Kill Shot

It’s going to be a while. It's just me and Dorian.

I sat at the cave, drifting to sleep. The strain on my body from fighting did more bad than good

 body aches and sharp pains when I move around, gah!.

I couldn’t move my body was numb. As my eyes were getting heavier, they shut, pitch blackness.

My mind was a compass it wondered where dreams I never had before existed. That would be nice. Being whole again, not a monster, just a wholesome human who isn’t broken. That would be my dream. Maybe if I had played my cards right, I would still be in my own world. Such a dreamer, but that's what makes us human, right, God?

Later that night I started to slowly wake up, my body still sore but bearable enough to move but not enough to endure another fight. I grabbed my gear, gritting my teeth, as I headed out of the cave into the starry night sky. It’s like a fleeting memory, or one could say a broken memory. This was the day I lost someone special. Enough of this self-pity.

I looked at my weapon, slightly scraped.

I survived long enough.

It’s time to go out with guns blazing.

I’m coming for you, Dorian.

As I was walking, heading into the never-ending desert, I was thirsty for water, but I was quenching my thirst for blood—Dorians and Ryker exactly.

Marek, what would you think of me now? Was I the same person you became friend with, or was this a new me one you can no longer recognized? 

It doesn’t matter what he thinks; he’s dead, and nothing will bring him back.

Guess I truly am dead inside, even when I said that I felt no remorse. Just bittersweet guilt. So long, my humanity.

I used to think it meant compassion.

Now it’s just a word I whisper when I reload.

All of a sudden, I wondered, as I was walking, feeling wobbly while the sandstorm kicked up a few notches, what would Isela, Nyx, and Tyla think of me? Maybe I am not as dead inside as I think I am. I am a walking complex soul what do I know?  I just know kill and reload. Now I must embrace it as if I was reborn for this purpose, right? As I was, I saw something. Was it Dorian? Or were my dry, bloodshot eyes playing a trick on me? 

The pulse scan activated; it was a human. Just to confirm, I used my spell phantom veil to get a better look while maintaining my distance. Guess my eyes weren't playing a trick on me. My body felt like it healed as if nothing happened to me. it was just a rush of adrenaline from seeing his body drop for assaulting Isela. Goodbye, knight in shining armor.

I quickly got in a crouching position; the Kar98k lay on my forearm as I peered through my scope. The excitement I got was outstanding; I never felt so alive. "This madness of seeing a dead body is consuming me," I smirked. Congrats for surviving this long, Dorian, in that heavy paladin armor.

The shot came out of the barrel, the casing of the shell was hot, it touched my skin.

Dorian dropped, lifeless body as if he was asleep

His body hit the sand—no movement, nothing.

blood rushed out, covering the bloody sand. I smirked.

I waited for my emotions to make me feel human.

relief

remorse

Redemption

Only silence

My mouth was dry.

My heart didn’t race if anything, it made me calm.

As I looked over to the lifeless body one more time, nothing came across; only what I saw was a corpse-like body, just like how Marek was.

Now it was just Ryker, then I could get back to the tavern and sleep for the next few days. While I was searching for him, I was getting thirsty, not for blood but for water. It was getting dark out, and the cool air felt nice. I wonder what the crowd thinks. I lay down, swallowing my saliva to stay hydrated.

I saw Mason he was not the same after that knife fight with Veno. It was a rough sight to see him blood-hungry and seeking vengeance. Not even I, Tyla, would be capable of what he did to Veno. Regardless, still, I can fix him. After all, we are two peas in a pod, plus he is my party member. I won’t ever switch up on him.

I couldn’t watch this. I shut my eyes, but I couldn't. I saw his eyes weren't hazel now they scream "kill at all costs," written all over him. After he shot Dorian. How can he be so calm? He took a life, granted it as a battle royal. It felt wrong for me despite Dorian trying to assault me with Ryker. I’m Isela. I take lives, but my style is exploring stuff; never having to see a dead corpse like this, I was relieved and scared at the same time.

Mason, the one person who was a lost soul, finally found himself. I wonder how the Nobles will feel after this gruesome battle royal that their loving sons died from a random person . If he was a student at AshGaurd still, I, Nyx, could shelter him since it was a school event. You're an odd specimen, Mason.

At the stadium the factions were shocked by how unhinged Mason was; each faction wanted Mason, but he was a wild card, and that last display proved he was a wild card.

Light Faction, Even if he is a wildcard, he is still worth gaining as an ally, right? With those skills, his gun skills can make us the strongest clan out of the others. But something is off with him. I got chills when he shot Dorian like that.

Silent Night, Give me a report on this Mason kid. We need him unhinged and craving revenge; he makes a great asset to us to protect this kingdom from outsiders.

Blazing Phoenix, This is an outrage! We will be passing on him. He has no dignity or honor, and despite his skills, his use of a weapon just goes to show how one can be corrupted by one's own foolish perception of right and wrong.

NightWanders, I am not impressed by this display at all if anything, this was a sad sighting of a promising young talent lifeless from an unknown background. Ruthless in his killing but precise, he is a force to be reckoned with, but he is too complicated to control.