Death and System
Elliot was now in the mansion. He was walking carefully. The gunshots were still ringing out all over the estate, worrying Elliot. He could hear between the shots the screams of those who were hit, there were also helicopters flying over the mansion. Machine guns of all calibers were like birds on this night of the massacre, singing a cruel and deadly tune.
BOOOOM
Something hit the mansion, and Elliot soon ran under a wooden table. Elliot saw the mansion shaking violently, and as soon as the mansion stopped shaking, Elliot heard footsteps outside the room he was in at the moment. This room might once have been beautiful, with a nice red carpet and beautifully patterned wallpaper, but now everything was partially destroyed.
Elliot quickly checked his guns, to see how much ammunition was left. In the two guards' pistols, he still had 25 bullets left, and in the Magnum, he still had 6 bullets left. It certainly wouldn't be enough to get out of this place, but he wouldn't die without first taking as many people as possible with himself to hell!
Elliot didn't move a muscle, waiting for them to enter the room. The room had a large window, but it was partially covered by a curtain that seemed to be made of satin. Soon the door opened. A group of people entered, and from under the table, Elliot began to count how many there were. They were on guard, with weapons in hand and flashlights, checking each place. As they approached the table where Elliot was standing, he abruptly stood up and started shooting.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Elliot only managed to fire once before they reacted, and he was quickly suppressed by the enemies' gunfire. He dropped to the floor, on the edge of the wall where the wooden table was leaning. He began to feel pain in his arm, and to his dismay, he was hit. Despite the pain he felt, Elliot's face showed no sign of it. He learned from his time in prison the right moments to show his emotions. Show that you are suffering during torture, and this will stimulate whoever is torturing you. Try to act tough and show nothing, and you will be tortured until you show the pain you feel.
The shooting ceased, and the other side began to say something. But before they could finish a single sentence, Elliot fired the Magnum at the easiest target. The new guns were lighter and easier to use, but this Magnum was totally modified. This gun had huge bullets, the size of a rifle. For this reason, it was very difficult to use, but Elliot needed offensive capability now.
Bang!
The shot went through the protection that Elliot's target was wearing, which was an overturned table. As soon as his companions saw him being wounded, Elliot saw that they were talking. He didn't know if it was to him or to each other. It was only then that Elliot noticed. He couldn't hear anything. Maybe it was from the previous explosion? How much did this world want to take from him? First, he became a cripple, then he lost an eye, and now he is deaf too? What the fuck is going on with this world?
Elliot gritted his broken teeth realizing this, as he tore the sleeve of his shirt, trying to stop the bleeding on his arm. He was so tired, in so much pain, and hungry, that his only desire was to lie down on the ground and give up everything. But whenever the thought crossed his mind, it was almost immediately buried. He couldn't give up. Even if the world gave up on him, Elliot would not give up on his life!
Finishing the care on his arm with difficulty, Elliot noticed that he could no longer move it. If this keeps up, he will lose his own arm too...
Because he was sitting on the ground, Elliot, although he could no longer hear anything, could sense from the trembling of the ground what was coming. Using this to his advantage, Elliot lay on the ground in a fetal position and cowered as much as possible.
BOOOOOOM
Just then, a loud explosion raged through the room, hitting Elliot's opponents with surprise. Some were killed while others were wounded. Elliot was not unharmed, but he was better off than his enemies. Elliot stood up and, with the guards' pistol, shot everything that moved, sparing no bullets.
Elliot couldn't stand up for long. His ears bled, and he had no balance. Even lying down, he still had a good angle on his targets. He kept shooting until the ammunition ran out, and as soon as it did, he used the other pistol. After a while, a little balance returned to Elliot, and so he went to see who was attacking him.
Bang!
Seeing that one was still breathing, Elliot quickly killed him. Searching through their bodies, Elliot found a submachine gun, ammunition, and some granola bars, which served as emergency food. After grabbing everything he needed, Elliot left the destroyed room. Being on the first floor, Elliot simply went through the hole, which was made in the wall, to get out from inside the mansion. Elliot could still see people walking by on all sides, killing themselves with whatever they had at hand.
Elliot walked through the destroyed gardens of the mansion with caution and maximum attention, always hiding when he saw a group of people, and attacking when he thought he could win. Soon, Elliot spotted a large shed in the distance, and taking advantage of the tall vegetation, Elliot headed there.
Arriving at the shed, Elliot noticed that the gates of the shed were already open, and there were bodies everywhere. The shed was filled with vehicles, from cars to motorcycles, trucks, and even helicopters. Seeing a motorcycle with the key in the ignition, Elliot quickly went to a sturdier car and saw that the key was still there. Not wanting to linger any longer in that hell, Elliot got into the car, arranged his weapons on the seat beside him, and soon began to drive as fast as possible on the dirt road.
Elliot wanted to celebrate but was still on high alert. But after seeing the gates of this estate, inevitably, a smile threatened to appear on Elliot's face. He didn't stop the car to open the gates, because the gates had already been knocked down, and there were still armored cars on both sides of the road, along with ambulances and police cars.
Elliot drove past at full speed and soon began to be followed by the police. They ordered Elliot to stop, but Elliot was not innocent enough to believe that these were good cops. They were in this place, and instead of interfering in the war going on in the mansion, they were guarding the entrance. They followed Elliot's car, and soon a car pulled up next to them. Elliot pulled a pistol from the passenger seat, and soon a gunfight started.
Elliot managed to hit one of the policemen but was soon hit in the leg, lost control of the car, and crashed into a tree. The airbag opened and mitigated some of the damage Elliot suffered. Falling out of the car and onto the ground, Elliot held his Magnum tightly, preparing to die, but taking some with him.
That's when several cars arrived, and another round of gunfire was heard. Some of his hearing was regained, so he started listening to the policemen and the other group. The exchange of fire lasted for a while but soon ended. The policemen lost, and the other group won. One of the men in black clothes looked at Elliot and was surprised to see that he was alive. Just as he was about to open his mouth to tell the others, Elliot raised his Magnum and fired.
Bang!
The man fell, with no chance to say anything else, with a still confused look on his face, not understanding why he died. Before everyone could react, Elliot fired again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Click, Click
Soon, Elliot ran out of ammunition. He lowered the gun and took off the bandages that covered his eye that was taken out. He ripped off the bandages he put on his ear, and took off his vest, which seemed to be hanging him. He looked at all the armed men, who were looking at him with genuine hatred, and before they could shoot, a heavenly voice came from the back of the crowd.
"Wait, don't shoot yet." That female voice said.
Soon, the woman emerged. She was 5.7 feet (1.74 m) tall, with short blonde hair and golden eyes. She had an angelic face, fleshy pink lips, and a beautiful chin. Her smooth white skin had no blemishes. Her long legs were hidden in black pants and a pair of black boots.
As soon as he saw her, Elliot's eyes widened. Paola Harris, his brother's wife. She didn't seem to have aged since the last time he saw her. She must be over 30 now, but she still looked as young as before. He unconsciously cracked a small smile, which made Paola frown. She looked at Elliot's miserable figure and found him familiar. But she had met so many people in this life, there was no way she could remember who he was.
"How is Benjamin doing, Paola? Does he still not like to eat his vegetables? Haha, I still remember the day when-" Before Elliot could finish, he was interrupted by a tall, rude man.
"Wash your mouth out before you talk about Madame Paola or Benjamin, you filthy scumbag!" The man said.
At that moment, something snapped inside Paola. She was first stunned, but soon she widened her eyes. He was her target today. For 6 years she had searched for him, and as soon as she learned that he was in prison in the criminal underworld last year, she searched for him day and night. He was a good uncle to her son. He acted like a father since her beloved husband had died. Just as she was approaching Elliot, he put his hand inside his shirt, and he felt a strong twinge. Seeing this as a gesture to grab a gun, the tall man drew his gun and fired.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
He fired four times at Elliot, who tumbled weakly to the side. Paola locked in place. Her mind went blank. She looked at the rude man, who was staring at her as if expecting to be complimented. She approached him slowly, and when she was only one step away, she drew her knife and stabbed him right in the heart. The man looked at Paola in disbelief, not understanding why she was doing this.
Paola rushed to Elliot's side and ordered all the doctors they had with him to treat him quickly. As soon as the doctors saw the state of Elliot's body, they knew that there was no salvation, but they didn't have the courage to say this out loud to the Mad Queen.
Elliot felt strange. He could no longer feel pain, in fact, he could barely feel his body. His hearing, which was already bad, could no longer hear anything. She could still see, even if barely, Paola, who held her hand saying something. Maybe everything was going to be okay or something. Elliot could see her red eyes with tears fighting to get out. Spitting out the blood that was in his lungs, Elliot gave Paola a bloody smile. Even if he couldn't hear what she was saying, he could still speak.
"Don't worry, Paola, everything will be fine. Don't pamper Benjamin too much, make him grow up like a man." Elliot said in a husky voice.
Paola panted even more, wanting to say something, but Elliot couldn't even see or feel Paola's touch, or smell anymore. Everything was dark and lonely. But strangely, Elliot felt at peace. And so Elliot died. No glory, no enemies and very few friends.
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"AAAAAAAARGH!" With a loud shout, Elliot got up from the bed.
He got up with a jump, and looked around cautiously, looking for something that could be used as a weapon, and where his enemies were. Gasping and wet with sweat, Elliot finally noticed that this was his room when he was still living in the Brezik country, where he fought in illegal fights.
Elliot began to feel panicky, and soon started looking for a calendar, but found none. He found the television remote, and quickly turned on the television.
"And now, let's go to the weather forecast. Louis, it's up to you." The newscaster spoke up.
Elliot saw the time in the corner of the screen, and it was 8:00 pm. Even smaller, was the date. Seven years. He went back in time. No, he didn't just go back in time. He was dead before he came back. What had happened? Was it just a bad dream? But it was too real to be just a nightmare. Did some entity save him? The devil? Did he sell his soul? As he thought of all sorts of scenarios, a sound resounded in Elliot's mind, and a semi-transparent blue screen appeared in front of his eyes.
*Ding*
┌ ┐
Welcome to the system, host!
Please complete the tutorial missions
to receive new system functions!
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Seeing the screen floating in front of him, Elliot's thoughts were simple.
"What the fuck is that?!"
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