Wild Dog
Banned
No matter how hard I try, however much I drink, the demons of my past claw their way out of the bowels of my own personal hell. As I sit here, nursing my beer, I see a face I had tried to banish from my memory, tried but failed.
Ten years ago. I was young and dumb, but mostly too soft on the scum I dealt with...I let them live.
Her name was Lisa Fuller, age 18, according to her parents and all her friends she was a good girl. Going to a party in hopes of running into a boy she liked, she came in contact with a new drug that had hit the streets, Hellfyre. I don't know if someone spiked her drink or pressured her into taking it. But what I do know is that she overdosed that night, her parents died grief soon after.
Deciding it was time to rid my streets of that plague, I put a bullet in a dealer's knee for a tip. The tip lead me to a warehouse on the waterfront. Some quick reconnaissance told me I had find the right spot. I had no doubt that within those walls was the motherload, I intended to cash in my own payday...in justice.
The warehouse had three entrances, a guard posted at each one and one on the roof. I scaled the wall of nearby building. Firing a grappling line, I made my way to the warehouse roof, subduing the guard but leaving him alive. I figured the police could question him after I had finished. Rappelling down the side of the building, I made quick work of the thug beneath me then, soon thereafter, I stealthed the remaining two. I now controlled the outside and decided it was time to enter, and let the howl of the Wild Dog be heard.
I entered and found the warehouse empty, it was a trap!!!
Just then, I heard the doors being shut and barred behind me, and gas began to fill the room. Hellfyre!
My world erupted into fire. The drugs were taking effect and I all I could see was flame. With this much of the drug in my system I would soon be dead, yes even a constitution as powerful as mine could be overwhelmed. Luckily, I came prepared, I pulled a handgrenade from my war bag and disintegrated the main entrance in a shower of wooden shrapnel. I ran out to face my enemies, I didn't care if I took a bullet, anything for another breath of clean air. With my twin widow makers, my Glock 21s, I opened fire. When all was said and done I killed thirty men. After that day, Hellfyre was never dealt in my town again.
Ten years ago. I was young and dumb, but mostly too soft on the scum I dealt with...I let them live.
Her name was Lisa Fuller, age 18, according to her parents and all her friends she was a good girl. Going to a party in hopes of running into a boy she liked, she came in contact with a new drug that had hit the streets, Hellfyre. I don't know if someone spiked her drink or pressured her into taking it. But what I do know is that she overdosed that night, her parents died grief soon after.
Deciding it was time to rid my streets of that plague, I put a bullet in a dealer's knee for a tip. The tip lead me to a warehouse on the waterfront. Some quick reconnaissance told me I had find the right spot. I had no doubt that within those walls was the motherload, I intended to cash in my own payday...in justice.
The warehouse had three entrances, a guard posted at each one and one on the roof. I scaled the wall of nearby building. Firing a grappling line, I made my way to the warehouse roof, subduing the guard but leaving him alive. I figured the police could question him after I had finished. Rappelling down the side of the building, I made quick work of the thug beneath me then, soon thereafter, I stealthed the remaining two. I now controlled the outside and decided it was time to enter, and let the howl of the Wild Dog be heard.
I entered and found the warehouse empty, it was a trap!!!
Just then, I heard the doors being shut and barred behind me, and gas began to fill the room. Hellfyre!
My world erupted into fire. The drugs were taking effect and I all I could see was flame. With this much of the drug in my system I would soon be dead, yes even a constitution as powerful as mine could be overwhelmed. Luckily, I came prepared, I pulled a handgrenade from my war bag and disintegrated the main entrance in a shower of wooden shrapnel. I ran out to face my enemies, I didn't care if I took a bullet, anything for another breath of clean air. With my twin widow makers, my Glock 21s, I opened fire. When all was said and done I killed thirty men. After that day, Hellfyre was never dealt in my town again.