John and Maya spent the rest of the day walking around town. They admired the sights around them. From its casinos to its townhouses. Nothing in the capital could be described as boring.
After about two hours a ding rang on John's new phone.
It was the location of the building. The man in the trench coat must have escorted them out of the building.
John turned to Maya.
"Wanna meet back up at McBonolds. I have to go do strong man business," John said
Maya smiled slightly at the joke.
"Sure." She said
"Great."
John turned around and walked away from the statue that Maya and John had been admiring together.
It was time to wreak some havoc.
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John was walking through the streets of the capital. His head was bent down and his eyes were laser-focused on his phone. Walking beside John, as always, were his two dragons. He had left ______ with Maya.
Okay..... Just take a right here…. Then we're good.
John paused. He raised his head up from his phone.
Revealed before John was a small building made from marble. It had engraved columns that rose to support the roof and paned glass windows. Dollar signs were repeatedly engraved on the windows.
This was the place. Or at least. It should be.
Standing near the doorway to the building was a man with a trench coat.
He smiled at John.
"I'm glad you came. And you were only thirty minutes late. So nice." The man said.
He patted the marble wall of the building.
"Just destroy this place for me. Then we'll be good." He said
John nodded.
"Alright."
He walked towards the building. His fists were clenched.
John quickly struck the building. One time. Then, two times. And finally, three times.
Cracks began to splinter out from where he had struck the bank.
John struck it again.
BOOM!
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Screams echoed form the bank.
CRASH!
And then there was just rubble.
For a moment, John stood there. His body was frozen still and his teeth were grit.
John knew that the scream came from a person. And he knew for certain that it came from the bank. He had just proven them right.
Murderer
John's face twisted into a deep scowl. That man. The man in the trenchcoat.
He had just made John end a life. He had just forced John to commit a sin.
John turned to the man in a trench coat.
John began to stomp towards him.
The man put his hands up and shuffled back from John's stomping.
"Please. Please. I didn't know there was anyone in there."
There wasn't even a hint of a warble in his tone. He seemed unnaturally calm. It was almost like he had rehearsed it beforehand.
He had known. He had definitely known.
John's hands trembled with hate.
"I'll kill you!" John screamed
"NO! If you kill me, think of the consequences. Do you want to spend your life in prison?" Asked the man
John just scoffed. For people of his level of physical strength prison was just a pipe dream. John was strong enough now that he could break out of any prison that they thought could hold him. The only route was execution. And why would you execute a valuable warrior during a war? That would basically be nationwide suicide.
John pulled his fist back. His fist was like a bow ready to fire. Then he shot his fist forward. It moved with the force of a cannonball.
The man's ribcage collapsed. His bones split and he was sent skidding across the ground for a few feet.
John hadn't even used anything near his full force.
For a few moments, John glowered at the body. There was a sort of hate in his eyes that couldn't be imitated. One born from the deep seas of agony. One that is sharpened by an internal engine of hate constantly igniting in one's mind. It was a hate strong enough to drive a person mad.
As quickly as that hate came it vanished. A blue tsunami of melancholy washed away the hate. A sadness appeared in John's eyes. It was one so deep that he could stand.
Now John was looking down at the man he had murdered.
Maybe they were right.
John fell to his knees. His teeth were grit and his eyes were filled with pain.
He'd done it again and again and again. First the sergent, then Nathanial, now the man in the Trench coat.
Any man that had gotten in John's way. Any man that had broken John's will was one John had killed.
He was ruthless, good-for-nothing. BMurdererB.
Suddenly John's body felt many times heavier than it had been before.
John fell to his knees.
A single tear fell from John's eye.
There wasn't time for this. John still needed to send ______ off. He could reflect on his sins when there were still last rites to give.
John stood up. He walked towards the man's body.
He stuck his hand into the trench coat pockets and rifled through them. After a little while of searching, he found what he was looking for—a wallet.
In this wallet, there would be his credit card. His debit card. Or to put it more simply.
There was money in his wallet. And that's exactly what John needed. Money.
I'll meet Maya at McBonalds. She can use his debit card until it expires, and I'll use the credit card. Hopefully, that will count as an even split.
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John Sat at the table at the McBonalds they had decided to meet at. His two Dragons were curled around his legs and John was staring at the table.
The dragons had played less than they had before ______ kicked the bucket.
John forcefully tapped his finger on the table as he sat. Maya was late.
John sat for another ten minutes until Maya arrived. Without saying a word she placed ______'s body down on the table.
"Next time you need someone to look after a dead body count me out."
John didn't say a single word in response.