Journey Of The Wand Less Mage

Year 2764 14:04

Sacramento, CA

*wang wang*

Sirens of the police cars keep bustling as the sherif held his loudspeaker to negotiate with a convenient store robbery turned to a hostage taking incident.

"Leave the girl unharmed or we will shoot!"

The sherif was trying his luck for a whole hour to please the hostage taker not to do anything bad for the unlucky girl that was being capsized.

"Let me leave with the money or I will carve a big damn hole on her head!"

A certain shady man wearing a black bonnet roared as he aims an old .45 caliber pistol on the head of a teenage nerdy girl in a convenient store.

That girl was dead drown with her own tears cursing inside why did she left home if she can order her snack like the norms she used to do.

The death of the unknown man was certain he was no idiot to fall unto negotiations but his madness will make sure to bring a police or two with his death coming near from the eight lawmen in front of him. But if push comes to shove, the poor little girl he held captive would be fine to bring down together with his death. After all she is the girl who called out for the police.

"Do you take me for a fool?"

The madman laughs with the evil intent flashing upon his eyes. 'Guess it was my unlucky day but well my life is a shit in this world where money governs, I feel pity for you nerdy but I'm no saint. I'm going down today but much as well bring you together in hell'

The man sighed inwardly and took a deep breath

Without any words, just a seemingly unending flow of tears can be seen on the girl. She was young yet death doesn't choose age. 'Is this really my end?' The girl asked himself on her mind. 'God, your existence was proven false but I still believe there is someone up there. Is this really my end? Dying without proving anything? Dying as nerd without worth for anyone?' Those was her last thoughts as a loud sounds fills the air.

*bang!*

The teenage girl fell on the cold ground with her head holed covered in red liquid. Blood stench across the area and at the same time countless bullet fills the body of the man.

It was the sherif's side taking action upon the death of the girl. Having a casualty means failing the mission. Killing the hostage taker wasn't necessary but a life of a small sc.u.m wouldn't have even the slightest change for these modern yet cruel world. Everyday death happens, life comes. It's just a matter of luck when.

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"Do you want to keep living?"

A mysterious voice emerge from the last remaining drop of consciousness from the teenage girl, regrettably it was the last voice she heard without knowing who he or she was.