Surprise
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Pro stared at the door to the apartment in silence. It was this late at night, and Pro believed that whoever has come must be someone sketchy. After all, if the strong came to target him, he would have gotten a warning. If it was a normal person that came, they wouldn't visit a remote place this late into the night.
Pro walked over to the door in ghost form and stuck peeked through the door with his head. He saw a man dressed in a large, black jackets, black pants, and a black cap. He was fairly buff and taller than the average male. Peeking under the cap that was pulled down to hide his face, Pro noticed a scar on the man's face.
The man stood there silently with his hands in his large jacket pockets. After a while of hearing no response from inside, the man took his hand out to knock on the door again.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
While he was knocking, Pro noticed that his jacket pocket seemed to be carrying something heavy, as it bulged out a bit and sunk downwards even without the man's hands in it.
"Well, well, what do we have here. Don't you certainly look sketchy," Pro muttered before pulling his head back through the wall.
Well, no matter who it is, they will be in for a nasty late night surprise. After backing off a bit to control where his voice will originate from, Pro sinisterly chuckled quietly and entered physical form. He then hollered, "Coming~"
Pro opened the door to see the man pulling his cap down a bit more, as if trying to hide his face.
"Hello there sir, how may I help you?" Pro asked in his best tired voice.
Not noticing anything wrong, the man gruffly asked, "I came to tour the apartment."
"Oh, about that sir. It's a bit late now, maybe we could reschedule for tomorrow?" Pro suggested as he pretended to yawn.
The man went silent for a bit before he asked in a hoarse voice, "I came all this way ... how about you answer some of my questions for my trouble?"
"Oh, no problem! Ask away, sir!" Pro replied as he leaned against the door with arms crossed.
The man fell silent for a moment again as his eyes peeked out from under his cap, "So ... do you live here ... alone?"
As if not noticing anything, Pro answered innocently, "Oh, yes I do. I own this apartment room. It's not bad if I do say so myself."
The man's hand sneakily moved in his pocket as he continued to ask, "Are there neighbors to ... disturb us here?"
Pro pretended to think for a bit before he answered with a smile, "None sir. As far as I know, they moved out long ago."
The man's head slowly tilted upwards to reveal his face with a scar in addition to an suspicious grin, "So, does that mean that no one will know about whatever happens here?"
As if finally noticing something wrong, Pro pretended to step back a bit and reached to close the door, "T-that sir, I got security cameras set up, so ..."
The man giggled creepily, stuck out his foot to stop the door from closing, and stated, "I saw no security cameras. Don't lie to me."
"W-What do you want? W-we can discuss the rent price," Pro asked back with a timid voice.
"Hehehe ... the rent price I will pay is ... your life!" the man growled with a wicked grin as he pulled out a Glock G17 handgun, attached with a silencer, from his pocket and aimed it at Pro, "Surprise m*therf*cker!"
Pew!
The aim was spot on and a hole appeared on Pro's head. Pro froze in place in silence. Cling! The sound of a shell dropping to the ground was heard as Pro gradually fell backwards as naturally as possible with eyes wide opened.
Thud! Seeing the body fall to the ground, the murderer grinned as he gave the body a kick. Seeing no reaction, he stepped over it and entered the apartment room. He pulled the body into the kitchen, and gently shut the front door.
The murderer then sat on the couch with both legs placed on top of the wooden table in front of the couch. He proudly smirked to himself, "Heh. What an idiot."
Glancing around at the sparse furnishing, the murderer muttered, "Not too shabby compared to some of my other hideouts. I should be able to use this place for a while."
Pulling out his gun, the murderer reloaded it and unscrewed the silencer as it was no longer needed. He then pulled out an old cellphone and dialed a number.
"Yo, it's me, Spider. Any new targets?"
"Yes, yes, I've found a new place. I'm sure it's fine here, it's remote as f*ck. I made sure to check the area and no one seems to live here, it's as if it was abandoned. Even I didn't notice this place until I saw that sketchy ad, I'm sure they won't find me here."
"Yea, yea ... don't talk too long on the phone cause government can track us through it, blah blah blah. If they dare to come, I'll just blow a hole in their face. Aight, just hurry up and send me the target info. Don't waste my time with your nagging, I think I need to go take a sh*t."
Beep. Not long later, Spider hung up the call. He then clicked around on his phone to see his target.
"Huh? A normal police officer in this city? Just a squad captain of a small police squad? M*therf*ckers, why would you need to send me to take care of babies like this? You even stashed a sniper rifle for the task holder to use? Holy sh*t, that is overkill for a normal officer. Whose sh*t did this officer step on to deserve retaliation like this? Ah, not like I care, as long as the pay is high enough, the target is as good as dead," Spider muttered before putting his phone away, "Guess I should take care of that body before it stinks."
Spider got up and walked towards the kitchen where he laid the corpse. He rounded the corner before freezing in place. The corpse was gone!
Spider swiftly pulled out his gun and vigilantly stared at his surrounding with his back to the wall.
"What the f*ck? I clearly shot that man through the head. Could he still not be dead?!" Spider muttered in shock as a drop of sweat rolled down his face.
Although he was still considered to be a normal human, Spider has met his fair share of weird events when hunting down his targets. He knew that this world was not as simple as he thought, but he was still confident in himself. If one bullet can't solve them, then continue to pump them with bullets till it dies.
Still, Spider wouldn't want to fight them if he didn't have to. He cautiously stepped towards the closed front door. When he was near enough, he pounced into action. Unbolting the lock to the door, Spider was about to open the front door to escape, but the lock to the door suddenly bolted back the other way and re-locked itself!
Spider's iris shrunk in fear as his heart palpated. Without further hesitation, he aimed his gun at the lock and fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Shells danced in the air above the gun as Spider hoped to break the lock and escape, but to his horror, the lock actually healed itself quicker than he could make holes in it!
Giving the door a kick to vent his frustration, "You m*therf*cker! Let me the f*ck out!"
Furiously turning back, Spider aimed his gun forward and hollered, "Come out you f*cker! I'm not scared of you! Come out and fight like a man!"
Spider cautiously stepped into the living room area and went towards the center of the room while vigilantly sweeping his eyes around. He then used his legs and kicked away the table and couch in order to clear an area for him to fight in. He knew that it's safer to confront weird things in an open space rather than behind obstacles that can block his bullet trajectory.
"Come out! I know you are there!" Spider hollered as he sharply glared around.
But, what greeted him was silence. Although he had gained strong mental fortitude from all the killings he had done, Spider still had a drop of sweat rolling down his face as he confronted this weird enemy.
Spider knew he couldn't let the situation continue to develop as he was in a passive situation, and it will only get worst. He began to come up with a plan to counter the situation, but before he could think further, his stomach grumbled.
"The f*ck? Why now?!" Spider muttered as he gritted his teeth, "I don't have time to deal with it right now. Just hold it in."
Ignoring his stomach's protest, Spider glanced around vigilantly. He suddenly swiftly turned around and fired a shot at the wall.
Bang!
"I just saw you! You can't escape!" Spider said with an intimidating voice.
Watching this while leaning against the bathroom door, Pro stared at the silly man who was firing at an empty wall, "Uhhh ... you're just wasting bullets, my friend. But seriously, I target you with the ability while you were still making a call, yet you only feel it now? I must commend you for being able to resist your toilet urges for so long. But will you be able to deal with the pain as well?"
Pro then cast
"What bullsh*t is this?! Why am I getting a stomachache now?" Spider roared in frustration as he glared at his surrounding while his mind spun in thought, "Could it be that the dirty thing needs me to go to the bathroom before it can harm me?"
As this thought enlightened Spider, he smirked even though he was in pain, "I have seen through your plan! No matter what, I will never step into the bathroom. You can't do sh*t to me. You better let me go while I am still playing nicely!"
Pro rolled his eyes as he heard the man's monologue. Glancing at his slowly rising points, Pro muttered, "There's no need for you to come into the bathroom for me to get points, but if I want to kill this guy, I will need him to bleed out from constipation. The longer I use
Pro pondered over this issue before his eyes arbitrarily glanced over his new ability, Bathroom Illusion, "I wonder if this will work?"
Glancing at the man who was still resisting the pain, Pro locked his target and commanded, "Bathroom Illusion."
Pro watched the man's face suddenly froze in shock. The man then glanced around in confusion, "Huh? What was I just doing? I'm in the bathroom now?"
Suddenly, the man clutched his stomach in pain, "Sh*t, I think I need to take a sh*t."
Stuffing his gun into his jacket, the man then swiftly walked over to the wooden table that was now next to the wall. With his butt facing the table, he took off his pants, and sat his booty down onto the table. Pro's facial muscles twitched, "No ... way. This illusion is a bit too powerful isn't it?"
"Ohhhh! Come out already! UGGGG!" the man moaned as he rubbed his booty on the table top.
Pro twitched his mouth as he looked away, "T-this scene is just too impactful for me!"
Pro watched his energy drain slowly. Even when the time has passed the predetermined death mark of 50 seconds, Pro continued to use his skill. After all, he had the energy now, and this guy was resilient as his pain tolerance was stronger than normal people. So, Pro was willing to give him an extra special dose of toiletjuana. After 100 seconds, Pro finally decided to stop his
Pro turned away as he walked through the wall and into the bedroom, "Art ... is an explosion."
"Ahhhhh~ It's coming!!!" the man howled in ecstasy.
PUFF!