Drip Drop. In the city of Valhalla the sound of the rain along with the busy traffic filled the southern area. In between the narrow and undeveloped streets sat a messy person who only had a right arm. This man's name was Lewis and he was former, and betrayed, soldier who was waiting for his time to die.
His faced was covered with mud which made it hard to analyze his facial features. Taking a sip of beer he got from the trash can, he couldn't help but reminisce about his past when he would gladly lay down his life for his country the same way he did to his arm. However, to the government he was nothing more than a disposable pawn with an expiry date.
He thought back to the day when the government tortured and his killed his whole squad in front of his eyes just because he accidentally heard about a classified operation. Tears filled up in his eyes as he clenched his fist so tightly that it started to bleed.
Bang Bang. Suddenly, distant sounds of shooting could be heard and second by second, the sounds were coming closer to Lewis. Wariness filling his eyes, Lewis quickly got onto his feet and made a run for his though the narrow streets. As he was about to enter another street, Lewis felt an acute pain in stomach. As he looked down, he saw a hole in his stomach through which blood was pouring out nonstop.
Clenching his teeth, Lewis covered the wound with his hand put pressure on the wound as he continued to run. Soon afterwards, another hole was formed in his stomach as he fell to the ground uncontrollably while trying his best to cover his wounds.
Suddenly, Lewis sprang to his feet and ran into other street and quickly ducked behind a dumpster to find cover. Tearing off his clothes, Lewis covered both his wounds and got ready to fight as he knew that this wasn't the work of an amateur but a professional who was here specifically to kill him.
Lewis couldn't help but think, " Even if I really do want to die but I don't want to die in you eastwards hand, I'll make sure to drag one back with me to hell. ".
The sound of footsteps could be heard from the start of the street. Murderous intent filled Lewis's heart as he got ready to attack. As the footsteps got in to a good enough range for Lewis, he ran towards the assailant without a care for his own life. Before a person could blink an eye, a thud sound could be heard echoing throughout the whole street as a lifeless body fell down.
Lewis couldn't help but sigh in relief as he took care of the assailant. As he was about to walk away, his instincts started blaring like crazy as if to prevent him from going out. As a person who relied heavily upon his gut, Lewis quickly crouched back into the corner of the street and started looking for another assailant. Since he found nothing out of the ordinary, he walked out onto the street. Before he could even make sense of what happened, a torrential downpour of bullet came his way.
Lewis tried his best to get out of the way but not before a bullet pierced a hole in his leg. "SHIT!! ". Lewis cursed out loud. He knew that he had lost a huge amount of blood and that with a bullet in his leg, his speed was going to be severely decreased. " I've got nothing to lose. ". With a loud shout, Lewis made a run for it in the zig-zagged, undeveloped streets of Southern Valhalla.
With nothing to guide him, except for his gut, Lewis kept on running in a senseless manner which made it hard for his killers to catch and kill him. After a long time of senseless running around, Lewis entered a street with a bright light in its center. Originally, Lewis thought the light to be dangerous but since his gut was attracted to the light, he couldn't help but walk towards the light slowly.
As he stood in the front of the light, Lewis could feel warmth emanating from it. As he touched the light, it suddenly expanded and embraced Lewis into it. Before Lewis could even react, the light dissipated and was nowhere to be seen. Lewis's suddenly felt drowsy and heavy as the assailants suddenly caught up to him. Terror filling his eyes, Lewis tried his best to escape but the drowsiness only increased and stopped him from running.
As he looked back Lewis could see one of the murderers making his way towards him and with impressive eyes, he shot Lewis in the chest. With blood and tears running down his face, Lewis looked towards the moon as he weakly said, " My comrades... My family.... forgive me for being so incompetent..... forgive me for not being able to take revenge...". Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Lewis eyes closed and his head lifelessy fell to the ground.
Before returning back, the assassins made sure to check once again that Lewis was dead. Confirming the fact that he really was dead the assassins went back in such a soundless manner that it made it impossible to tell that they were there in the first place.
--------Hours later ( Inside Lewis's Head. ) ---------
" SYSTEM STARING "
" Congratulations host on becoming the master of THE CRIPPLED SYSTEM! "
