, shit happens. You only did the right thing. You set everything you've bought from the shops to the front seats. Mostly basic things like medical stuffs, sweet toasts and water bottles,...but right now, they are packs of gold to you. Who know how much magic that could happen in your travel? It's always better to be careful.

You decide to switch channel to something else, something that can cheer you up in this gloomy moment, a TV or music shows. You turn down the volume and close your eyes, trying to sleep and listening to the entertainment that tonight might provide. It doesn't take long for the snooze to hit you, you are so tired from all that running and you need the most of full sleep. You have to wake up early and leave this awful place before anyone can get a bite out of you.
> You midnight
Oh! something is dropping on the car. Rain? How appropriate, you really need some lullaby right now. It's kind of cool to be free and alone for once, taking up shelter by yourself and sleeping in piece. You must enjoy it while it still lasts.

...Hmm, it has became a little cold in here. You begin to shiver as you get yourself up and look through the glasses. Everything seems to be quiet around here. Man, you would kill to have a smoke right now.

You suddenly think of the metal brick which has been hiding in the compartment the whole time. You head to the dashboard and hold the broken cell phone to your view. 'It has been out since the hit, what a waste...' This thing has taken 3 bullets for you and still, it refuses to die.

But it has to be gone now, such a tragedy...You throw the phone away, finding it unbelievable that you forgot to get rid of it earlier. No use in keeping the potential tracking device for the police.

The rain is falling quite heavily. That biker gang would have to be the most hard-working thugs of the Earth if they still wanted to run their business in this state. You start the engine and get out of the parking line-

And the first sight that greets you after you turned on the light is a bloody cloth which looks like it is wrapping something inside too, lovely! You step on the gas and speed up like a madman, driving towards the exit of the garage. Watch out!!!

...

It never turns out well for you, isn't it? Hell of bullets are unleashing directly on the street, right under this heavy rain! What is going on with this place?? You can't drive through the danger zone out there that's for sure, you can't even see clearly what's ahead. Uh oh! Bad turn!!! Someone has noticed your light and they don't waste any second to get rid of you.

"Get the hell out of here, shithead! OFGG!" You shoot him dead before he could do anymore damage to your car and drive its tail back to the parking section while trading fire with the attackers who are on his side.

Your day now has officially gone further beyond the worst. There is some serious conflict going on between these punks and they are powering their own dominance through the use of lethal firearms. You have to avoid getting nabbed in these.
> You break through the rear
You decide to bust through the rear entrance with your car and drive as fast as you can out of the harm way. With excellent handling reflexes, you manage to hit the road and onto the escape. To stay inside your precious vehicle over night was indeed a good choice. You blend into the rainfall and drive under the darkness...And a giant mosquito get splashed by your windshield in the process.

Peaceful time has ended and the Dark Lord is coming to spread chaos on humanity, starting with you.

"What the..." You have to yell out word of confusion at the brownish liquid remained on your sight before attempting to wash it away. It's just then, you notice something is scratching on the top of your car. You are surrounded!!! It doesn't take long for them to show their abomination form to you, gigantic mutated bloodsuckers. Why so many of them???

Just when things can't get any more cute, your car now is totally decorated in black and you hit straight to a tree, breaking your cheap windshield and allowing several tubes of death inside to harass your veins.

Y.O.U  F.A.I.L

"What has killed them?" You, now have became a spooky skeleton, fold your bones into the Thinker pose and sit on the pile of dead mosquitoes. "Hmmm...They looked completely zoned out around me, like they were possessed by something."


Oh! something is dropping on the car. Rain? How appropriate, you really need some lullaby right now. It's kind of cool to be free and alone for once, taking up shelter by yourself and sleeping in piece. You must enjoy it while it still lasts.

...Hmm, it has became a little cold in here. You begin to shiver as you get yourself up and look through the glasses. Everything seems to be quiet around here. Man, you would kill to have a smoke right now.

You suddenly think of the metal brick which has been hiding in the compartment the whole time. You head to the dashboard and hold the broken cell phone to your view. 'It has been out since the hit, what a waste...' This thing has taken 3 bullets for you and still, it refuses to die.

But it has to be gone now, such a tragedy...You throw the phone away, finding it unbelievable that you forgot to get rid of it earlier. No use in keeping the potential tracking device for the police.

The rain is falling quite heavily. That biker gang would have to be the most hard-working thugs of the Earth if they still wanted to run their business in this state. You start the engine and get out of the parking line-

And the first sight that greets you after you turned on the light is a bloody cloth which looks like it is wrapping something inside too, lovely! You step on the gas and speed up like a madman, driving towards the exit of the garage. Watch out!!!

...

It never turns out well for you, isn't it? Hell of bullets are unleashing directly on the street, right under this heavy rain! What is going on with this place?? You can't drive through the danger zone out there that's for sure, you can't even see clearly what's ahead. Uh oh! Bad turn!!! Someone has noticed your light and they don't waste any second to get rid of you.

"Get the hell out of here, shithead! OFGG!" You shoot him dead before he could do anymore damage to your car and drive its tail back to the parking section while trading fire with the attackers who are on his side.

Your day now has officially gone further beyond the worst. There is some serious conflict going on between these punks and they are powering their own dominance through the use of lethal firearms. You have to avoid getting nabbed in these.
> You wait until it's clear
A Shotgun, an Uzi and a mere shitty handgun are the only things capable of fending them off you have and you don't want to waste them. The stupidest thing is that you don't have a freaking clue on how to reload the Uzi and the Shotgun so you just bought them off without any ammo...It's gonna go to shit if you have to resort to them. Weapons of mass destruction at its finest state right here, what a load of shit your head must have been. On the bright side, you got yourself a huge piles of clips for the pistol so at least you won't have to worry about running out of option in a gunfire...which is happening right now.

"Kill him!"

It's not a good idea to stay in one place. You quickly get out of your car and crawl to another with bullets flying directly above your head and drilling noises of them to your side. It's a total death zone out there and you can only hope that they didn't intend on flaring the place up. Peaking from the bottom park of a brown car, your eyes set on their sexy legs and with them flapping around, you can easily mark your route to avoid any crossfire coming for you.

You begin to wait...

...

...

Too far away or has it ended? You realise that you have been backing yourself to the corner, isolated from any opening fire. They don't aim at you anymore. No sounds of yelling or projectiles ejecting can be heard anymore, just your breath and the drop of rain water.

With caution, you slowly move to the front and the sight before you is...quite a gory piece to add to your nightmare. The rain has created a stream of red blood along with guts and organs. You can almost see a healthy beating heart flowing by. It's too dark to make out anything else so you can't be too sure about this but...Is that a pair of cockroach's legs that is stuck inside someone's neck? And it's moving, slightly but it's still making a scene of itself.
> You investigate
You find it unbelievable that even in this scenario, you can still find excitement over something like this. What can you say? Danger is scary yet so alluring at the same time.

You carefully step over to the scene with a gun in hands, never manage hold it properly but still. Let's see here...The thing is jerking in and out the neck of the corpse as if it was trying to get itself out of the meatload. You can safely assume that it is stuck and there is nothing around resembling it.
> You shoot it
"A mosquito, what the hell??!" You burst a drop of water aside while taking aim at the abomination before you. A big black winged creature with a redish tumor sticking out of its groin area, it's a giant mosquito! Is this some kind of illusion trick your brain is playing with you? The thing is sucking his blood through its tube and thanks to your welcoming speech, it has now been aware of another human being, you.

You blast it open instantly with your pistol, not a really threatening creature to be scared of. It's screaming in pain and that hellish reaction just want you to end it. Oops, overshot!! Now it's just a big giant mess dripping yellow liquid to the bloody stream. You can't make out any of its original shape anymore.

You stare blankly at a random corpse before you as the rain starts beating it harder. He was so twisted and dried up that you almost consider it is a thick rag that you're seeing if it weren't for the clothes and the hair.

Something has seriously gone wrong...You suddenly remember the bloody cloth that was right under your car before this madness started and the mere thought of it overflows your mind. You-you have to get out of here as fast as possible! Every wrong decision right now might turn out to be your last.
> You go check it out
You decide to go back into that place to check it out yourself. It's no use standing in the rain and you have this weird hunch that something would go horribly wrong if you escaped. But it's mostly curiosity that guide your legs to find the thing which had scared you nearly to death.

You unreval the fabric mess to reveal a badly beaten up human being that you cannot recognise anymore, just a few drops of dried blood and ichor remained on the body, probably having been put under your vehicle before it started raining. A victim of those monster too? You put away your shade to have a clear look at the corpse.

Damn! The smell is messed up, you have to keep a distance from it to stand the stench. From what you can tell. This one had pretty much been clubbed to death before those things slurped their fluid. So aside from the risk of those violent thugs and the police, you got yourself a nice threat from obscenity of hell too. Why he or she was beaten to death before they got fed to those, that you don't know. What you do know is, this terror will soon end your life if you don't get out of here.

'Is there more?' You start to wonder. 'I can't be alone in this.' Before long, you find another poor soul being stuffed under another vehicle, this one...has undergone some heavy decaying and yet strangely clean at the same time. From what you can tell, the corpse was reserved pretty well and no one would have any trouble identifying the owner.

There is one another thing that now you have noticed .There are a large rows of motorcycles parking in here. You didn't recall seeing that many when you were hiding in the car. And they have those crazy marks and decoratings that make no sense, almost look like one of the symbol you usually came across in a bar or something.

 'Rock on the road?...Nah, a biker gang can not be this polite.' You quickly discard the thought of them storming this place. 'Unless the roads were blocked, they would never do something like this...Or could this awful place be their hideout and I've been fooled the whole time???'

You take a quick look at the parking lot under the rainy night. !!! You should have realised this sooner, this area has been nearly surrounded by cruisers and baggers, those types that you never want to ride on. That's it! You don't care if it's even true or not, you're getting out of here!

"Helllpppp mmee!!! Help!!"

Just when you're about to start the engine, a mixed screams of both men and women get through the glasses and into your hearing. With this heavy drop of rain water, it must have taken a lot of people to pull that off.


"Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.

"Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.

"Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"

Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
> You try to get out of the way
You pull you head backward and OW!!! Right at the sweet cheek! This dude must have been participated in some serious boxing championships, that fist would make a double KO in one swift swing. Your teeth is certainly doomed and your new look is going to make a useful disguise against the police. Unfortunately, you don't have the mind to think about all of that as you are in for a deep slumber.

Y.O.U  F.A.I.L

...

You wake up to see a ceiling fan spinning far away from your view. Damn, this place sucks! Even the thing looks like it came from the last century, not a pleasant sight to see after having a good sleep. But soon you're greeted with the face of an angel so that's not so bad. Your eyeballs snap open at the presence of a beautiful woman looking down on you.

"Hold on..." She gloomily speak as you try to sit up. "You are still in a daze, it's better if you lie down for a bit more." Her tone suggests she is in between 25 and 30, the voice is so serene. You have a feeling that this woman was the one who has been taking care of you.
> You her name
"Who are you?" You ask, eyes opened on the comfortable sheet. "And where am I?"

"You are inside the dispensary and I'm your doctor, Rudy Hills." She says, emotionless while carefully adjusting the bandage to your cheekbone. "You got quite a blunt injury from a fight but you should be fine. Although your jaw will need more time to heal back to normal, you still are able to eat. Just don't crush fast food."

"How long was I out?"

"...About half a quarter, I think?"

That's relieved, you weren't busted while unconscious. The news hasn't broadcasted anything about you yet, your face is still remained unknown to the country. But for how long though? You need to get your gear back before anything bad happen. You feel a little disappointed that you have to say goodbye to another gorgeous babe.

"I have to go. How much is the treatment?" You say, sitting up despite her warning earlier.

"...Fine." Surprisingly easy enough, she frowns a little bit but agrees. "Your fee is already covered by your friend so don't worry about it."

Wait...what? You have friends in this god forsaken place? "Friend? Who is he?"

"A fellow tucked in a fine suit called himself Manny. You and him are good friends, right?"

"...Yeah, whatever. Where is my coat?"

You quickly get your trentcoat back and everything inside is still in place, even the damn gun! Are they too lazy or just too kind to do a quick search on a patient? Hey! Where did this cash come from? You find a thick bulge of money lying in one of the pockets, that amount could give someone a heavy dinner. It might have came from some poor sucker who mistook your coat for their own. Smirking, you shamefully hide it before they could come and find you. Well, lady luck sure has fell for your charm in the previous life.

"Oh that's right!! Do you have any good medical supplies here that I can get?" With the newfound cash, your greed has triumphed over you.

You put on your shade and the earplugs on and walk out to the street, waiting to hear your wanted public display. After that event on the diner, you have to resort to feeding on street food. Applepies, pancakes, disgustingly sweet desserts...You'll just have to endure those if you don't want to sleep with a growling stomach.


"Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.

"Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.

"Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"

Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
> The Hundred Crack Fists!!
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...

Darkness, the only thing that you can only feel...can't you? You try to open your eyes but couldn't...In fact, you don't have any sensational feeling at all!

Come on!

Wake up!

Damn IT!

Finally after struggling with your brain, you manage to get a feel of your skin contact and snap your eyes opened.

!!! You're being chained to a plastic surgery table, naked with only the boxer! The cold from it is killing your back. Numberous cords and tubes are sticked into your arms and your legs! To add up the creepy formation, 2 large sized needles are injecting some weird-colored liquid into your body. With each and each of those flowing before your eyes, your skin sensation slowly fades away.

What the fuck is going on??!

"Oh!...You can still be alive?" You turn your neck to the speaker and see a beautiful, gorgeous blondie looking at you. "Admirable...Stay still! Let's chat for a bit, shall we?"

You try to open your vocal cord but find no strengths or air to do so, you can only glare at the beauty in front of your face, grinning slyly at your misery.

"Can't talk? That's too bad." She is teasing you, and she is enjoying the look you're giving. "Umm, yes! You'd make a fine work out of this. Let's see..." She checks your chest for a bit and then speaks the murderous words on your decaying breath. "It's a bother but I guess you need another method. Be ready for it."

Rudy Hills, her nameplate inprints itself into your brain after she has left. Well, her C-cups were quite a feast to the eyes at least.

Y.O.U  A.R.E  A.L.R.E.A.D.Y  D.E.A.D

'Is this it?' You ponder, looking at the dead bodies hanging on top of you. 'I wish I could chill out, this is so surreal. Maybe next time I should consider what world I'm living in before doing something stupid again.'


You're slowly deteriorating and you need a fresh bite to eat. Without any hesitation, you make your way towards the food stall across the street. It will take more than a cheap meal to satisfy your hunger.

...

Hmm, the inside is not so bad, better than the shitty bar for sure. They got clean table clothes, beautiful decoration and most importantly, more people. You'd give it an above average rating if it wasn't for the space in here, a bit too narrow to move. You quickly come to the counter and order your dinner. A pancetta with fried eggs covered in hot sauce and an applepie as dessert seem like a great stomach filler for you.

You find a seat and make yourself comfortable as you wait for your meal. You silently hope that this wouldn't become your last time eating outside.

"Wah HAH!!"

That sudden loud and squeaky yell from behind nearly scares you to death. How can you be so defenseless at a time like this? You turn around to see a school-grader boy who is focusing on your mini device.

"A mini TV! It's just like in the game!!" Very enthusiastic and eager, he says while searching inside her bag and then shoves a small looking object to you. Upon looking, you see that it's a Nintendo DS. "Are you a Pokemon instructor?"

"...Wa-what? What the...?" You start to sprout nonsense at the flashing screen before you as it changes to a different one with each button the boy is pressing. It's one of those Pokemon games for the DS, been selling high among youngsters and does not have any sign to stop.

"Mr?"

"Uhh..." You have put up with a lot of things today but for the first time, you're actually speechless at this.

"Pip! Pip! You found someone?" And now it's the girl, who is also a school grader, to join the little trainer pestering around your coat. Goodness! Now you've realized that the light giving off by the portable TV inside the coat is attracting their curiosity, you have been hearing it constantly to check the news. And from what you can see from the boy's 2 screens machine, you can see what has grabbed his attention.
> You ignore them
No, nope, nope! Not the kind you want to be involved. Ignorance is pure bliss in this situation, you continue to listen to the TV. No matter how much they try to pester you into this Pokemon stuff, you stand...you sit on your chair without giving them even a glance. Perhaps because of your hardcore coolness, they leave you as fast as they arrive. Kids, adorable but so simple sometimes. You have to crack a smile at the sight of them asking another customer.

<DUN DUN DUN!!! Who is ready to become another winner in our contest today?> A gameshow is on and it is blasting your eardrums, killing your rare happy mood instantly. You turn down the volume and lazily get back to the waiting game.

Before long, your lovely meal has arrived. You're starving so even if the quality is shit, the quantity will fix it. You pick up the fork and start with the eggs first.

"Hello sir! Where are you going?"

Hmm, sunny today sure is hot and delicious, not bad for a small size, the hens here are healthy you can tell. And now bacon...with extra steak sauce too?! You grab a slice and shove it in your mouth.

"Do you like this?"

Ehh!!! What is this? Where does this stuff come from?? You swear you can almost taste the bitter ashes in this, did they put them on the stove? Not to mention the sauce is terrible, you find no traces of the sweet and fat juice of the meat. They're pretty soft and easy to swallow though so you can forgive that. After spending time savouring the eggs while cringing at the main meal, you move onto the applepie.

"Uuu...He's so mean!"

...Uggrr! Sugar rush has no brake in this one. Sweet, soft and creamy pie, pretty good! Not the best but certainly not the worst, you can enjoy this one more time if you have to. You leave the cash down onto the table and prepare to walk out. When you are nearing the exit, you see a mountainous man in a black tux turning his back to you. Just as you're about to head for the door...

"Oh, excuse me." The man turns to you and speaks up, looking at you with quite a non-friendly manner. "I'm looking for a boy and a girl going together, they are both in grade schools. Have you seen them?"
> You ignore him
"No, I haven't." You say, fixing the earplugs as if to show him that all you have done is just listening to music. These types are something you do not want to stay with for too long.

"..." A disdainful look towards you, he clearly doesn't take a trentcoat wearing man's words. He and you have unintentionally started a stare battle against each others.

With a tired sigh, you shove him out of the way before he could beat you. "What are you, some kind of their guardian?" You spat without wanting an answer, annoyed by this man's action. Some people these days...If it wasn't for your safety right now, you'd never need to hesitate pointing the gun at this orge.

You step out of the diner with the man's hateful glare following behind.


No, nope, nope! Not the kind you want to be involved. Ignorance is pure bliss in this situation, you continue to listen to the TV. No matter how much they try to pester you into this Pokemon stuff, you stand...you sit on your chair without giving them even a glance. Perhaps because of your hardcore coolness, they leave you as fast as they arrive. Kids, adorable but so simple sometimes. You have to crack a smile at the sight of them asking another customer.

<DUN DUN DUN!!! Who is ready to become another winner in our contest today?> A gameshow is on and it is blasting your eardrums, killing your rare happy mood instantly. You turn down the volume and lazily get back to the waiting game.

Before long, your lovely meal has arrived. You're starving so even if the quality is shit, the quantity will fix it. You pick up the fork and start with the eggs first.

"Hello sir! Where are you going?"

Hmm, sunny today sure is hot and delicious, not bad for a small size, the hens here are healthy you can tell. And now bacon...with extra steak sauce too?! You grab a slice and shove it in your mouth.

"Do you like this?"

Ehh!!! What is this? Where does this stuff come from?? You swear you can almost taste the bitter ashes in this, did they put them on the stove? Not to mention the sauce is terrible, you find no traces of the sweet and fat juice of the meat. They're pretty soft and easy to swallow though so you can forgive that. After spending time savouring the eggs while cringing at the main meal, you move onto the applepie.

"Uuu...He's so mean!"

...Uggrr! Sugar rush has no brake in this one. Sweet, soft and creamy pie, pretty good! Not the best but certainly not the worst, you can enjoy this one more time if you have to. You leave the cash down onto the table and prepare to walk out. When you are nearing the exit, you see a mountainous man in a black tux turning his back to you. Just as you're about to head for the door...

"Oh, excuse me." The man turns to you and speaks up, looking at you with quite a non-friendly manner. "I'm looking for a boy and a girl going together, they are both in grade schools. Have you seen them?"
> You say yes
"Yeah. They were just here pestering people about Pokemon or something." You respond with an uncomfortable frown, you feel an annoying feeling around you that they and this man have created.

"Oh!...Do you know where they've gone to?"

"Don't know."

"..." A disdainful look towards you, he clearly doesn't take a trentcoat wearing man's words. He and you have unintentionally started a stare battle against each others...And you're slowly losing.

But then suddenly, he bows his head to you. "Please pardon me." With that said, he runs ahead of you and leaves the diner. You've not ever met anyone weirder than that these days. What the hell was that? That was completely out of nowhere.

With nothing else to ruin your day, you hit the street outside.


Tick...tick...tick...

You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.

Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.

"Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
> You finish your drink
Might as well do what you were going to do. Even though the taste is so horrible, you gulp it down in one goes, hoping for your stomach to hold up any retching urge.

You feel sober as you carelessly put the glass and a bill down. Then immediately...Frowning at the sourness, you run out of the bar and vomit everything inside out like a loosen water hose.

Yuck! Maybe you should find something to eat, you feel absolutely terrible.


Tick...tick...tick...

You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.

Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.

"Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
> You flirt
The alcohol in your blood is kind of getting out of control right now. You need to sto-

"Hey there, ~hotness!" You say, trying to force yourself not sounding like a manwhore.

"...You called me, sir?" She looks at you expectantly...no, confused is more likely to describe her stunning expression right now. Maybe you're being too forward!
> You slow down, no ladies are gonna run away
You straight up your sitting and then...a dreamy glance escapes your eyes through the thickly shade to enters her own.

"Sir? Do you want something?"

It doesn't work. What?!! You should get a blush and an embarassing bow to the side from her, not a speech line! You try your best to come up with an answer. Maybe you shouldn't have thought so highly about yourself, that would be a start.

"Can you help me find a name to put on the angelic painting before me? I'm helpless just by looking." You do your dirty tongue smoothly, making it sound like a sore one.

"Hmmm." She smirks, such a pair of delicious lips she got. "Sir? Are you trying to ask me out?"

This is some seriously sticky situation you've gotten yourself into, you just can sit there hopingly. A mature woman might not be very easy but at least you can live with that. No big trouble.

"Obvious flirting like that will get you no where, that's all I can say, big boy."

...

Shameful...Too shameful. A grown man being looked down by a lady, younger than him no less.

Y.O.U  F.A.I.L

"Too much stimulation to try and not a single one worked out, guess I am not fit to be with another." You wailfully groan, stepping out of the bar.


The alcohol in your blood is kind of getting out of control right now. You need to sto-

"Hey there, ~hotness!" You say, trying to force yourself not sounding like a manwhore.

"...You called me, sir?" She looks at you expectantly...no, confused is more likely to describe her stunning expression right now. Maybe you're being too forward!
> You charge right in, she is in your hand
"You want to hang out?" You put so much confidence in yourself that you can't help but flash a dirty grin at her.

"...Please, I'm working sir." She says, glaring at you hatefully.

Uh oh! You hit the wrong desk this time. This girl was well-educated alright, you've been fooled! But the rat has been out of the bag, you have no choice but to go with the flow.

"Whatever you want will be yours, sweet cheeks. The only thing I can ever hope to see is the shimmering body under those garment." Being a giant pervert, you nearly lick your mouth at the sight of hers.

"No."

Ohhkaa...Wait what? What?

"You will not get anything from me, you dirty bastard!" Her looks she's giving can pass for a hard slap right now. "I'm not a whore!!"

You are...not gonna walk out of here without receiving a few bruises from her, you freak. You sprint out of the bar before some pretty remarks could be thrown at you.

Y.O.U  F.A.I.L

"I'm...Why am I such an idiot? Damn!" You blame yourself and your forcefulness with a scratch to your block head...and a feel to your empty stomach. "Stay away from good-looking woman when you are drinking I guess...If I run into her again, better be prepared for the pain."


You carefully stopped your car in an isolated place and quickly wrap your firearms inside a bag, not forgetting to cover it with a large blanket and hide it in the corner of you before driving straight into the yard. The lights are starting to shine the area.

"A full refill! And I'd like to have 5 cans of fuel please." You speak to the one who is cleaning the equipment from your seat, a middle age man comes to you.

"Wow, you are a big spender, aren't you?!" He says, opening the cover. "May I ask where ya going?"

"That..depends." You response, already prepared for a conversation. "I'm heading to a friend and I heard that there are many byways so I think I'll stock some before I depart.

"Yeah, that's about right." He says, pumping your gasoline. "You'd better step it up if rocks on the road found yer."

"Rocks on the road?"

"You haven't heard?  Apparently there has been a bunch of fools riding their bikes and hijacking any car they find around these places. Drop a few prices at Black Market I bet."

What kind of joke is this? Escaping the police chase and having a biker gang waiting for you in your next run, your life can't never be anymore playful than now.

"It's nearly dark too." The man snaps you out of your thinking. "Maybe ya should stay the night here, it's too dangerous to travel at this hour."

"Has there been anyone dealing with this gang?" You ask in hope for a safe route. "Anyone at all?"

"Nope. Bastards got busted a few times but another just raises and repeats like generating task. That's that then, they will never be done."

Well, aren't that just the thing you need? Turn back now and the cops might not let you go again, advance and take the risk of losing four wheels may cost you your life also. You cannot afford to wait here either, the news is going to spread and letting your guard down at a time this...So much mayhem for you to take.

Challenge the law enforcer or the nasty gang? You're in deep trouble, a really, really deep trouble.
> You risk your life
You should never have chosen this road, it's the worst possible trail you've ever seen in your life. Roadkilled animals, full of dead ends leading to the falling death or harsh mud slowing you down and it's dark like your unlit office.

But those are nothing compare to what you're avoiding right now. There is a biker gang risking their pitiful lives to steal your goods and might even kill you in the process. Due to the condition of the road, you can't seem to find a way to lose these experienced robbers who are familiar with this area.

You pull out your repeater and start to spread deadly painful yelps and fresh blood among them. They're criminals, right? Wiping a few scums is just the same work you've done.

"Fuck! A gun, he got a gun! AGGHRRR!

"A fat loot! Fire away, boys!"

Your opening fire has started a shootout between a lone car and packs of bikers. Each shot traded equals a body part of someone rendered useless and you can only pray that you're not the next one.

"Let's see if you like THIS!!!"

"AGGGGGRRR!!!"

"GET OUT OF THE WAY, FOOLS! ROCK ON THE ROAD!"

A rounds of bullets start to fly towards you and shriek their destruction power into your ears. A gatling gun! And they're not afraid of using rapid-fires even with the front row being in the way, they want your life!

You have to think of a way!
> You use one of the cans
To be suggestive, that's one suicidal way to use the fuel.

You grab one of the cans and wait for the fires to clear. Your car will have to endure for just one round and you'll have to be precise with the timing too. This is probably the stupidest idea that you can imagine but in the nick of time, no one can really blame your failure on this.

When biker gang hit, they really hit profusely. There seems to be no signs of that gun and the screams from their own men stopping, it's so brutal just to hear this while trying to make your way through this. Aren't they aware of how many poor squirrels and vixens they just squashed?...It's unbelievable that you're thinking about that while being chased to death!

"LOCK AND RELOAD! BABY WHHHooooooSSSSEEE!!!"

There! 1...2...3! You throw the gas can through the windows. If you miss, there is a good chance they might slip on those.

It takes about a mere second before an entire area is suddenly beaming with light. Old-schooled blue flame of death caused by gasoline...so beautiful, so serene yet so traumatic with their bodies being burned and their bikes getting imploded. As wonderful as it sounds like, you cannot bear to watch. You just set the forest on fire, man...You have to get out of here quickly.

You know...Getting away with murders is really becoming more like something belonged to you. Was it luck, or your actual skill that you had in store that has given you the state of a cold-blooded killer?
> You alright! Enough daydreaming!
You are dead if you think you could escape from the infamous biker gang.

Y.O.U  F.A.I.L

"I don't know if risking my life or being a criminal led me into this." You say directly to the scattering and burnt corpses lying in your way. "But know. I will take any life to ensure my own...even THIS!" You put the gun inside your mouth and pull the trigger, ending the pain from numberous bleeding holes in your body.

...If it has to be taken, then let's just do it like you has intended to right in the beginning.


You should never have chosen this road, it's the worst possible trail you've ever seen in your life. Roadkilled animals, full of dead ends leading to the falling death or harsh mud slowing you down and it's dark like your unlit office.

But those are nothing compare to what you're avoiding right now. There is a biker gang risking their pitiful lives to steal your goods and might even kill you in the process. Due to the condition of the road, you can't seem to find a way to lose these experienced robbers who are familiar with this area.

You pull out your repeater and start to spread deadly painful yelps and fresh blood among them. They're criminals, right? Wiping a few scums is just the same work you've done.

"Fuck! A gun, he got a gun! AGGHRRR!

"A fat loot! Fire away, boys!"

Your opening fire has started a shootout between a lone car and packs of bikers. Each shot traded equals a body part of someone rendered useless and you can only pray that you're not the next one.

"Let's see if you like THIS!!!"

"AGGGGGRRR!!!"

"GET OUT OF THE WAY, FOOLS! ROCK ON THE ROAD!"

A rounds of bullets start to fly towards you and shriek their destruction power into your ears. A gatling gun! And they're not afraid of using rapid-fires even with the front row being in the way, they want your life!

You have to think of a way!
> You aim for the holder
You suddenly has this urge just to stick your head out and aim for one who is firing at you. Hearing all those screams from their fellows being used as targets practice by the shooter slowly boil the anger inside your heart, you're always despite these kind of scumbags, coward and lack any responsiblity whatsoever. Strange...you of all people should be thankful by this. After all, is the fact that they're literally decreasing their own numbers down a good thing to you?

"LOCK AND RELOAD, BABY!!!"

Making use of their obvious free shot giveaway, you decide to risk your life. What's a better way to protect yourself other than being a badass while at it too?

Oh hoh, you're cute...a batshit crazy type of endearing actually. You seriously need some help when you go to hell.

Taking a good look at the shooters thanks to the motorcycle's light reflecting on them, you quickly pinpoint the huge crank-driven bastard. Without wasting any precious second, your tongue jingles by itself 3 times and both your hands join in the harmony.

"He is there! Bastard's sticking out!"

The bullet comes out flying and...It would be a real wrench for you if this missed.

"AHGHGGGGG!!!"

...It seems like you hit your target's...jaw or something, you can hear him screaming and some of motor's engines dying down, the gunfire has been ceased too.

"BOSS! Boss got shot!!

Holy...What the...

"Shut the hell up! Chase after that son of a bitch!"

"BOss! Boss!...Boss??!!! Don't scare the group like that!"

A gentle and pleasant feeling sweeps over your inside, to think you actually did it, you, a normal average Joe who hasn't received any training on how to operate or shoot a gun. You have cleaned another despicable piece of shit off the world!

You drive far away with terrific handling skill, your car is like aviating through the roughness of the terrain. The odds of you surviving yet another chase wasn't very much but you have actually passed it with flying colors!


TV...checked.

Sunglasses...checked.

Trench coat...Unnecessary but you couldn't just leave your skinny bones out, it has doubled your luck and your appearance to be unique...Also checked.

Good thing your face hasn't really hit the mark of any media type out there yet, but your time is running out. Lying low will have to be in another place, a safe and secure one far away from here.

You check the plate covering your gas meter and see that it still got 2/3 left. You have to stock on some large litters to cross the border. The nearest place to refill would be...about 15 miles from here, not really hard to come by and if they try something funny, your guns will do the job. You decide to go there.

...Hmm? It's nearly night time. Anytime now...

You have arrived at a gas station. There are only a few local houses and shops nearby, an empty place and probably not in any urban business.
> You sophisticated stealing
At least you know how to reload a basic handgun while totally clueless about anything else. What is there to blame besides yourself? You were nuts, and you still are right now. You load the inside the barrel of your pistol with a fresh clip and proceed to approach the gas station slowly. You park the car just behind the wall surrounding the place and sneak into the yard on foot. Before the employer, a man in mid 40 can sense you, his hands have already raised behind his head as you hold him up at gunpoint.

"Sorry for this." You say, looking frantically side by side. "Get me 6 litters of gasoline. Try anything funny and I will torch this place down in an instant."

"A-Alright." He answers your order by slowly walking towards the container to grab the cans. "Here...just chill out, okay?"

"Good. Grab those and go forward." You demand, wanting to be sure of your position to the eyes of any people outside. "Turn around now."

You lead him back to your vehicle, the poor man is struggling to carry the fuel one by one.

"Open all of the covers, I want to see them."

He does so and backs away to the wall, allowing you to have a look at the containers...Yep! It seems like all of them are pure gasoline alright.

"Good. Now go back to your place and I swear if I see the cops hogging the horn anytime now, I'll mark all flammable stuffs inside that place my practicing target. Are we clear on that?"

"Yeah...I see your point." He says, throwing a dirty look behind you as you get in your car.

"Nice doing business with you, mate." You crack a smile at your victim. "Good bye."

Yeah, screw all of that moral bullshit. You got the gun, you are the winner.


You're a murderer.

Running head first into that place and blasting everything to hell. Raiding the detention center just to get a few kills on those who raped and pushed your crush to suicide doesn't seem like a good idea after all. You're not even her type to bother, you should just have left them rotting in jail instead. Now you got yourself rows and rows of police forces chasing after you and there is no such thing like a way back. You're brown bread to the eyes of your loved ones now, and you gotta make a run for it. Whenever you see a turn, you can only hope that it doesn't lead to a dead end.

That phone call should have never reached you. Crazy love, you blame all the things you've done to it. It forced you to flee your office, turned your mind into a madman and put that thing on your hand. After that, it was only chaos. You were gonna going to end your life when the flame inside died out...but didn't...and you still can't find the courage.

"PULL OVER!!! PULL OVER NOW!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOU!!!"

They finally talk with bullets huh? Maybe you should focus on stepping on the gas instead of having random flashbacks.
> You okay, turn on the gas. No need to get touchy now.
The pedal is being extremely abused by you as your vehicle blows off blindful storms of broken leaves and dirt back to your pursuers. Every turn you make equals a nightmare, your eyes cannot keep up with what in front of you anymore. You pray for the safety of the tires as well as yours. Nothing but speed and gunshot keep you stay intact with the world.

Shreeekkkk!!! The glass door from behind has gone down!

'These cops!...This some kind of game to you???' You think, making a zic-zac move to dodge another straight shot. You can't afford to panic, anything but that. Hot and cold sweats mixed together run along your forehead and down to your lip, a salty taste quickly dominate your saliva. *Gulp*

The tires are still normal, that was just a lucky shot...but a warning that you should step up pass the limitation!!


You are Linda Niles, at just 19 you have become one of the most famous singers on the planet, your career started at 15 and you have enjoyed rave reviews, record breaking sales and all the fans a person could want. In addition, you have managed  to avoid scandals and developing an ego, which have destroyed countless other singer careers, you live a life most dream of.

Another typical day of your life, you are to make an appearance at the Destiny Hill Mall located in Destiny Hill, New Jersey. Recently you have become the spokeswoman, for Zidane's clothing and you are there to promote the opening of their newest store. They are a hoity toity clothing store that is hoping your endorsement will have people buy from them despite their outrageous prices.

You arrive at the mall around noon in a inconspicuous car so the dozens of people waiting around outside don't notice you. The car stops in in the employee parking lot, you get out and sneak in through the employee entrance which is surround by half dozen police officers. Once inside you head up a flight of stairs, hearing the screaming of your fans, there must be hundreds of them. This doesn't bother you as you've had countless concerts that had as much 20,000 fans so it's actually more quiet then normal. At the top of the steps is the back exit to Zidane's, you knock and a giant mall security guard opens and lets you in.

Heading towards the front of the store past the expensive clothes is a chair and a table with markers and a stack of photos of yourself. The screaming fans are kept outside and become even louder when they see you. A few more security guards are standing beside you as you take your seat. Along with them is Steve your lifelong photographer who has his camera on a tripod ready to take your picture with the fans. Police officers stand outside the store as the door's open letting the noise enter the store, which is unpleasant to the guards but not you.

The first few fans come in and it is a pretty routine affair. You ask their name, you sign an autograph, they tell how great you are while trying contain their excitement, you take a picture with them and they leave. No matter how many times you've done this, you avoid going on auto pilot. You remain sincere and genuine for every fan, no doubt a factor to your success.

The next fan that comes appears to be a bit uneasy, He's looks just one or two years older then you, he has fair skin and short black hair that he keeps nervously scratching and light brown eyes that seem to be intentionally looking away from you. You've dealt with people who were nervous in your presence before and have dealt with people a bit socially awkward, this guy however was different, you don't know why but your gut is telling you something is off. He approaches the table, you could have security kick him out or you could sign the autograph and just get this over with
> You kick him out
You've trusted your instincts your whole life and they have never let you down. You signal to the security guard to escort him out. The guard grabs the man by the arm and takes him out of the store. The rest of the meet and greet goes well and after several hours you head out the back of the store, back down the stairs and into the inconspicuous car.  On the way home you get a cell phone call, it's your agent Lenny Hamliton.

"Hey Lenny" you kindly say as you answer the phone.

"What did you do?" Lenny angrily asks at the other end.

You find this a bit odd since Lenny is usually calm.

"What are you talking about?" You ask somewhat confused.

"The media is saying you booted out a fan for no reason, I've been getting calls from news station, all day"

"I found something odd about him, I don't know, something just didn't sit well"

"I can't tell that to the press, they will be talking about this for weeks"

"It'll blow over"

"Maybe with someone else, but because you've been known for your spotless reputation, it'll hurt a lot more"

Lenny hangs up on you, over the coming weeks it turns out you were both right in a way. The incident is talked about on all the tabloid papers and gossip sites. The identity of the man is never found out. Flame wars start on the internet over what you did was right or not. Your career continues to shine but you notice something is different, you are now just a singer, not the singer. This change takes a bit getting used too but you manage.


You are Linda Niles, at just 19 you have become one of the most famous singers on the planet, your career started at 15 and you have enjoyed rave reviews, record breaking sales and all the fans a person could want. In addition, you have managed  to avoid scandals and developing an ego, which have destroyed countless other singer careers, you live a life most dream of.

Another typical day of your life, you are to make an appearance at the Destiny Hill Mall located in Destiny Hill, New Jersey. Recently you have become the spokeswoman, for Zidane's clothing and you are there to promote the opening of their newest store. They are a hoity toity clothing store that is hoping your endorsement will have people buy from them despite their outrageous prices.

You arrive at the mall around noon in a inconspicuous car so the dozens of people waiting around outside don't notice you. The car stops in in the employee parking lot, you get out and sneak in through the employee entrance which is surround by half dozen police officers. Once inside you head up a flight of stairs, hearing the screaming of your fans, there must be hundreds of them. This doesn't bother you as you've had countless concerts that had as much 20,000 fans so it's actually more quiet then normal. At the top of the steps is the back exit to Zidane's, you knock and a giant mall security guard opens and lets you in.

Heading towards the front of the store past the expensive clothes is a chair and a table with markers and a stack of photos of yourself. The screaming fans are kept outside and become even louder when they see you. A few more security guards are standing beside you as you take your seat. Along with them is Steve your lifelong photographer who has his camera on a tripod ready to take your picture with the fans. Police officers stand outside the store as the door's open letting the noise enter the store, which is unpleasant to the guards but not you.

The first few fans come in and it is a pretty routine affair. You ask their name, you sign an autograph, they tell how great you are while trying contain their excitement, you take a picture with them and they leave. No matter how many times you've done this, you avoid going on auto pilot. You remain sincere and genuine for every fan, no doubt a factor to your success.

The next fan that comes appears to be a bit uneasy, He's looks just one or two years older then you, he has fair skin and short black hair that he keeps nervously scratching and light brown eyes that seem to be intentionally looking away from you. You've dealt with people who were nervous in your presence before and have dealt with people a bit socially awkward, this guy however was different, you don't know why but your gut is telling you something is off. He approaches the table, you could have security kick him out or you could sign the autograph and just get this over with
> You sign autograph
You decide to just sign the autograph and move on. Everyone has to deal with a werido at some point in their life, no sense in stressing over it. The man approaches the table.

"Name?" You ask with a hint of fear in your voice.

"Uh, Jacob" the man replied as if he had trouble remembering his own name.

"To Jacob, keep on rocking your's truly Linda Niles" you say aloud as you write it out the photo.

You hand the photo Jacob and notice his hand is a bit shaky as he takes it from you, he also seems to be sweating a bit. You wonder which one of you is more on edge, no matter this will be over with a bit. You just need to take a photo and he'll be on his way.  You and Jacob walk in front of the backdrop that has been set up on the wall, in front you is Steve with his camera.

"Nice big smile now" Steve says in a robotic tone.

While looking at the camera, you fail to notice Jacob as he puts hand into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief, you also don't notice until the last minute that he puts it over your mouth as he puts his other arm around your waist and hoists you over his shoulder. The smell of the handkerchief is sweet and soon your vision begins to get blurry and your hearing decreases. You can barely make out security guards chasing after you as Jacob runs out of the store and down the stairs while holding you in a fireman's carry. Things get blurrier and blurrier until you blackout.

> You some time later
You awaken in a small room with a throbbing headache, it takes a moment for things to come into focus. When they do you see a beige sofa and a flat screen tv on the wall. Dust bunnies are on the carpeted floor and there are two doors leading out the room. You try the first door and it is locked, while the second door leads to even smaller bathroom complete with a toilet, shower and sink. You're not quite sure what to do next.
> You watch TV
You sit down on the sofa and notice the remote on one of the cushions. You use it to turn it on the TV which is currently on a news stations and not your surprise, your kidnapping is the top story.

Several hours ago, renowned singer Linda Niles was kidnapped in broad daylight as she attended a meet and greet at the grand opening of a Zidane's clothing store in Destiny Hill Mall, here in Destiny Hill, New Jersey. Fans are furious that despite Police protection, the kidnapper was able to abduct Linda without a weapon and eluded police capture. Chief of Police Terry Shepard has already announced his resignation.

The FBI have taken over investigating the kidnapping. The man entered Zidane's shortly after the Meet and Greet, grabbed Linda Niles and escaped through the back exit, he then entered  a car and drove off. A car believed to be used by the kidnapper was found in an abandoned gas station. The car had been reported stolen a week and the owner is not believed to be part of the abduction. It is strongly believed that the kidnapper is a local resident and that Linda is still in Destiny Hill. The FBI said they are doing everything they can to make sure Linda Niles is found alive and bring the culprits to justice. Linda Niles came to fame at 15 when her single...."

 You turn off the TV after they begin talking about your career, no need to hear about it, you know it far better then anyone else.
> You wait
You lay down on the sofa, wondering what lays in store for you. No one would go through all this trouble for no reason and you dread learning what that reason is. Does the kidnapper simply want a ransom or do they have something more sinister in mind? You notice there are no windows in this room and the bleak white walls are not helping you stay positive. You can't let fear overcome you, only by thinking rational will you get out of this.

Suddenly the door that was locked opens up and the man who kidnapped you appears, he is holding a tray with a paper bag on it, he appears nervous and is looking down at the tray and not you.
> You demand to be let go
"Let me go right now or you're going to face serious consequences" You demand.

The kidnapper is taken aback by your yelling and drops the tray. You soon realize that he is coward and the door behind him is wide open. You push him aside and bolt through the door, the next room is a larger version of the one you were just in, carpeted floors with dust bunnies, bleak white walls and no windows. In the middle of the room is is a staircase which you quickly run up. At the top of the stairs you find yourself in a foyer and figure out that you are in a residential house. After quickly looking around you eye the front door and dash towards it. The door isn't locked as you swing it open and run outside.

You run, run some more and keep running, never stopping to look back to see if the man is following you. After maybe an hour your legs simply don't have the energy and you collapse on someone's yard. Luckily the owner is home and when they see you on the ground they quickly the police. When cops get there you explain who you are and they rush you to a local hospital, with full police and FBI protection of course.

At the hospital, you are checked to see if you have physical wounds or emotional trauma. Physically you are fine, mentally not so much, after a few days you are sent back to your home Los Angeles. The police never find the kidnapper, you were in such a rush when you ran out that you can't retrace your steps from where you were found. You never looked back at the house when you escaped that you have no idea what it looks like, let alone the street you were on.

The worse news is that the events have changed you, as you become withdrawn, don't have any more meet and greets, in fact you never do anything that directly involves interacting with the fans again. Even worse is that you become difficult to work with. At all future concerts you have a beefed up security presence. At first people sympathize with you, considering what you've been through, but as the years go on and your behavior only gets worse, all that sympathy goes away. Rumors begin to speared that the entire incident was a publicity stunt and not many people defend you. This damages your career but doesn't destroy it, however things have forever changed and not for the better.