Writer's P.O.V
John Coyde was in one of the unoccupied rooms in his house. He was looking down through window at Justin. He just couldn't believe that the boy could have the guts to come into his den and even peck his beloved daughter.
It disgusted him so much that he unlocked the drawer and brought his sniper out. He aimed it perfectly in the middle of Justin's forehead but he just couldn't do such a thing.
He wasn't going to destroy his perfect mastermind plan by himself because of mere anger. To him that was stupid.
He kept his gun back into the drawer and locked it. He went back to the window to resume looking at Justin.
He grinned wildly because he believed this was the very last day that Justin will have on earth; the day he had the guts to peck John Coyde's daughter.
Plus, if he shot him, Anastasia will probably know he was the culprit... even though she'd probably find it very difficult to believe that he was that wicked; to have ended her happiness when it just began.
He just had to wait patiently for the perfect time, and that 'perfect time,' was not so far away
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Justin's P.O.V
It was so late in the night. To be precise, it was 10:51pm and Bob was probably going to ground me for a year! So I had to speed extremely much.
I was driving with the headlights on and by the look of things, the whole road was deserted and this Benz was the only vehicle on it. I was on a highway and there were no cars on it? Don't people go clubbing anymore? Damn, I was so late!
That was when my eye took me to the fuel meter. The tank was almost empty and the fuel in the car was so negligible, it wasn't going to be able to take me home. How could Bob have let me go out with his car when it had almost no fuel in it and how could he possibly not have noticed???
Well, I don't blame him; it's probably because he has so many cars so he won't bother to check all their fuel level every time.
I don't know whether to call it 'our' house yet... but Bob's house was about 15 kilometers from where I was and the fuel was certainly not going to be enough.
I was so stuck and the pointer of the fuel meter was like a millimeter to 'E.'
Writer's P.O.V
The professional snipers were in a black car trailing Justin's own about 500 meters away from his with their headlights off. Just so they'd stay stealthy and unnoticed.
They had everything prepared for the missions. Their guns, their gears... everything.
One of them was dressed all black, with a black head warmer and black gloves to camouflage him with the night while the other one was wearing a dark green sweater and black trousers.
The one that wore a dark green sweater was the one driving while the one that dressed all black brought his sniper out of the window so he could aim properly. He was very muscular so he could carry the gun with no stress at all
He put his eyes on the scope and could see Justin's car because of the lights from it. He aimed at the tire of the car and was waiting for the best time to pull the trigger. His target was speeding extremely much so he just had to shoot the tire so it'll burst and his target will have an accident and die. An easy job!
Just as he was just about to pull the trigger, Justin reduced his speed to the minimum.
"Damn," he swore. He just missed a golden opportunity to do his job and be done.
'Why did the damn boy reduce the speed of his car?!' He thought to himself.
'The boy was lucky, very lucky but I was not going to give up. I was just going to wait for the perfect time.' He thought again and brought the gun back into the car.
Justin's P.O.V
It was a dark night but I suddenly saw light a little far away. My heart leaped with joy when I found out it was a filling station.
I drove slowly into the building and parked the car close to one of the pumps and waited for someone to appear so the person would fill up the tank. When I waited for up to two minutes and no one showed up, I came out of the car. 'Maybe they'd see me if I came out.' I thought, but no one showed up still.
I spotted a POS attached to the fuel tank. No wonder no one showed up. It was a 'DIY' pump and that's how every pump was. It was so amazing! When did they start inventing stuff like this?
I opened the car's tank and inserted the hose inside then I put the credit card in the port meant for it. I typed '$70' and accepted and then the fuel started rushing in. Yay! I wasn't stuck in the middle of nowhere anymore.
When the fuel stopped rushing in, I hung the hose back.
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Writer's P.O.V
The sniper on the passenger's seat was still waiting for the best time to shoot at Justin. He couldn't do it there or then because people were going to find the dead body with a bullet-hole in his head sooner or later and know that he was killed. Then investigations will be made and the police may somehow find out that they were the murderers.
And he also couldn't do it because he had a feeling that someone else was going to show up soon
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Shoot the idiot already!" The assassin behind the wheel yelled as he parked the car.
"I'm trying to make some calculations, okay!" The other assassin said calmly.
"Fuck the calculations and shoot the damn kid!" He shouted again, pissed.
The one on the passenger's seat was still waiting, not minding what his colleague said while the other was getting angrier by the second.
"You know what? Shit you and your calculations!" He yelled as he pulled out his pistol and shot at the pump the boy stood close to.
Justin's P.O.V
BOOM! The petrol pump exploded! Everywhere was red, lit with flames. I didn't understand what was going on at that point. Everything looked so bright and red.
When I finally gained consciousness, I saw that there was a circular force around me, repelling the flames from me.
I was behind the 'force' and the car was behind me so nothing happened to it. Thank goodness!
The 'force' was really weird but very cool. I couldn't believe that not even one flame from that ghastly explosion touched my skin.
I knew someone was trailing me. I always had that feeling that someone was following me but I didn't want to bother about it. The idiot following me must surely have been the one that had shot the pump maybe so it'll explode and kill me cos I couldn't find any other explanation for the explosion.
The flames were still high when I saw a black car parked a long distance away. It was certainly the one JC's damn puppets were in.
When they noticed that I had spotted them, they sped off. 'The race is on!'
Assassin's P.O.V
'Why did that bastard have to shoot? We were to kill the boy not to destroy the whole station' I thought to myself.
'The boy was probably already dead' I thought until I saw clearly; him behind some sort of invisible shield or barrier that was protecting him from the fire. I didn't know what it was and it was really strange. Something I had never seen before.
It looked marvelous but on our part, it wasn't.
I looked at Xander; the dumb ass assassin that had shot the fuel pump. He looked so very astonished, his mouth was even wide open.
'Why did Logan send us on this death mission? What type of a human being is this?' I asked myself, worried.
"Why the hell did you have to shoot?!" I asked him with an exasperated expression and paused. "I told you to be patient!" I yelled louder. I felt very infuriated.
He was still stunned by what he was seeing happen to the boy.
"You know... if you like your life, you'll be getting ready to get the hell out of this place" I shouted again. His face was white.
He switched on the car and then he sped off.
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Justin's P.O.V
I was in Bob's car, speeding and following the car I spotted earlier. I don't know why but my heart was getting filled with rage.
I reached the speed limit of the car but I was still following them. It was so fast, I thought my skin would peel off... like in cartoons but thank God it didn't.
I wasn't able to drive this way on a typical day; with such skill and speed and I wondered how I did it. I didn't even have the slightest fear that I'll have an accident. What's gotten into me?
For every move the person made, I followed. I was getting closer and closer to the person when the person swerved into a building that was camouflaged with the dark. But again, I followed.
As soon as I got in, I heard a loud bang behind me. It was probably a garage door. 'Was this their best move? A garage?' It was probably their hideout. Lame!
It was pitch black except for some rays of moonlight penetrating through a window on the roof. The light helped me to see a little... but not much. In their belief, they had trapped me in their hideout and I wasn't going to be able to escape their hold. But it was actually the other way around; I had trapped them!
They parked their car and I parked Bob's about 50 meters from theirs then I came out of it. I really hoped nothing happened to the car. Because if anything did, Bob will surely question me... and I didn't like lying.
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The next thing I heard was the sound of some hard metallic objects falling down in front of me with a loud noise. That was the only sound I could hear in the room.
They shot at me?! That even vexed me more. I couldn't see the men. They hid in the dark.
I closed my eyes and tried to get them close to me even though I wasn't seeing them. I tried my luck, even though I thought that was impossible.
After some seconds of full concentration, I didn't feel my legs touching the ground anymore. I was floating!
I opened my eyes slowly and saw myself in mid-air, levitating. Then I saw two men floating in front of me, directly under the moonlight. They were dressed like armed robbers so I guessed they were the assassins. They looked really scared and astonished and were probably trying their best to move but couldn't.
My vision started getting blurry once again and I could now see clearer than before though it was blurry.
"Argh!" I yelled, clasping my two hands hard against themselves. Thus, causing the men to slam their heads hard against each other and then fall to the ground. 'Their wives are sure going to have a hard time taking care of the headaches they'll get.' I thought and laughed.
They lay unconscious on the ground for some seconds. I'd have killed them right then but something in me urged for a good fight with them Anytime I had this urge for a 'good ' fight, it never ended well for the people I fought with and this was going to be no different.
I first took on the one wearing a dark green sweater first while the other tried by all means to harm me but none worked.
I punched the one I was fighting to the ground and he lay almost unconscious. I snatched the gun from him and used it's butt to whack his forehead then I shot him in the head.
By that time, I spotted the one wearing all black out of the garage, running.
I used my telekinesis to bring him back so he'd be face to face with me then I used it to close the garage door.
"You've brought yourself to your doom." I declared. The voice that I heard from my mouth didn't sound like mine at all. It sounded deep, hoarse and evil.
"You were sent by John Coyde, right?" I asked authoritatively.
He nodded slowly. He look kind of innocent, even though he was a serial killer and he looked somewhat pitiful. Some part of me wanted to free him and let him go. But you know what?... Fuck mercy!
John Coyde never thought of having mercy on my family when he made some dumb ass heartlessly kill both my parents. What did he expect me to do with my life?
The thought of that incident triggered me to get angrier. I made him float in a circular pattern around me, like some kind of pendulum about it's axis.
His speed continued increasing until I could only see a black circular line moving with extreme speed in the air.
BANG! The metal door sounded as the man's head slammed into the garage door and his skull broke almost simultaneously with blood splashing all around.
His head made a dent on the garage door. It was a very terrible sight. Fuck it!
I pulled the garage door open and zoomed out of the building. It was 11:14pm by then and I was so freaking late. I was so sure Bob was going to ground me.