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News about him has been non-existent, so I imagine he has been killed. Soon, the whole place is emptied and I am alone once more, standing underneath the sunset. I want a drink to drown out the pain and hopelessness I feel, but I feel like too much of an intruder to do that. “Miss Houston?” I hear a voice I recognize as Brooks’ say beside me. I look at him. Brooks is a bit old. He is an Olympic sharpshooter that Howard had recruited. He has a bit of a piratical look about him, with a scar running down the side of his rugged face.

The instructor, noticing the recruits distracted, shouted towards Aurora, "This is a shooting range! Bystanders are not allowed!" Aurora smiled, strolled over, and asked, "Can I join them for practice?" The instructor eyed her small frame, "The guns here are modified; you can't handle them." Aurora, tilting her head and eyeing the guns, retorted, "How do you know without trying? Let me try; I'm a sharpshooter!" Intrigued by her claim, the instructor yelled at the recruits, "Hey! This lady says she's a sharpshooter, wants to challenge you guys!"

When he stood directly in front of me, I almost turned to butter. The man's smooth voice sent shivers down my spine and somehow, straight to my dick. What the hell was happening to me today? Slowly, I stood up, praying in my heart that my knees do not buck before this man. "Tyler Thompson." I gave myself a mental pat for not stuttering. He cocked his head to the side a little, amusement taking over his expression, "A lovely name". "Would you like to share anything you might know, Mr Thompson?" He crossed his arms over each other, his muscles bulging in the process.

The first shot rang out, going wide and hitting a piece of metal somewhere to my left. “Great aim, sharpshooter,” I muttered, yanking the first guy’s body up as a human shield. The next shot hit him square in the chest, and I grimaced. “Sorry, pal, you’re in the wrong line of work.” Before the shooter could get another round off, I swung my new “shield” into him, knocking the gun out of his hands. He stumbled back, arms flailing, and I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the discarded weapon, aimed it at both of them, and pulled the trigger.

I shifted toward the nearest alley. Instinct. Training. Cover. The shooter tracked the movement. Still smiling. Then he stood. Preparing to leave. A blur moved across the rooftop behind him. Fast. Inhumanly fast. The smile vanished from the shooter's face. He looked frightened. The newcomer struck before the man could react. The impact launched him backward. Concrete cracked. The rifle skidded across the roof. I stared upward. My heart stopped. Atreus. For a brief moment, everything seemed frozen.

He choked on his blood. My eyes widened upon seeing the dagger he was holding. “Teivel?! Oh! I missed you!” I grabbed the dagger Shun was holding. “Thank you,” I smiled sweetly upon thanking him. Nilapitan ko siya at yumuko. “You shouldn't have done that, Hunter. Look where it got you.” I whispered and stabbed him again in the chest before skipping on the hallways. “I hate to say this, but, I missed the Legion HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

I call out to him and he looks at me once more, squinting a little under the heat of the sun. “Yes Sir?” He is the only one who calls me sir around here. I prop my elbows on my knees and lean forward. “If one day, you become our pack doctor and I come in on a stretcher dying from some godforsaken wound, have mercy on me, okay?” No sooner do the words leave my mouth than a gunshot thunder across the clouds, sending a flock of birds scattering wildly into the sky. Helios has fired a shot and he steps onto the field. He looks at each and every one of the participants, sweat dripping from their brows, all ready for the bloodbath to begin.

Gunnar nodded, holding his hand out to me, "Come on, this way." He pulled me along with him, moving quickly but almost silently on his feet. The plush grass muffled our footsteps and I almost felt bad for trampling on it with how good it looked. The thought disappeared just as quickly as it appeared and I refocused on the task at hand. The sound of rustling in the thick yet maintained shrubs surrounding us had us on high alert. Gunnar stopped moving, let go of my hand, and propped his gun so he could aim. I did the same, waiting patiently to see if I could spot someone. The bright red shirt Jericho wore came into view through the shrubs but just as I fired, he leaped out.

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

Zara said in a shocked tone “SSSHHH!!!!” Sunny said with the gun on his lips. Zara eyes widen as she recognized his tone. His voice echoed in her ears, then it struck her, he was ‘HIM’ “Yes, Zara, I’m your misfortune…” Sunny said glaring at her. And a laugh so evil and cruel came out of him. “But you know what! the biggest misfortune of life, happened to me and your death will suffice it!” Sunny said with hatred in his eyes and he pulled the trigger once more.