Deadshot Novels & Stories

The next thing was a very loud bang and Dee's blood all over his face, cloth, gun, and floor. "That's evil," Davidson said "You should have let him live" "I didn't like his reply" was Lu's dry response as he walked away from his brother. "No one there" Davidson yelled "It's all empty, we killed then all except one" Lu didn't reply to wait, he just head forward to look like a zombie. Something strong keeps on telling him that he might get something related to Alita where about. "Dante Lorenzo," Lu said to himself "that last name sounds so familiar"

The doorbell made both of them stunned when they put the bottles of the beer on the table and stood up to walk to the door. The moment they looked out of the window, the two tall men towered outside the door. "They are here!" David gulped in nervousness, Weston didn't bother to open the door, instead, he turned to walk away. Then a loud knock on the door and it slammed open. The two men stepped in looking around when their gazed fixed on the coffin. Walking up to the coffin they were paused by David and Weston. "No. She is resting. Do not touch her. She is the wife of Maddox Dasher..."

They’d have to go through his men. “Can you narrow it down to his enforcers?” Logan asked. Reid typed quickly, shortening the list to three names. Only one stood out. Elisha Stone. We all knew him. He had been Blackwell’s executioner. His disappearance wouldn’t raise immediate alarms. He operated with enough independence that he might have useful information. “Are we planning a grab?” Drew asked, a dangerous smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah,” Logan replied, turning to Reid. “I want everything you can find on him.”

“We need a minute with him. Wait in the car.” Cassian looked between us, jaw tight, then nodded once and walked out through the glass doors. The four of us followed at a slower pace and stopped on the quiet stretch of pavement beside the building where the afternoon light fell without interruption. Dante studied me for a long moment and asked the only question that mattered. “Did you kill him?” I met his eyes without blinking and answered in the same even tone I used for every report. “Yes.” Lucien let out a short breath and shook his head. “Of course you did.”

The heavy steel vault hatch slammed shut behind me, sealing out the dark orange glow of the apocalyptic sunset. Outside, Jason’s corpse lay cooling on the concrete ramp, a tactical bolt buried between his milky, dead eyes. I leaned my back against the cold granite wall, catching my breath. Ding! A notification chimed inside my mind, echoing off the vast, silent cavern of my 200-cubic-meter storage dimension. [Personal Enemy Eliminated: Jason Reed.] [First Blood Bonus Achieved!]

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

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Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem. “Bitten?” she asked. “Doesn’t look it.” “Armed?” “Knife. Bad one.” “Intent?” “Mostly desperate.” Maya put down the soap. Then Miles added, “Says his name is Dex Hartley.” For one second, the room became very still. Not outside. Outside kept being outside: wind against corrugated metal, distant dead dragging themselves through streets they no longer had appointments in, someone swearing near the water tanks because gravity remained a bastard.

Would you like to continue your mission? I was stunned to hear the system say that, and I stared at my mother with bewildered eyes. Despite that, I still shook my head. "No." Loving someone was far too exhausting. Besides, I had already spent twenty-six years loving four women with everything I had. "System, kill me. I'm exhausted. I only want to sleep." I closed my eyes and waited, but the electric shock I was expecting never came. Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Everything else happens in the blink of an eye. He drops to his knees, presses the gun under his chin, and looks at me with a crooked smirk. “Sorry, boys,” he says. “Code Omertà comes first. I’m taking this to the grave.” My blood runs cold. “No!” I shout, rushing forward. But it’s already too late. The gun fires. His head snaps back as his brains explode out the top. His body collapses to the ground like dead weight. Silence crashes down. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yell, dropping beside him, checking for a pulse I already know isn’t there.