New Orleans, Louisiana, 2:00pm
The man, now outside of the 'hospital', was wrapped in soft wind, brushing past him. He. turned around, and saw a regular old wooden house in a small forested area, hidden from the public view.
"Sigh, building this hideout took so much money, "they" even complained that I'm spending too much of the money, I even had to bribe the people here to let me build this. Good times that was." Nostalgia hit the man hard, as he remembered the process of building this hospital.
Shaking it off, he now focused on his heightened senses, everything was elevated to the next level, his eyes, like an eagle's, his nose, like an elephant, his touch, like an star-faced mole, his ears, like an greater wax moth, his taste, like an catfish. He even felt his reflexes enhanced too.
If it wasn't for his upgraded brain, he would have died of overstimulation.
"Holy shit, I'm feeling, I don't know what else to say expect, I'm feeling." The man was looking around, as if he found some hallucinogens and took all of them at the same time.
Snapping out of his trance, the man looked around for that energy, and found it leading to New Orleans, he focused his eyes towards the general direction of New Orleans, seeing the city for all it's glory.
The city had bright colorful lights shining from the city, and he could hear some loud music, coming from the city, yet he couldn't see the energy.
"Hmm, where did that energy go?." The man said, trying to find it, yet he was struggling as his eyes could only see to the entrance of the city. He stopped focusing on the city and got into a running position.
"If my eyes can't see farther, then there's only one thing to do. Now let's test my newly enhanced body."
The man sped off, reaching speeds of up to 138 to 183mph, the once soft wind, was now hitting the man's face and body sharply, yet the man paid no attention to it. As the wind couldn't penetrate his skin, but on this particular night the moon hung over him with a curious gaze.
New Orleans, Louisiana, 2:49pm
As he neared New Orleans, he gradually slowed down until he was in a part of the city with Creole styled buildings, walking around. He saw festive banners, colored in purple, green, and gold, hanging from various street entrances, vendors, selling purple, green and gold festive clothes, food vendors, selling traditional food, and countless people, walking around in various different festive clothes, all colored in purple, green, and gold.
He even saw people setting up fireworks and lighting them off, making them soar into the night sky, setting it ablaze in purple, green, and gold, the man paused in mild realization.
"Seems like I have arrived in the French Quarter, and just in time, for Mardi Gras as well, maybe I'll stop by for some fun later on into the night." The man, continued his walk though New Orleans, still tracking the energy that seemed to never end, taking in the sights and passing by multiple crowds of people, all in the mood to party.
"Does this energy ever end?" The man muttered to himself, Sighing, the man faced his fate of roaming around the city all night, yet when he turned onto another corner, a supernatural thick bloody haze fogged up the street, hiding the festivities, his enhanced eyes saw though the haze, yet he saw none of the festivities previously on display, his eyes instead landed upon a figure with an illusionary silhouette, in the center of this haze, with it's back turned to him, clad in thick black blood, making it hard to tell the features of this translucent figure.
The man was stunned, yet he quickly snapped out of it and jumped into an conveniently open box and closed it, making a loud crashing sound.
CRAAASSSH!!
The figure, hearing the crash quickly turned it's head around, showing a crazed smile on its face with small crazed pupils and neon white bloodshot eyes. Its face, sunken and ripped in half.
The man, peeking out of a hole inside the box, saw the figure's face, even in the haze, he still saw the horrid face. He quickly looked away from the hole, not wanting the figure to find him. With his pale face, he started thinking.
{THE FUCK IS THAT!!?! IS THAT A MOTHERFUCKING GHOST?!?? I CAN'T KILL GHOSTS!!} The man, realizing that the ghost might hear his heart beat or smell his fear, quickly calmed down.
"Hoooo. Alright, I'm good now." The man, looking back outside, saw that the ghost was making it's way towards him, making him pale again but quickly controlling it.
"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!!" The ghost laughs, filled the street, gradually increasing in volume until the man could barely hear himself think.
The man's face flashed with discomfort, not from pain, but from the increasingly louder laughs, with his enhanced hearing, soon covered his ears, yet it still seemed like the laughing penetrated through his hands and straight into his head, bouncing around in his skull.
The man put his hands down, as it was doing nothing to stop the increasingly louder laughing. The man looked back outside, only to see the ghost, pulling out a long pair of scissors, still walking towards his direction.
Where did the ghost pulled out those scissors, the man doesn't know, but what he do know is that if he doesn't escape from here, he will surely die.
{I ain't dieing here in a box, not with my reputation, but how do I kill a ghost?} When the man said that, a blue energy flowed out of him to the corner of the box. The man followed where the energy went with his eyes, and he saw two .44 caliber Magnum Desert Eagles, one black, one silver. Both with customizations.
The two eagles were both radiating golden lights as bright as the sun. The man shielded his eyes, and soon unshielded then again, coming face to face with the two hand cannons.
"Ain't that convenient, well that ghost is about to taste the power of FREEDOM!!, YEEEEHAAAA!!!" The man grabbed both of the pistols, and started blasting the ghost with both.
BANG!! WHIFF!! WHIFF!! WHIFF!!
The ghost, not expected the man inside the box to pop out and started shooting at it, got shot, making the ghost face scrunch up in pain.
{OH SHIT!? HIS GAT CAN HURT ME!!} The ghost, panicked and tried to teleport away, yet the bullet that pierced through it's body, stopped it from teleporting. The sense of fear and danger appeared on it's face. It dodged the bullets, relying on it's innate speed to dodge them.
BANG!! WHIFF!! WHIFF!! WHIFF!!
The man, seeing the ghost, injured and trying to dodge his bullets, knew that these guns were capable of indeed killing ghosts, so he increased the speed at which he shot at the ghost. Landing some and missing others, but yet the man's face showed a bloodthirsty smile, as his Americanism started showing.
BANG!! WHIFF!! WHIFF!! BANG!!
"HOW DOES IT TASTE, THE TASTE OF FREEDOM!!!!" The man yelled at the ghost, getting used to it's speed and started hitting more shots.
BANG!! BANG!! WHIFF!! BANG!!
The countless shots of bullets rang out, enveloping the street in gunfire, like a gang warfare, yet the gunshots attracted no attention from neither the supernatural nor the countless people in New Orleans at the moment, as the haze, acted like soundproofing, and muffled the sounds.
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
"OH THIS TAKES ME BACK TO THE OLDEN DAYS!!!" The man yelled again, with increased vigor. This increased vigor cause the man to shot even faster. He was now shooting with a rate of a submachine gun.
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
The sizzling shots passing by the ghost's head, caused it to fear the man even more.
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
{How the hell can he see me!?! I'm leaving afterimages!!?!} The ghost tried to dodge another shot, aimed for it's leg, yet the amount of bullet holes in the ghost caused it to slow down, making the ghost get hit in the leg, falling to the ground, the ghosts struggled to get up again, instead opting to crawl away from the man.
The man stopped shooting, and started walking slowly over to the crawling ghost, and aimed the black pistol at the back of it's head.
"Hey ghost, any final words?" The man flashed a grin, filled with malice.
The ghost could only look back at the man and regret, provoke an American.
[Damn you, you America-] Before the ghost could finish speaking, he was shot in the head.
BANG!!
With that finale shot to the head, the ghost exoplasm spilled out of it's head, slowly disappearing. The life of that ghost had been extinguished, blowing the smoke out of his guns, the man flipped his guns into his overcoat pockets and begin to walk away.
But before he could get far, the man saw the energy of the ghost flowing out of it's body and flowing into himself, making the man feel a bit faster and stronger.
"Ah, so I can get more stronger by exorcising ghosts huh? Well let's see how theses' ghosts will like it when they are the prey." The man said, walking away from the died ghost, but what the man didn't notice, was that on the ghost was a badge that resembled a noble's badge.
As the man walked away, tracking the lingering energy, a person who the man's senses could not pick up on, hiding in the dark, came out. This person had long black curly hair, draped in a black cloak with a red inside, black pants, metal gauntlets, metal shoulder plates, a black long brimmed hat, and a large black face covering, showing only the area around the person's eyes.
The person scanned the area until their eyes traced the direction the man was heading, and soon walked back to the darkness and disappeared.
-END OF CHAPTER-
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