《The incidents of a loser》


 A normal day with a loser 1

    A young man wipes the beads of sweat that were forming on his forehead, as he pushes his way against the current of people that were trying to go out of the entrance of a mall. It was kind of hard to do, though, when everybody else keeps on pushing him back outside.


    ¡°Just let me go in already¡­¡± He muttered, slightly irritated that it was taking far too long to get inside, while the scorching heat was burning him down quicker.


    It was fifteen minutes past ten on a weekday, and most young people of his age would probably be attending school, while they listen to those boring lectures in class at this time of the day. He was still wearing the navy blue uniform and black pants from the educational institution that he was attending at, though, since it would be quite a hassle for him to go back to his apartment and change his attire.


    ¡°Phew¡­¡± He released a sigh of relief, as he finally managed to get inside to cool off. It would¡¯ve been bad if someone were to catch him walking around in this place in the middle of the day, but the busy crowd poses as a cover, so that the adults that would normally reprimand him for being here couldn¡¯t get a clear view of him.


    ¡°Why are there so many people right now anyway? Don¡¯t they have anything better to do?¡± He said, as he stabs a bendy straw into a juice box just before he sat down on a nearby bench. He¡¯s not one to talk, though, when he¡¯s clearly doing the exact same thing as them.


    ¡°¡­¡± Boredom got to him quick, as he used the passersby as some sort of entertainment to alleviate it. Arcades are fun and all, but from experience, saving his money for an emergency was for the best. That, and he was still a student with a limited allowance. So, spending it all on some momentary entertainment wasn¡¯t a good idea.


    It didn¡¯t take too long before he found what he was doing to be rather dull and plain stupid, as he sighs and then switches his attention to one of the wide screen TVs that were hanging on the center pillar. It was currently showing a game of American football that some people tend to watch on their past time, while the fanatics of that game would watch it like devout believers listening to some kind of religious preaching from their church.


    ¡°Huh¡­¡± It was a live game where two old college rivals were facing off against one another in the semi-finals. The home team was losing by a devastatingly large margin, that it would likely take a miracle for them to make a comeback. But, who knows? Their loss wasn¡¯t set in stone yet, and they might just be able pull it off and make wonders. As he just thought of that, the other team makes another touchdown and a successful kick. Well, miracles don¡¯t happen very often, do they?


    Truth be told, winning and losing are two very familiar words to him. Not just something familiar, but it was more of a defining thing for him. Why is that, you ask? Well, it''s because he is an oddity, or he thinks he¡¯s one. He realized it ever since he was old enough to understand the concept and meaning of someone being astoundingly triumphant, and someone bitterly weeping due to the loss. Or maybe he realized it from a hundred games of rock-paper-scissors with his former friends from a long time ago.


    And the reason that made him consider himself as an oddity, is that he can¡¯t possibly LOSE.


    That sounds so absurd, right? Well, it¡¯s been tried and tested by his past experiences throughout his whole life. With all of the ridiculous things that he¡¯s been a part of, like his fun and totally not gambling games at the arcade with other people, his encounters with street thugs that tried to pick on him on the way home, catching the interest of a shady organization that ran below the prying eyes of the public, and even bumping into the more unexplainable things that people couldn¡¯t exactly put a label on. He still came out on top, be it by his wits, skill, luck, or something else that couldn¡¯t be explained. It was still a fact that he did.


    But, not losing doesn''t mean he¡¯ll always win something in the end of everything that he ever entered at or was a part of. Even if he won a hundred games of rock-paper-scissors back then, you could say that he lost that one. He wasn¡¯t filled with the excitement or euphoria from winning. No. What he felt was sadness and loss. He became like that because his friends from back then had left him for the childish reason of ¡®not being fun to play with''. And they didn¡¯t come back. Not even after a few weeks of crying and waiting for them at the same old spot where they used to meet. They just wouldn¡¯t want to play with the young him anymore.


    You might think that that may not have been too devastating of an event, or that he can still befriend the other children in the neighborhood, but who¡¯s to say that they won¡¯t leave him too? And remember, he was still a small child back then, with a very simple and fragile way of thinking. One small thing could cause a huge impact to his ego and character, and it certainly did. He discovered a valuable truth after he stopped crying and thought to himself. You could either just win and be happy by yourself, or you win, but you lose something in return, and vice versa. A very simplistic and childish way to put it, but that view stuck with him ever since.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    His bitterness for it grew as the years flew by. He doesn¡¯t understand why his life was like this when he can¡¯t possibly ¡®lose¡¯. With how it was, he should be one of the happiest men on Earth, right? But, he was still a loser after all of that. Undoubtedly so.


    Now, he¡¯s just sitting idly by on a bench somewhere in a very populated place inside of a mall, sipping orange juice from a juice box while he thinks of how the world would scheme against him this time around. But, little did he know, something will happen soon after which will force him to make a move again.


    ¡°At least I got my reason for skipping school today¡­ maybe I can use this as a reason for my excuse letter tomorrow¡± He said, as he saw the game of old rivals on the TV abruptly change to a broadcast of a woman alerting everyone of a sudden occurring event. All of the people that were passing by stopped walking and looked towards the center pillar, fear clearly evident on their faces, as each word she said made it into their ears.


    ¡°¡­ but, it¡¯s still too hot outside¡± Or he won¡¯t make a move at all, since he couldn¡¯t possibly care less, and that he just made it inside of the cool air-conditioned building just a few minutes ago. The outcome would just be the same anyway, even if he decided to go out or not, he thought.


    People started panicking and ran towards the exits, while he just sat there and watched, as he nonchalantly sipped his juice. The sounds of screaming and yelling where annoying, but he endured it since it would soon quiet down, and it did, fifteen minutes later. The guards even evacuated along with the civilians, leaving him all alone. None of them even bothered to tell him to run away. I guess it¡¯s in human nature to preserve one¡¯s life first and foremost, rather than worrying about someone else¡¯s.


    ¡°¡­¡± The silent and peaceful scenery was a refreshing change of pace compared to the hustle and bustle from a while ago, but that, too, didn¡¯t last for long. Because loud banging sounds and gun fire were heard from outside of the building soon after.


    ¡°Why does this always happen?¡± He sighed once again, as he asked that to no one in particular. But, deep down, somewhere inside of that uncaring attitude of his, was anticipation.


    ¡°Go, go, go, go!¡± Men with firearms that wore vests over their tacky attire soon barged into the mall. Those very men who just came in, shouted at him to lay prone on the floor, but the boy didn¡¯t listen to any of them. I mean, why would he?


    ¡°Maybe, I shouldn¡¯t have¡­ meh, whatever. This is far more interesting, anyway¡± He said, as he threw away the juice box towards a trashcan with a small and narrow opening a few meters away, and it goes in without even hitting the sides of it. If he doesn¡¯t want to go out because of the heat, then trouble could just barge in through the front door and find him instead. Did I forget to mention that he was a shit magnet to begin with?


    He puts his bag down on the bench, and stood up. ¡°Ah, well, let¡¯s just get started already¡± And one of the men who was on edge from seeing that the boy was resisting them, was quick to pull the trigger and shot at him with the handgun that he held. What happened to the rule of keeping hostages alive, huh?


    ¡°Heh¡± He found it very amusing, as he turns his body to the side, and the bullet misses its target by a mere millimeter. A bold and stupid move for him to not run away when someone just pointed a gun at him, but it didn''t matter. Luck or not, the bullet missed and he was still standing straight, so, all is good. It would take a lot more than just a simple nobody with a handgun to take him down, he thought. But¡­


    He then ran away towards a corner and jumped to safety, out of the line of sight of those people. The reason why he didn''t charge at them in a head-on confrontation when he can¡¯t possibly lose? Because, well, why wouldn¡¯t he run away from a group of armed men that just shot at him? He¡¯s just a normal human being after all, and it¡¯s not like he¡¯s unkillable in the first place. One bullet to the body or limb would already be a death sentence for someone like him.


    ¡°I wonder how this splendid day would play out for me~¡± He starts to hum an upbeat tune, as he checks his surroundings, and then continues to run. He hums whenever his switch has been flipped, and that wasn¡¯t a good sign¡­ not for anyone that he¡¯s set his sights on, of course¡­ and maybe to himself, too.


    After all this years, he found that the journey and struggle were far more enjoyable than the result. If he were to describe it in one word, it would either be the words exhilarating or euphoric, or better yet, why stick to one word when he can use both? You could even say that he enjoyed it to the point that he became addicted to it, like a drug addict is to his cocaine. It may not have been good for his psyche, but it still felt great. And that¡¯s what kept him from running away at the first sign of danger when everyone else did so. He just hopes that the drawbacks for winning weren¡¯t as severe this time around, or if there were even any at all.


    ¡°I could probably¡­ Hahahahaha!¡± He laughs maniacally, as his mind came up with something entertaining to do when he noticed what those men were currently carrying around with them. ¡°I hope the locals don¡¯t think too badly of me after this is all done¡­ and maybe I should wear a disguise just to sell it better¡­ Heh¡±


    This is a super cheesy story of a bold and heroic young man trying to save the day that''s full of clich¨¦s and... Nope. Definitely not. Instead, this is a story of a sore loser who can¡¯t possibly lose, while having some fun along the way. But¡­

 A normal day with a loser 2

    ¡°Boss, he got away. Should we send some people to go look for him?¡± A man just came back after a few minutes of trying to run after boy who he just open fired at. He was disappointed that he lost sight of him, even though he was just a little bit behind.


    ¡°No, just ignore him. Our orders are to take priority¡± A tall and muscular man with long braided hair said. His face had large scars that would make children cry whenever they see him, but he can silence them immediately with his petrifying glare. It¡¯s certainly a great party trick to impress certain people with deplorable tastes.


    ¡°Okay, boss¡± The reason why they called him ¡®boss'' even though he wasn¡¯t one of the top heads, was because he was a senior officer among their organization. In fact, he was the only among them to have that high enough rank to warrant him that title in their group of thirty. And maybe because he was also the one that''s leading this operation right now.


    ¡°Get everyone to setup the remote explosives. I want it done before the next call comes in. You hear? Before the next call¡±


    ¡°Yes, boss¡± He said with a nod, and then immediately turns around. ¡°Did you hear that!? GET A MOVE ON PEOPLE!¡±


    His shout sent the group of thirty men to scatter to specific locations of the mall. Each one had a few bags on their back, were they kept the remote explosives in. Eager to serve as the hands and feet for their cause.


    After a year of planning and preparing for this day, it was now their time to make a move. Conspiring, making deals, kidnapping, and then sending people to their untimely graves, they did all of that to get to where they were. And they would still keep on doing it. This is for their groups goal, and they¡¯ll make sure that they will attain it no matter how much sacrifice is needed.


    Thirty minutes later, one by one, the men that spread out in different directions to plant the explosives came back.


    ¡°Where are the others?¡±


    But not all of them did.


    ¡°Uhmm, I saw Green and Reynold¡¯s go to the east side of the fifth floor to plant, but I didn¡¯t see them when we went back down¡± Someone from the group answered.


    ¡°I saw Mike and his buds at the jewelry shops on the fourth floor. They asked me if I wanted to join in and get some¡­ financial incentives, but I just ignored them and went on ahead with the others¡±


    ¡°Wait, I¡¯ll try to contact them. Give me a sec¡­¡± He grabs the walkie-talkie that was strapped onto his shoulder and talks into it. But even after a few tries of trying to contact the others, no answer was received.


    ¡°Got nothing. Only static¡±


    ¡°Fucking shits! This is finally our chance and what do they do? Fucking things up and doing something else along the way. Wait till I g-!¡±


    ¡°¡±¡±!¡±¡±¡±


    There was a thunderous rumbling that came from every direction which was soon followed by a loud bang, and the windows and doors that lead outside were now blocked by a thick layer of metal shutters and locks that were supposed to be used for warding off flying debris from hurricanes and the sort.


    ¡°What the fuck?¡± Also, the lights went out, making it impossible to see anything at all.


    ¡°Ah!¡± Pure darkness enveloped their surroundings, as confusion at what was happening filled their minds. But they knew one thing for sure.


    They were trapped inside.


    ¡°Open your lights!¡± The one that they called boss shouted, and they all uniformly turned the lights that were attached to their vests on. It didn¡¯t illuminate that far, though, but it was still helpful enough to see a few meters in front of them.


    ¡°Warren, go to the electrical room and check what¡¯s going on. We¡¯ll search for the others after the lights come back on, and then we¡¯ll go to the control center afterwards¡±


    ¡°Yes, boss¡± He replied, as he took off into a run to the unmoving escalators and went up.


    ¡°Tsk¡± This wasn¡¯t going according to the plan that they had devised, and it may upset the higher ups when their display of defiance wasn¡¯t done in coordination with one another. They even got the easiest place among them all, where their target was farthest from the local police station and army barracks. Failure wasn¡¯t an option for them, and they¡¯ll make sure that it wasn¡¯t.


    Twenty minutes of waiting later, the lights were still off, and the person that went on ahead to turn on the power didn¡¯t come back. They tried to check on him using the walkie-talkie, but all they got was static.


    ¡°Tsk, everyone move to the electrical room. Now!¡± He said in frustration. He was slightly getting anxious all of a sudden, and that feeling soon grew to fright when they reached the fourth floor.


    ¡°What kind of a sick joke is this!?¡± He shouted, as their flashlights made them see what that ¡®joke'' was.


    There was a text written in what looks like red blood on the walls in front of the electrical room. It was the word ¡®Hi'' with a smiley face drawn at the end of it. It was still dripping towards the floor, meaning, it was written there just recently.


    The men around him were startled, and some where even looking around in trepidation. But something has to be done about the lights, so, he pushed some of his subordinates to go check on it.


    ¡°ARGHHH!¡± Immediately after they went in, a scream soon followed from inside of the room.


    ¡°What is it this time¡­¡± He rushed in with his men, firearms at the ready. But, the blood drained from their faces when they did so, as they saw torn pieces of limbs and body parts scattered all over the floor in a pool of blood. Things were escalating too quickly for everyone else to process, but their boss couldn¡¯t be derailed from the goal, as he gave out his next order.


    ¡°Turn the lights on! Now!¡± He yelled, and it immediately snapped someone out of their terrified trans to push the levers and buttons.


    ¡°It isn¡¯t working, boss! Nothing¡¯s happening!¡± That man replied in frustration, as he kept on doing what he could, although fumbling quite a bit.


    ¡°Then make it work, you fucking useless son of bitch!¡±


    The man that got yelled at had gotten more flustered, as he didn¡¯t know what to do. Even if their boss had told him to make it work, it just wouldn''t. Even if he pulled and pushed everything that was there, there just wasn¡¯t anything else that he could do.


    ¡°There¡¯s nothing t-¡°


    ¡°HaHAHahahAHAHahA!¡± A soul chilling laugh came from outside that made the hairs on their bodies to stand on end. All of them got startled from the suddenness, that they pointed their firearms at the door in a form of self-defense from what made that sound. They were on edge before, but after that laugh, their fingers were now ready to pull the trigger at anything that moved.


    ¡°¡­¡± They stood there in silence for a few minutes before they slowly walked outside, with their guns pointed forward. Making sure the cost was clear first before they moved on towards the unmoving escalator that leads down to the third floor. But when they made it there, the lights abruptly came back on. Momentarily blinding them because their eyes couldn¡¯t adjust quick enough, but when they did recovered from it.


    ¡°W-what¡¯s that!?¡± Someone yelled and pointed at the opposite side of the floor above. They all looked towards where he was pointing at, and saw someone looking at their group. That person was wearing a white tuxedo and black pants, with a white top hat that he wore on top of his head.


    ¡°!¡± He was waving his right hand in a very enthusiastic manner, as if he were an old friend trying to get their attention. But, he clearly wasn¡¯t.


    That person¡¯s face was hidden behind a plain white mask with two holes for its eyes and a drawing of a crescent smile below it. They couldn¡¯t clearly identify if that person was a man or a woman because of the thing, though


    ¡°¡­¡± It wouldn¡¯t be a shocking sight to see, if it weren¡¯t for the big splashes of red stain on his entire attire that they could only imagine as blood. But, most of the horror that they felt came from the decapitated head of a person that he was holding onto by the hair in his left hand.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    ¡°O-open fire! Kill that fucking thing!¡± He gave his orders, although he stuttered and his voice was a bit high pitched this time around, unlike his usual deep and commanding one.


    ¡°Wha!?¡± But before they could even pull the trigger, the lights went off again, and total darkness soon took over for a second time. Leaving them in a state of fear and agitation, where they started pointing their lights at where that person was, in an attempt to see if he or she would come after them. But, their flashlights just couldn¡¯t reach that far.


    ¡°What¡¯s this I hear? What¡¯s this I see?¡±


    There was someone who suddenly spoke loud enough to echo in this place, but it didn¡¯t come from anyone among their group. No. It came from the floor above, and as to what they could tell, it was probably that person wearing the white tuxedo.


    ¡°Big bad children coming to play? What¡¯s this, what¡¯s this?¡±


    Angered that they were being toyed with, the scar faced man let loose a full magazine at where that person was standing before the lights went off.


    ¡°You little piece of shit! Come out and we¡¯ll fucking play with you!¡± From the sounds that they heard, they could identify the owner of that voice as one from a male. It was a little too high pitched, though. Indicating that he was either a fairly young man, or that he was an adult with a high pitched voice.


    ¡°Oooh~ The big bad one wants to play with little old me? I see, I see¡­¡± There was a momentary pause, but a loud laughter soon broke the silence. ¡°Bad children need to be punished. Yes. Like the others, you too would be punished. But first, I¡¯ll first start off with¡­¡±


    ¡°You!¡± The walkie-talkie that was strapped onto the shoulder of someone to his right suddenly transferred that person¡¯s words close to his ear. Startling the man into a panic, as he grabbed and threw the thing away.


    ¡°I hope you''ll play well¡­ and survive. aHaHAHAHaha!¡± He shot the walkie-talkie with his rifle to silence the unnerving laugh.


    ¡°There¡¯s a fucking psycho in this place!¡±


    ¡°No shit! We need to get out as soon as possible!¡±


    ¡°But how? The controls for the electrical room aren¡¯t working, and the emergency metal shutters are locked onto the entrance and windows right now. We can¡¯t get out if the control center isn¡¯t functioning¡±


    ¡°We could blow a wall up! We just need to use some o-¡°


    Before he could finish what he was saying, a punch was thrown towards his face. It knocked him down onto the floor.


    ¡°Wha?¡± He was shaken while giving his superior a dumbfounded look, as if he was asking ¡®why did you do that for?''.


    ¡°We have orders. It¡¯s either you follow them¡­¡± The scar faced man readied his rifle and then pointed it down towards him. ¡°Or we¡¯ll be losing one more person today¡±


    ¡°¡±¡­¡±¡± Tension was rising, as neither of them were talking. The man on the ground thought that if he did follow orders and stayed inside, then there would be a high chance that he may just end up like those people inside of the electrical room, but on the other hand, if he said the opposite, then he¡¯d get shot at.


    ¡°Now-now, boss. He just said it on the spur of the moment. He¡¯s just a little bit excited and agitated from what he just saw. Come on, we need to get our heads straight, and get this job done before the call¡± Lucky for him, someone from their group had the gall to step up and intervene while the others just watched in silence.


    ¡°¡­¡± He didn¡¯t answer back, though, and was still looking down at the man on the floor. Maybe he should shoot him now and make an example out of him, he thought.


    ¡°Boss, we need to focus¡± He said again. ¡°Remember, the orders¡±


    After half a minute of deliberating whether to do it or not, he finally pointed his rifle away from the man. The man on the ground finally released a sigh of relief, as he saw that he was in the clear.


    ¡°¡­ Stand up and go into formation. We''re going to check on all of the remote explosives. And if any of you even think of going against orders, then you¡¯d better expect to have a body full of holes after this is all over¡± He said with a snarl.


    They nod their heads, although, some of them were a still a bit hesitant. Not that they could be blamed for it, though. Since their group consists of mostly new recruits and greenhorns out on their first real operation. They had the values of their organization memorized in their head, but they weren''t taking it to heart or seriously enough. That¡¯s why they got the easiest place among their organization¡¯s other groups in the first place. Because most of them were inexperienced and just started undergoing their training fairly recently.


    All of them then went to each location of where the explosives were, checking on each one and noticing that there were some locations that didn¡¯t have any remote explosives on them.


    ¡°Tsk. That¡¯s ten pillars that don''t have anything on them¡± He said with annoyance. Things were getting worse for them, as eight of their original thirty men were missing, and some remote explosive locations were empty. There was also a lunatic out there in the darkness that¡¯s hunting them down.


    ¡°Change of plans¡± He suddenly said. ¡°We¡¯re going after that bastard while searching for the others. The explosives aren¡¯t our main priority anymore. We only have half an hour left before the next call arrives, and I won¡¯t be taking this as a fucking failure because of some goddamned psycho that wants to play dress up¡±


    It may only be a third of a quarter of the original amount of explosives, but that should still be enough to cause the building to collapse, or at least damage it near the point of collapsing. And getting back their new recruits to educate them once again were far more important now, but hunting that man in a white tuxedo was something of a personal grudge for him. He was ruining their plans and he won¡¯t just stand by and watch as he did so.


    A fucking psychopath? Who gives a shit. One bullet to the head is all it takes to send someone like him on a one way trip to meet his maker. He just hopes that he¡¯d be the one to do it, but first, he¡¯ll want to have some ¡®fun¡¯ of his own. The torturing type of fun.


    ¡°Let¡¯s see who gets the last laugh, you fucking son of a bitch¡± He looked on ahead with an icy glare, as they marched through the darkness.


    Meanwhile, somewhere in a storage room on the sixth floor, where the place was being lit up by a small wind-up flashlight, there was a boy wearing a white tuxedo and black pants. He was humming while he mixes corn syrup, chocolate syrup, and red food coloring inside a few buckets. It looked like blood, but it wasn¡¯t really the red liquid that circulates in the veins and arteries of the human body. No. What he was mixing was the sort of fake thing that people used to substitute in the movies. He was grateful that his classmate¡¯s enthusiastic blabbering about it was helping him right now, even though he could be quite obnoxious most of the time.


    ¡°Heh~¡± He chuckles, as he remembers those men¡¯s reaction from a while ago. It was so much fun scaring the living daylights out of them, that he could laugh for an hour or two, and he would still find it very funny. They were all spooked out and startled that he was surprised and delighted at how effective his act was. Who knew that fake blood, a building without an exit, no lighting, a bunch of fake body parts, and a decapitated head from a Halloween store could cause so much fear in someone.


    ¡°¡­ mphh¡± One of the men who was knocked out just a while ago suddenly woke up. He groggily looked around while being confused as to where he currently was. He couldn¡¯t quite speak, though. As he, along with the seven others that were inside of the room with him, were all gagged and tied up by some rope.


    ¡°Hmm~?¡± He threw a few hard punches at the man¡¯s face to knock him out cold again. It hurt his hand quite a bit, but he just ignored it and happily continued to stir. A good thing that he could split them up unknowingly one by one, and then hitting them a few times from behind with a baseball bat that he ''borrowed'' from a store that sells sports equipment. If not, well, he had other alternatives to bring them down. They weren¡¯t as subtle as hitting them from behind with a bat, though.


    He still wonders why they were so easily distracted by something when they were all adults trying to cause terror among the populace. It¡¯s just that luring them in by a broken showcase full of jewelry from a few stores was too easy. It was too easy that in fact, he thought that it might be some sort of trap to lure him out. But it wasn¡¯t.


    Are they too blinded by the sparkle and glamor of those metal and rocks that he could just pick them off one by one when their greed was taking over? Maybe. But it worked¡­ it worked too well, he suppose. And the two stragglers that were too concentrated on what they were doing didn''t even notice that he was stalking them from behind. Also, don¡¯t even mention that wimp that tried to turn on the power. He was just horribly stupid. I mean, they all are. How come they aren¡¯t even wearing anything to cover their faces? Do they want their faces to be shown to the public that much? Or maybe their confident that¡­ no, they¡¯re just a bunch of fools.


    ¡°Heh, must be some fresh new recruits¡­ or maybe they¡¯re just incompetents to begin with¡± He found it quite amusing that they''d send people like these to do something for their cause. It¡¯s not that he didn¡¯t appreciate that things were too easy, but¡­ where was the thrill in that? He wanted something more challenging than some rookies on the loose.


    ¡°They must be trying to get more publicity if she¡¯s the one that¡¯s running this show¡­ yeah, smells like something she would do¡± He remembers the face of that deranged woman from a few years back. She¡¯s one of the five heads of that organization, and he somehow got her interests peeked when she saw him. Not because of his average looks, though, but it was because of another incident that happened before that.


    ¡°Hmm~ Hmm~¡± He hums once again, but this time, there wasn¡¯t a smile on his face. Instead of that, there was something else more sinister that managed to leak out and show itself onto the surface. One that wasn¡¯t quite¡­ normal.


    ¡°If she wants something that''ll catch some attention, then I should just¡­ no¡­¡± He said in a voice that would rattle anyone who heard him to the core, and then immediately switching to a faint smile after saying that, as if nothing happened at all.


    He then stood up and grabbed a handgun from one of the people that were tied up, and stashing it away inside of his tuxedo. He then puts his mask back on while carrying the buckets full of fake blood. Even if he wanted to enjoy this whole fiasco some more, the situation would turn dire if he did so. They were still dangerous men that''s packing a lot of heat.


    ¡°I hope the folks around here appreciate some dazzling fireworks at this time of the day¡± He said, as he drops the buckets and then opens the door of the storage room. ¡°Hah! Of course they would. It¡¯s an up close and personal experience with something that¡¯s about to blow up. There¡¯s just no way that that¡¯s not exciting to watch, and¡­¡±


    He looks back at the eight unconscious and tied up men, with a large toothy smile that was hidden behind the mask. ¡°You¡¯re all lucky. You¡¯d get to have the VIP seats this time around¡±


    The door closes, and thus, the start of the finale has begun. But¡­