text: [Themes: modern, serious]
  
  The sun's rays were penetrating at the windows and all I felt that it was the first day in my new life. I turned off the alarm and walked towards the bathroom to wash my face. I could see in mirror that I was getting old and my body has changed to cold. I just want everything to be changed as it was earlier. When I was small and happy with my family but now, all those days are just broken memories that are never going to happen again. I always think that violence is not a good thing but what one can do who have seen the death of parents by the own eyes. These days, everyone merely dares to stand my way, but that is not what I want. I only want revenge from those who have murdered my entire family, not from anyone else. I don't want survival but I want victory; victory of honor and truth and blood. I want everyone to scream when they see me as it makes me happy for awhile.
  
  I don't know the names of people who have killed my family but I swear, 'I will find those names one day'. I know that if I killed my enemies then police will be next to me, but I don't fear them; I'll simply surrender because my mission is to kill my family enemies; not police nor anyone else. But if anyone would try to stop me before, then I will have no mercy or regret for them. And I'm fully capable to fight my enemies.
  
  [Author's Note: My life was getting harder and harder as I was growing up. I was all alone after the death of my parents and relatives, all were killed by the town members because they couldn't pay the taxes within the alloted time. But I was left alive and who have witnessed the death of my all the family members by my eyes. Few were burned, some of them were thrown into well, my parents....and all...all....were dead. The only thing that was left for me was revenge for the thirst of blood. And from that day, I promised, no one will have mercy. WARNING: This is my first storygame and as you many guys know English isn't my first language.]
  
  > start the Mission
  I washed my face and was ready into a black trouser and brown jacket. I picked up the gun and changed the margin of it before moving out. The streets were all empty as before and merely I could see anyone walking. I walked about a mile in the cold atmosphere before getting taxi.
  
  The taxi driver asked, 'where should I take you?'.
  
  Without wasting a second I said, 'to the Munich, at the Craig's bar'.
  
  I was sitting behind the driver and was seeing the people laughing and walking with happiness; all together. I just felt bad on myself and was trying to be as cold as possible, so that I don't hurt anymore. Within about an hour, taxi-driver leaved me in the front of Craig's bar; who is best friend of mine. I waited few seconds outside, then slightly walked in with giving a little push to the door.
  
  Inside the bar everything was seeming okay; at least yet. At the next glimpse I saw Craig Sinclair standing beside the desk, which was about five metres away from me.
  
  'Hello! Craig'. I said.
  
  'Oh! Welcome big boy; Smith'. He said.
  
  He asked me to sit and I thanks for that. I told him that I was in a hurry and needed few important answers from you. He smiled and said, 'You're always welcome for that Smith.'
  
  I have heard about ten persons who might have killed my family but only five names I could remember. So, you tell me first about...mmm.
  
  > You're done with questions
  I thanked Craig for his help and went out from the bar. Outside the weather was changed and the temperature was decreased. I zip off the chain of my jacket and waited about for five minutes for taxi. I could see the crowd decreasing slowly and slowly. I felt that my eyes have went red and it seemed like I got blood in my veins. Few minutes later, I realized that I was inside the bar again and Craig Sinclair was standing infront of me and seemed like he was ready for fight; but I just don't know what wrong was happening with me.
  
  It was the lightning streak that saved my life. At the instant that Craig started to squeeze the trigger, the sudden flash of light outside the window distracted him for a movement. I moved, and the bullet hit me in my right shoulder instead of my chest. As Craig raised the gun to fire again, I gave a side-thrust kick, knocking the gun out of Craig's hand. He spun forward and punched me hard in my wounded shoulder. The pain was excruciating. My jacket was covered with blood. I lashed out with a forward elbow smash. Craig grunted with pain. He riposted with a deadly shuto chop to the neck, and I evaded it. We both circled each other, and were breathing hard, looking for an oppening. We fought silently in a deadly ritual older than time, and we knew that only one of us would come out of this alive. I was weakening. The pain in my shoulder was increasing, and I could see my blood dripping to the floor.
  
  Time was on Craig's side. I've got to end this quickly, I thought. I moved in with a front snap kick. Instead of evading it, Craig took the full force of it, and was close enough to me to drive his elbow into my shoulder. I staggered. Craig moved in with a spin and back kick, and I faltered. Craig was on top of me in an instant, pummeling me, pounding my shoulder again and again, backing me across the bar. I was too weak to stop the rain of punishing blows. My eyes began to dim. I fell against Craig, grabbing me, and we both went down, smashing a glass table, shattering it. I lay on the floor, powerless to move. It's over, I've won, Craig thought.
  
  I lay there, half-conscious, waiting for Craig to finish me off. Nothing happened. Slowly, painfully, I lifted my head. Craig lay next to me on the floor, his eyes opened wide, staring at the ceiling. A large shard of glass, like a transparent dagger, protruded from his chest. I struggled to sit up. I was weak from the loss of blood. My shoulder was an ocean of pain. I have to get to a doctor, I thought.
  
  I guess, Craig was involved in the killing of my family
  
  > visit Hospital
  There was a name......someone that my mom used in home.....someone at the Munich Hospital. Brody. That was it. Chris Brody.
  
  Dr. Brody was ready to leave his office for the day when the telephone call came in. His nurse had already gone home, so he picked up the phone. The voice at the other end of the phone was slurred. 'Dr. Brody?'
  'Yes.'
  'This is Dwayne Smith.....need your help. I've been badly hurt. Will you help me?'
  'Of course. Where are you?'
  'Never mind that. I'll meet you at the Munich Hospital in half an hour.'
  'I'll be there. Go right to the Emergency Room.'
  'Doctor-don't mention this call to anyone.'
  'You have my word.' The line went dead.
  
  He heard the reception door open and looked up. I was standing there with a gun in my hand. 'On second thoughts,' I said, 'it might be better if you treated me here.' The doctor tried to conceal my surprise. 'You.....you should be in a hospital.'
  Patch me up and make it fast. It was difficult to talk. Dr started to protest, then thought better of it. 'Yes. Whatever you say. I'd better give you an anaesthetic. It will....'
  'Don't even think about it,' I said. 'No tricks.' I was holding the gun in my left hand. 'If I don't get out of here alive, neither do you. Any questions?' I felt faint. Dr. Brody swallowed. 'No.'
  
  'Then get to work.'
  Dr. Brody led me into next room, an examining room filled with medical equipment. Slowly and carefully, I slipped out of my jacket. Holding the gun in my hand, I sat down on the table. Dr Brody had a scalpel in his hand. My fingers tightened on the trigger.
  
  'Relax,' Dr Brody said nervously. 'I'm just going to cut your shirt.' The wound was raw and red, and seeping blood. 'The bullet is till in there,' Dr Brody said. 'You won't be able to stand the pain unless I give you.....'
  
  'No!' I was not going to let myself be drugged. 'Just take it out.' 'Whatever you say.'
  I watched the doctor walk over to a sterilizing unit and put in a pair of forceps. I sat on the edge of the table, fighting off the dizziness that threatened to engulf me. I closed my eyes for a moment, and Dr Brody was standing in front of me, the forceps in his hand. 'Here we go.'
  
  After about an hour I was out from that area and the pain has almost gone. I could see the clouds again but I can't say anything about dead Craig.
  
  > walk ahead
  The pain was almost gone and I was on my way. I could see everyone having eyes on me, staring like I was new here. I wasn't new but the missions were new and very deadly that I could never imagine. My best friend had gone away from this world and I could also realize water in my eyes. I've never cried since my occupation but today I can't stop myself from crying. I've never wondered that my best friend will become my deadliest enemy and to whom I have already killed unknowingly. That was just lighting which has saved my life so, I'm thankful to that. I could see only darkness everywhere even in lights. Everyone has left me alone but my gun is with me and who is all my family and will be forever. For a moment I thought of suiciding but then thought rather I should continue to come across of my pain in which I'm living from about twenty of years. I've lived each minute in darkness and really know how tough the time can go if you are unhappy with your life.
  
  The first few drops of clean rain water awakened me. I was lying on a park bench, too exhausted to move. For the last two hours, I had felt my life energy flowing out of me. I am going to die here on this planet. I drifted into what I thought would be my last sleep. And then, the rain came. The blessed rain. I could hardly believe it. I lifted my head to the sky and felt the cool drops running down my face. It began to rain harder, and harder. Fresh, pure liquid. I stood up then, and raised my hands high, letting the water pour over me, giving me new strength, bringing me back to life. I let the rain water fill my body, absorbing it into my very essence, until I began to feel my tiredness vanish. I felt myself growing stronger and stronger, until finally, I thought,
  
  I am ready. I can think clearly. I know whom to finish.
  
  > Wanna eat some food!
  The restaurant was crowded with patrons, and noisy with conversation and the clatter of dishes. I found a table against the wall, and took a seat facing the door. A waiter approached and handed me menus.
  
  The police are looking for you, aren't they?', A young girl of my age asked me. 'Don't treat me like a fool. I want to help you.' I was watching her warily. 'Why should you help me and who are you?'
  Girl leaned forward. 'Because I like you, you have saved my life few months ago. Do you remember?' No, I don't. But I hate police. You don't know what it's like to be out on the streets, hounded by them, treated like dirt. They have arrested me for nothing, but they take me to their back rooms and pass me around. They are animals. I would do anything to get even with them. Anything. 'I can help you.'
  'Girl, there's nothing you.....' Leave me alone otherwise.....
  
  I stepped out of the restaurant, into the street. Memories hit me like a blast of cold air. I've walked here with my girfriend, (when I was eighteen, but now she had gone too) exploring the little side streets, and strolled down Via Ignazio Cerio and Via di Campo. It had been a magic time. We have visited the Grotta Czzurra, and had morning coffee at the Piazza Umberto. We took the funicular up to Cnazapri, and rode donkeys to Villa Jovis, Tiberius's villa, and swam in the emerald green waters at the Mariana Diccola. We shopped along Via Vittorio Emanuele and took the chair lift to the top of Monte Folaro, our feet skimming over the vine leaves and leafy trees. Off to the right we could see the houses sprinkled down the hillside toward the sea, yellow broom covering the ground, an eleven minute ride through a colourful fairyland of green trees, white houses and, in the distance. the blue sea.
  
  I can't forget her too. She was my world. But they killed her too for money.
  
  > go to sleep
  It was late at night when I arrived back to Munich. The air was cold an crisp and there was a full moon. I rented a car and took the now familiar drive to my little village of Sappel. I drove past the church and pulled up in front of my home.
  
  The creaking of the bedroom door awakened me. I sat up in bed, instantly alert. Someone was moving toward the bed. I tensed, ready to spring. I smelled her perfume then, and felt the girl slide in beside me.
  'Girl...... What are you.....?'
  'Ssh.' Her body pressed against me. She was naked. 'I got lonely,' she whispered. She snuggled closer to me.
  'I can't do anything for you, better go out of my house.'
  Girl said, 'No? Then let me do something for you.' Her voice was soft.
  'It's no use. You can't.'
  I felt a deep frustration. I wanted to spare both of us the embarrassment of what was not going to happen.
  'Don't you like me, Smith? Do you not think I have a beautiful body?'
  'Yes.' And she did. I could feel the warmth of my body pressing closer.
  She was stroking me gently, rippling her fingers up and down my chest, moving lightly toward my groin.
  'Girl, I can't make love. I haven't been able to be with a woman since......for a long time.'
  
  In the morning, as the pale light was coming through the window. I awakened. There was no girl in the bed, even not in a whole house.
  
  I believe that was a nightmare.
  
  > Day Two
  After completing the morning routine I went outside to streets and watched the deep silence everywhere, even in my heart. I have seen how old and bad I'm getting day by day. I rode through the streets via car that I have rented for two days. It was surprisingly very old car and the breaks were highly jammed. For a moment I felt that I was seeing a girl to whom I've met in restaurnant and in my nightmare too. I shaken my head and touched the chest to be sure that it was not a dream again. Suddenly, I realized that I have been chased by the police. I could see their cars and could heard the deadly sirens terrorizing my ears. I fastened the speed of car and turned toward the right street which was taking me to north of Munich. But it wasn't seeming that they have stopped chasing me; they were next to me and were trying to burst out the wheels by shooting. And they succeeded a bit in their task, one of the wheel was bursted out and car started to tremble and suddenly it became uncontrollable to manage.
  
  It was seeming like someone had informed them about me and now they have no way of leaving me alone. Now, I could hardly manage the control of the car, everything was getting bad. Brakes were not even working properly and I realizes that my body was getting cold again. First I thought of surrendering but then decided to show them off. I reloaded my gun, which was having just eighteen bullets more and jumped off the car to the streets and was ready for another action.
  
  I targeted the police car which was right infront of me and shooted the wheels to let them burst. That police car was destroyed within few seconds from the time when I shooted the hell of it. I saw that they were too many and I can't fight with each of them so, I decided to have a big run to the streets. Police were shooting me continuously but I was so lucky to escape from them. I ran for about five minutes and stopped after realizing that they were no more next to me and now I could hardly breathe. I felt little pain in my shoulder but it was gone when I saw that I was standing next to the building in which one of my enemy works. I was almost sure.
  
  > enter the building
  I entered the building and found nothing in the hall; I mean no one was there except a deep silence. I found it little annoying to search the building as I don't know the face of the person to whom I have to finish off. I used the elevator to directly go to the fifth floor; but I just don't know why I pushed fifth floor button in elevator. When I reached the floor a huge hall was there but no one seems there too. I finally decided to go at the roof of the building. The roof was covered with few armed men in black coats; about ten men were there and one another man was there in leather jacket talking with someone else. I guessed, a man in a leather jacket was a person to whom I have to kill. But for a moment I thought it was impossible because only fourteen bullets were left and they were seeming almost very powerful by their first appearance.
  
  I made my first step and shooted the two guys with two bullets on their head. It was a fter a long time when I have used the gun to kill again. But within a moment others started firing at me but I used door as a cover; but it didn't worked for a long time. It saved me from about fire of twenty quick bullets but after that it shattered into pieces. And my heart quickened at that time. No idea was coming in my mind; only I could thought of surrendering but that I have never learnt in my entire life.
  
  I've to make a quick and good decision.
  
  > go ahead and fight
  I didn't turned back and decided to fight until my last breathe. I saw that they were too many and my bullets weren't that much. I fired each bullet and killed almost four to five of them but couldn't survive the carnival of their bullets and guessed my body have taken about ten to fifteen bullets in no time. But I didn't give up and reached next to the wall to cover myself. But I knew that I will not survive for longer but I decided to kill more of them without any weapon. I moved away from the wall and before I could dodge or do anything else to save myself, I was shooted with the revolver in my chest and they said, 'we are the bodyguards of Marsh Urban and we know who you are.'
  
  That were the last voices that I heard and I couldn't finish my enemies. Sorry to my whole family and to my loved ones.