Issues

“Sheeit son, that kid’s got some issues…”

“Don’t even start man, five down in a minute? That’s un-fu**ing-believable.”

“I heard he’s better off drunk than sober. He can get more ass like that, both ways…”

They laugh, and that was how it was when it came to these things. Off the field, they were incredibly vulgar and undisciplined with no hint of previous training whatsoever. They talked, laughed, bitched, drank, cried, and whined like nobody’s business.

On the field however, they were more than men; they were gods. With the cold steel barrel of a weapon in their steady hands, they could take down an entire city without its citizens even realizing it. Populations have gone from thousands to zero in just one night. Nothing could stop them. Nothing was foolish enough to stand in their way… except each other.

So that night was the deciding factor of it all. Their very existence in the world was put to the test. Just what the hell were they brought here for…

When the lights started to flicker, they knew it was time to go. They grabbed their weapons and disappeared just as the windows blew out. Those dark figures never stood a chance. The crunch of glass beneath their black steel toed boots resonated out their death. Before one could even yell, a single hypersonic piece of lead had torn through his esophagus, blasting his throat into the wall behind him. The two that followed him had barely turned to run when two more shots charged them down, both bullets imbedding themselves deep within their skulls.

Talk about deep impact…

As they emerged from within the shadows, looking at the slain men, the leader’s eyes darted towards the night outside. It was still and quiet, like every other normal night. Nothing disturbed the silence besides the pools of blood slowly spreading on the wooden floor before them.

But he knew like he always did. Nothing ever escaped from them, nothing. So they scattered right as a barrage of fire decimated the front of the little bar they had just been gaily drinking in minutes before. As the wood splintered and glass shattered, they separated back into the blackness. Mere bullets were not going to stop them.
The leader, though well trained and disciplined, could be at times, reckless. While his mates flanked around, he charged directly into the middle of it all. The bullets just miraculously missed him all together. It was as if he really was immortal. I don’t know how he did it, but within a few seconds, the gunfire had ceased.

His men emerged once more, and gathered in the little quaint town square now tainted by the bodies of ten men, all with an extra hole in their head. Ten perfect shots from the god-man.

Yet he was nowhere to be found. The night grew quiet once more, the wind blowing the smoke from fallen guns away. Nothing to it.
The captain whipped around to his men, signaling for their hasty departed. They all knew their leader would find them again in due time.

Just as they were about to make their escape, the wind came to a standstill. Everything was dead silent.

It took a millisecond for the captain to realize his heart had just exploded before he crumpled to the floor, the bullet lodged in his spine.
A split second later, two more went down, each without a cry for the force of the impact had ripped their necks clean off.
The last one had already taken a step before the final shot whizzed through the air. His body crumpled like a ragdoll in midstride and slid to a stop by a pair of boots.

The leader’s eyes glared coldly at his fallen comrades, his hands gripping a pair of pistols firmly, the barrels still smoking from their last exclamation. He felt nothing as he stared at his brothers in arms, the men who had entrusted their lives to him, who had his life entrusted to them. And now they were dead, betrayed, and all for what?

A hand reached out from behind the darkness and patted the leader on the back, congratulating him on a job well done.

The pay was better, that’s what. Every man has his price.
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As they turned away from the TV about a happening in a village a couple hundred miles away, he turns to his comrades.

“Sheeit son, that kid’s got some issues…”