A king could not die

We began making our way to their targets and I began noticing how these other wides seemed rougher. There were grown men hanging in each corner, each looking at us trying to intimidate us. It seemed to work for most of the others but with this gun i felt unkillable. Eventually we spotted a boy, older than all us but scrawny. "Come here!" Said the main boy in our group as he began chasing him. Like a pack they all followed the boy and tossed him to the floor. He tried shielding his head but his efforts came short and he was stomped bloody. "Tell me where the other fucker is or else I'll kill you!" Yelled the boy grabbing his collar and raising his fist threateningly.

"I don't know where he lives man" he whimpered raising his arm to shield himself. The boy punched him twice more and finally he said, "Please stop, it's somewhere in Sonatra street".

"Knock him out Loma, he might warn the other fuckers if we let him go" said the short boy. Loma did so and we continued.

"Sonatra Street is near the peak right?" He asked

"Yea" answered the girl. The higher we went, the more cloudy the sky became until it began raining. I can't stand the rain.

Eventually we reached the so called street and out on a balcony was a boy. He looked strangely old faced but like the other he was scrawny. He quickly noticed the group and yelled, "Shit!" Before throwing his cigar at us. The group rushed over to the door and began trying to kick it down. I stayed back and waited but noticed the target in the window. He had a knife and in the back was another man who was an adult. I crept to the neighbouring building and hid. After about 2 minutes the man and the target came out knives in hand.

The group began running but 2 got caught. They were stabbed viciously and so as the hero, I came out of hiding and raised my gun. I shot the adult first and hit his shoulder. There was a loud bang and the man turned to look at me, eyes widening in fear. I loaded another rock in and shot again, this time hitting his temple. He dropped, not dead but at least knocked out. The target switched from focusing on the one he was stabbing onto me and began running to me. I reloaded quickly and shot him hitting his chest but in his rush, the boy continued. I began running, faster than I'd ever done but then, remembered I had my dagger. I went down the hill and into an alley, taking out my dagger. The target came and I used his momentum against him, kicking his groin. He yelped and I began stabbing and stabbing. Stabbing until his face was unrecognisable. How dare a fucking shithead like that try to kill me. I ripped out his already loose eye and placed it in his mouth before finally standing. I could not die to a nameless theif like him. A king could not die