This bastard just couldn’t seem to leave me alone, could he? No. I mean, I had shot him, blown him up, set him on fire, but the fucking prick just couldn’t die. He was another vigilante called ‘Reaper’ who had -for whatever reason- been trying to kill me. I mean, a lot of people were trying to kill me, it wasn’t like he was special, I just had no idea why he was trying to kill me. The asshole killed criminals I guess, or at least that’s what I gathered.

as usual, he had found me as I was going to get a six pack from the local corner store, this time I was prepared though. I had had some close calls with him before, I mean, hell, he’d almost killed me before.

still, he caught me a little off guard when he punched me in the back of the head, knocking me down in a dingy alleyway. Real cute. I quickly pulled my gun and shot him right in between his eyes though. Even I was impressed by my accuracy, blood streaming down your face.

“Yeah! Take that, fucker.” I laughed, holding the back of my head gently. Though my smirk turned to a frown when he didn’t fall back dead. Oh shit. Shit. Shit.

“This.. this is the part where you’re supposed to be dead..” I commented smartly, giving a sheepish smile.