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You put your beret on the fake dummy head, although it looks obviously fake up close. Plenty of poor schmucks fell for it, thinking it was the real you and often celebrating killing the legendary Blue Eight deserter before having their heads blown off.
You often wished you could have a peaceful life and finally put down your Rifle, but the bounty on your head made that impossible after your brother went MIA. You found no reason to continue fighting for the Blue Eight and deserted.
Good thing, too. After that, the group got themselves killed, except for you. You're the only living albeit-former member of the Blue Eight. You had to resort to independent mercenary work. That's when you picked up your bounty and it grew larger and larger. It was around 1500000 Dollars last time you checked and that was a month ago.
In the distance, you saw several shapes. You quickly stared into your rifle's scope and saw 5 people outlaws trying to kill you to get your bounty. It was an unusual tag of misfits, 3 females and 2 males.
One of the girls is a Ctarl Ctarl and another is in an Obi. Your rifle can reach pretty far, but not that far. Just gotta wait, so you started counting "Ten meters.... Nine.... Eight... Seven..."
You kept your aim trained on the Ctarl Ctarl girl. You hated those bastards since they were the ones who probably did your brother in.
"Six... Five... Four... Three... Two..." you counted down before smirking and shouting "One!!!"
You squeezed the trigger, hitting the Fish-loving cat bitch in the leg; the others quickly ducked for cover behind some rocks As you pulled the bolt on your rifle back and loaded a fresh round into it, one of the guys peeked his head out briefly before quickly ducking it back behind the rock. A shot just barely missed his forehead. You muttered a curse word before loading in a new shot. A few blind fire shots came out behind the rock, you barely flinched knowing that they couldn't reach you.
You steadied your aim and held your breath before firing again knocking the gun out of one of the guys hands. You kept exchanging gunfire as 3 more pairs of hands popped up with guns to shoot at you..... Wait, Three?
"Ah shit," You suddenly realized your mistake and picked up your rifle before swinging it at the woman in the obi behind you, who quickly grabbed its stock mid-swing and kicked your left thigh, causing you to lose your balance and fall into a kneel. Desperate, you pull out your knife from your shoulder sheath and wildly swung it.
The woman dodged it without much difficulty before grabbing your hand and kicking you in the chest, knocking you in the dirt.The blade was at your neck now. So this is how you die? You gotta give them credit. They managed to outsmart you.
"Go on, do it," You tell her, looking into her eyes before you noticed there was something in them... You don't know what though. You were never good at reading people. There was an awkward silence; it felt like time had stopped.
"So are we going to kill him?" The younger boy asked.
"I-i think he'd be more useful to us alive." The one obi girl told them.
"You think I'm useful huh? So would that large bounty of mine."
"Wait, are you saying you want to die?" That Ctarl girl asked.
Your brow furrowed when she asked you that "Maybe. Maybe not. Not that I'd tell you anything!" You spoke with such abrupt spite that it took everyone by surprise.
"So what's it gonna be? You gonna kill me or let me go?"
Before anyone else could say anything the girl holding the knife to your neck abruptly said. "How about a third option?!"
"A third option?!" You and the rest exclaimed.
"Yes, a third option: you join us? That sounds better to me. You join us. After all, you're an experienced sharpshooter, it would be foolish of us just to let that talent go to waste!"
"Are you sure about that, Twilight? He doesn't seem too stable. Plus, he smells like hasn't bathed in 10 years."
"Close. its 15. I haven't bathed in 15 years and if you ask me to do so, you can forget about it. If I wash it off, then some predator will notice I don't have a natural stench and eat me alive."
"Gross."
"Well, not like I have anything good to do on this shitty rock of a world. At least Catachan was interesting, despite all the things that were trying to kill you. So yeah, If you'll have me, I'll join."
"Well, the more, the merrier, I guess. Welcome to the team!" The older guy held out his hand for you to shake, which you did. You smiled briefly before hiding it. Maybe your luck is turning up a bit or maybe you'll just experience the same things you did with the Blue Eight.
Twilight Suzuka looked at you and her feelings about you were odd. She never thought much about you; she thought you were just a common criminal to be taken out. But when she saw you. You had that unkempt beauty with a somewhat muscular body that made her feel warm... No, more that warm Complete! Yes,that's it, complete! She needs you and bad!
But for now, She had to keep a straight face. She'll get him to be hers easily by any means.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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