Ah ah ah. Keep your eyes closed. Lemme’ just find out who you are…Keith is it? Yes, Keith. I see. …You’ve got quite a record here, Keith. Be glad you’re even on the holy ground, not down there. You don’t want to go down there. …I don’t know where to put you Keith. You have sinned, you are Christian, you broke a few of the commandments, and…you fought to survive, even though you didn’t want to kill. You have got quite a past. I just can’t ignore this; we aren’t stereotypes for crying out loud. Until you come out of that little cocoon of yours, I’ll send you back to earth, you will have many powers, believe me, you’ll have to fight and kill things, as well as living people and non-living. Or undead, as some say it, you aren’t a fallen angel, nor a devil, maybe a ghost with wings, and that’s the problem. Don’t show them the wings. I feel close to you, Keith. I will see you again. We are going to cover you in stuff, you won’t be able to hear, but you will remember everything, from the second you were born, ‘til you got shot in the shoulder. You lived until you were…22. No…it doesn’t say. Oh well. Remember!


Two years after Keith Luca died-

A man with spiky blond hair with a tan overcoat slumped on a black leather chair. He sighed. He had sniped the man who was impossible to kill, the person who only lived five years of happiness and childhood. His parents were murdered, he ran and hid for a month in the cold, killed for his first time, captured and tortured, escaped and found shelter, all of that and in one year. He was six at that age. 10 years later-Keith was killed by a sniper, who happened to be the one sitting in the urban-looking room, and was a helluva proud. Looks like a goddamn elementary school…Oh well, everything will go out fine… The man looked at his watch, pulled out sunglasses then his 49. Magnum. He pulled up his hood and loaded six rounds into the empty Magnum. He put it away, right as five people with hockey masks came in with chainsaws, behind them, with two machine guns along with the mask came in. One of his men pulled up another black leather seat.

“So, sniper-!” “Call me Edge.” He interrupted. One of the men pulled the string on his chainsaw to give it a test run. “I can call you whatever the hell I want, understand?” The leader sounded Australian. “Whatever.” Edge muttered. “Anyways, did you bring me your sniper that killed Keith Luca?” The leader said. “Yeah, of course I did. For five hundred thousand bucks I did. Good as new. And loaded. I’ve got five magazines, which will cost an extra five hundred each.” Edge said blowing the tip of the rifle. “How the hell can it be still working? It’s a hundred years old! That thing can go through seven people in one shot if they are in line! That is the only thing left and has been over used! How the hell can it work?” The leader said. “Heh. Allow me.” Edge said and spun his arm around one of the men. He shot him. He flew up then hit the ground, where his mask went flying away. The men looked at each other and started their chainsaws. “Don’t. I was planning to kill Dan anyways. He was useless.” The men looked at each other and sighed, turning down there chainsaws and keeping they’re distance. Edge smiled. He closed his eyes. “I shot him between the eyes, perfectly, it seems if I blew his whole entire head with all of that blood, and now he seems not that murderer you thought he was.” He opened his eyes to feel shock in the air. “Dan.” One of the men muttered. He handed over the sniper and got a suitcase of money, along with a few extra bucks along with it. “Well, gents, I guess it’s time to go. Now I’ll have a little talk with your boss at the window…”

He grabbed the leader and whispered in his ear. “To hell with you.” And shoved him against the window and pulled out his magnum. He shot him between the eyes right as the glass broke. Three of his henchmen came at him with their chainsaws and charged at him. “FOR DAN!!!” One of them screamed. Edge shot him in the leg. Edge picked up one of the chainsaws and started it. The man fell on the running chainsaw where his heart was. Edge pulled the string and left the chainsaw inside the dead man and picked up the other one. He sawed the other two men’s heads off. Edge stood there, with a bloody chainsaw, blood covered and didn’t give a damn. He put his hood down and looked around. He counted the bodies he even looked out the window and looked down, getting his spiked hair wet. His blue eyes looking down. He saw a splattered body. He looked up, and saw something at the edge of another rooftop one building away. It disappeared. “Just something in the rain.” He said to himself. He noticed there was one man missing, one that wasn’t dead.

The last man remaining stood up. He came out and took off his mask. He was bald and had green eyes. “You never even showed yourself around me or the others except when you came in.” Edge said. “I don’t kill people who I know are in over my head.” He showed a huge snakebite and scars around his neck, and then he showed his burned arms. Edge looked at him and smiled. “Don’t follow me out. Or I will of course, kill you. Stay here and clean up this mess. I’ll bring the body on the ground up here. Dispose of the body or else.” Edge explained, picked up and chainsaw and poked him with it. “I’ll dispose you if you don’t do it.” The man nodded and pulled out a liter and some matches. Edge smiled and walked out of the room.

A man with wings stood up in the rain on top of another building. He sighed, and took out an Ak-47 and loaded it. “The b*****d almost saw me. Other than that, the b*****d IS going to die.” He said. You better kill him, dammit! Something said around the man. The man looked around, sighed then looked up at the sky. Hi, Ryan. Don’t pop up like that. The man thought as he looked up. Heh. My treat. Remember, I’m the one who tells you what to do through your head. Telepathic wise operator, but none of the ‘Hello how can I help you' crap, and know what you’re thinking, ‘shut the hell up and tell when I can kill the guy!’ All right, he’s heading up to the- oh snap he’s right in front of you! Catch him now! The man leaped down the building and hell on to the edge of a windowsill. A little closer, come on, just a little closer…He thought.

Edge hated rain, absolutely hated it, and he accidentally ripped the hood off his trench coat. He didn’t care about the rain right now. He was going home, just for a few months. How he longed to go home! Then he heard something around him move, he took out the two machine guns he took from one of the bodies and aimed at the building he thought he heard and saw something. “Come out, you little b*****d! You can’t hide from me!” He shouted. “Or can I?” Something behind him said. Edge felt sharp metal up to his head. He ducked and blindly tried to trip the thing behind him, but when he turned around, nothing was even there, and he didn’t feel anything either. Edge felt a shiver go up his spine. “Who and where are you?” He shouted. “Here.” The thing was behind him again! Except not as close to him. Edge turned around to see a blurry, pitch-black creature with wings. The thing put what looked like a machine gun to things that looked like machetes. Edge’s hands were shaking and he dropped both of his machine guns like if it flew out of his hand. He then drew his magnum and checked the bullets. Four left. The thing was coming towards him still, and with each step became clearer and clearer. Edge aimed the pistol at it and shouted. “Who the hell are you?” Than the thing went charging at him. Edge fired. The first bullet missed completely, the second was dodged, and the third came close to his shoulder, and-

The thing was there before the last bullet was fired. It got behind him and knocked the gun away. The blades were touching Edge’s neck now. Edge looked at its hands and blades. He saw the hands were human, dead give away human, at least they looked human. The blades slipped away from Edges neck. “b*****d. You will pay for what you did to me.” Edge screamed as his arms were chopped off. Edge fell on his knees, and the thing, which now looked completely looked human, cleaned and sheathed his blades and picked up the mustang. Edge looked up to see Keith Luca with wings, or it looked like Keith. It smiled. “Killing me was a bad idea, Evan. I can’t believe you pulled the trigger, or maybe I should cal you Edge, your new name, since you killed me. I hate your guts, I HATE YOU! You caused half of my family to die, left my friends in grief, and Helena.” He covered his eyes like if he was about to cry. As he uncovered them, he stood up. “This rain pouring down is at least everywhere, everywhere I have been. The rain falling down is my tears, the endless amount of pain being forgotten by the new age, and others who cannot let it go. Do you see me crying? No, you don’t. Because it’s falling from the sky right now, and no grief is inside me at all. I am full of hate instead, because god took all my pain away.” He aimed the Mustang at his head, between the eyes. He shoved on the spot he wanted to shoot. “You are the verdict and I am the judge, your sentence is death penalty, by all the bullets left in this gun. I know where you will be going and I have something to say to you.” Edge was fading but he waited to hear this last words. Keith looked at Edge in the eyes and began to raise his voice while he was breathing, causing heavy breath. “GO TO HELL!!” Keith screamed and pulled the trigger. Blood flew everywhere, and Keith shot three more times standing up, with an armless body on the ground, with bullets in the head. Keith took out his blades and sat down next to the lifeless body.

Okay Ryan, what do I do with this son of a b***h? He thought. You know, you shouldn’t cuss as much since you are associated with god. Ryan thought back. I’ve talked to god about this; he never wanted this organization started, since everything is his creation. I never saw his face though, have you seen his face? Keith thought. Everyone knows what Jesus’ face looks like, all of the religions are true though, in most ways. The holy sprit is floating around somewhere in the sky. No one has seen gods face though. No one has. Gods voice floats from one to the other, he’s everything, and really he is. From black to white, from a hamster to elephant. He is every species. He created this earth, and can talk to some people really. It’s incredible. Beyond words this world is. Oh yeah, the body? Make it nice and neat, because nothing is worse than-“A messy dead body.” Keith thought and said at the same time. Good boy. Now get to it! Keith laid his arms exactly where his arms were supposed to be on his sockets, but he made sure there was enough room to see the arms were chopped off. Perfectly. He left the blood everywhere. Keith then sat down, sighed, and closed his eyes. What now, Ryan? You’ve got three months of protecting North Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, and Ohio. Those places are demon infested. People die everyday, well, of course I know that that, but things are getting out of hand. Too many, seriously, they’re killing everything there that is worth for life! “Ohio…” Keith muttered. By then he opened his eyes. Oh yeah, I can hear every word you’re saying out loud, I can look threw buildings to see what you’re doing, so don’t go ‘Oh Juliet where art thou’ s**t. I’ll make sure your friends stay alive, trust me. Because a certain special person may just be…Ryan thought to him. May just be what? Keith thought back. “…May be right behind you.” A familiar voice said behind him. Keith jumped at least five feet in the air. Keith heard laughing then a sound of a thud. Then harder laughter. Keith closed his eyes and pulled out a shotgun, he loaded it. “Ryan, don’t you dare do that again.” Ryan was on the ground, still laughing. He saw the shotgun. Ryan sprang to his feet. “Whoa hey hey hey! Those things are dangerous, man!” Ryan said frantically. “Hn.” Keith muttered, and put the shotgun away. “I’ve been ordered to help you protect those states. Don’t give me any s**t, because if you accidentally give an angel s**t.” Ryan gave Keith the kill gesture. Keith pulled out a pistol, and put it up to Ryan’s head. Keith gave him the kill gesture back. He put the pistol back into his coat. “Holy-! How many guns do you fricken have?” Ryan said in awe. Keith emptied himself from guns to magazines. “I have more magazines, at least 400 in here, at least 50 guns. Or more. Hell do I know? I’ll I know I won’t be dead any time for the next four years. Remember, I’m an angelic assassin? I can do almost anything!” Keith explained.

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