Monday: 20:00
The night was thick with shadows as David moved through the dimly lit streets, his heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and determination. Each step echoed like a countdown in his mind, a prelude to the storm he was about to unleash. The city felt alive around him, a stark contrast to the cold resolve that gripped his soul.
As he approached the small, unassuming shop, he felt the weight of his mission pressing down on him. The bell above the door jingled softly, almost mockingly, as he stepped inside. He scanned the shelves with a predator's focus, his instincts honed by countless hours of planning. He grabbed a sleek black mask, its fabric whispering promises of anonymity. Next came the disposable gloves—surgical and sterile, a necessary barrier between him and the world he was about to infiltrate. Finally, he picked up a pair of dark sunglasses, their reflective lenses concealing the fire burning within him.
With his purchases in hand, he slipped back into the night, the chill air biting at his skin but failing to pierce the fortress of resolve he had built around himself. He was a ghost, unseen and undetected, as he prowled through the streets in search of a second store—a place to acquire clothes and shoes that would soon be discarded, leaving no trace behind.
David's mind raced with images of his enemies, each face igniting a flicker of rage that fuelled his purpose. He spent nearly $1000 on everything he needed—each dollar a small investment in his long-awaited revenge. The weight of the cash felt heavy in his pocket, but it was nothing compared to the burden of vengeance that had driven him to this point.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he returned home—a sanctuary for now, but also a crucible where he would transform into something new. He took a moment to breathe, steeling himself for what lay ahead. In the solitude of his dimly lit apartment, he began to lay out his tools: the mask, gloves, sunglasses, and clothes. Each item held the promise of retribution.
Tonight, would mark the beginning of a reckoning—a dance with darkness where he would become both hunter and hunted. David felt alive in a way he hadn't for years; this was his moment. And as he prepared to embrace the chaos that awaited him, one thing became clear: there would be no turning back. The countdown had begun.
Fully equipping everything in his backpack David took the subway station to heading to Queen in New York to find his target Boris fully Determined. He left the Subway and took a taxi to the address he was given he didn't get off at the exact location once he reached there, he tipped the cab driver and walked by foot to the location which was an apartment he then sneaked inside passing undetected acting as if he belonged there. He came across an old lady who was around 70 years old in the hallway of the apartment she started to ask him questions.
"Young man you don't seem to be from around here" the old asked
"Actually," he replied smoothly, masking his true intent with charm I came to visit a long-time friend of mine and wanted to surprise him my name is John, by the way. I didn't know he had such lovely neighbours."
"Oh, young man these days with such smooth words I am sure you tell that to every lady you come across." she said charmed by Davids words.
"Only the special ones, I would like to know the name of a kind lady such as yourself." David asked playfully
charmed by Davids words the lady couldn't help but smile. "I can't remember the last time someone asked my name; you can call me rose darling" the old lady responded.
"Well Rose it's a pleasure meeting you, I would like to ask of a favour from you rose my friend it's been so long since we met so I have forgotten his room number does the name Boris ring any bell." David asked
"Oh, you sweet talker! You remind me of my youth," she chucked. "Boris? Yes, I know him! Room 204 on the third floor."
"Thank you, Rose." David said with a disarming smile. "I'm sure Boris will be thrilled to see me."
After finishing his chat with the lady David went to the third floor the hallway was quiet and once he reached the door 204, he took out his mask to put it on and tugged his gun on his waist then knocked on the door. He had already a layout of the place and the escape route he would take. A few minutes passed and there was no answer on the door he knocked again much louder and harder than before but still there was no answer. David peeped through the peephole, and it appeared to be no one inside. David decides to look around the door and the welcome mat on the floor and checked other to see if there was anything inside and found a spare key. He opened the door and entered the room the light was turned off and it appeared as to be nobody inside he closed the door behind him locking it and entering every room checking to see if there is anything inside but nothing important was found except a gun that was hidden under the bed. David decided to wait to see when Boris would return and hid somewhere he could see the entrance but still be hidden.
It was now 12 AM and David began of thinking of returning home but suddenly he heard footsteps echoing in the hallway---clumsy and unsteady. Boris staggered through the door, clearly drunk and oblivious to the danger lurking behind him.
David held his breath as Boris began to sing an inaudible tune. heading straight for his bedroom. This was it; the moment had arrived. Just as Boris reached for the light switch, David emerged from the shadows, cold metal pressed firmly against the back of the neck this instantly sobered him up.
"Shh," David hissed, adrenaline surging through him like electricity. "Any stupid moves I'll blow you head off now don't look back and quietly move towards the bed."
"Who are you" Boris slurred
"Don't ask any stupid question either" David snapped, punctuating his words with a swift pistol-whip that sent Boris crashing onto the bed
Boris complied reluctantly, fear creeping into his features as David rummaged through his pockets for the phone. "What's your password?" he demanded.
"Please! Don't hurt me!" Boris stammered but after another intimidating tap of cold steel against his template, he relented.
As David scrolled through Boris's contact and messages, every detail burned into his memory like a parchment. locations, names, everything need to get his revenge
"Remember me?" David asked as he pulled off his mask and flicked the light
Recognition flickered in Boris's eyes---fear mixed with disbelief. "You! it can't be, how did you survive? It was nothing personal; I swear!"
David hesitated for a heartbeat---the ghost of his former self flickering in his mind---but rage surged anew at Boris's words, before he could think twice, he pulled the trigger twice aiming for his head, the sound deafening in the confined space.
Boris slumped forward, lifeless---Davids's heart raced as he stared at what he had done for the first time. Dizziness swept over him; nausea clawed at his thought. But there was no time for weakness; he had to erase every trace of this moment.
With trembling hands, Davids reached for Boris's body and activated his absorption ability. In an instant, Boris Disintegrated into dust---nothing left behind but echoes of what had transpired.
[Host Has Absorbed Living Organism and gained 500 Genesis Points]
Shaking of his shock, David gathered the bloody sheets and discarded them into a corner before racing to the kitchen for flammable materials. He set a fire---a cleansing blaze that would consume evidence and distract anyone who might come looking.
As flames licked up the walls, David pressed the fire alarm before slipping out of the apartment. Chaos erupted around him; residents poured into hallways as smoke filled the air. Firefighters arrived moments later as David melted back into the shadows.
Boom! the room exploded into flames---a fitting tribute to his path for revenge.
"I just hope insurance take care of the damages" he thought wryly as he disappeared into the night. his next destination was a nearby hotel.