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// Chapter 8: Happy Hunting 2/2 
// Story: Spike Drake 
// by Spike DrakeStar9 
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Spike wakes up the next morning without any visible emotion, gears up his guns and knives and leaves the apartments, heading back to the streets and retrieving his new car, driving through the city. He stops in front of the same garage and walks in, seeing Garble repairing a car, he stops what he is doing and confronts him.

"What do you need, Spike?" The boy asked more calmly.

"Locations that son of a bitch frequents the most," he said coldly when mentioning his pet's killer.

"He frequents the bar where you carried out a massacre, this place, the coastal bay and a club a few kilometers from here," he gave him what he wanted and went to continue working on his cars while the hitman leaves with the information he needed.




Somewhere else.

In a peaceful neighborhood, inside a colonial style house, are Spike's 2 friends, that is Thorax's house, he is lucky to have medical parents. They are both in the living room.

"Hey, Ember," he called the attention of her friend, who had been silent for a long time.

"You have doubts about where Spike is. Don't you? Me too," she told him without encouragement, since they found the small grave, nothing has been the same.

"Do you think he... Is back?" He hesitated a bit whether to talk about it.

Once they saw him with his other side trying to save them and... They were scared by how cold it can be, from that day he swore to them that he would never be that guy again. But now Arthur doubts whether he broke his oath.

"We found several smudges and bullet holes and... Fawkes," before continuing, he is abruptly interrupted by a frustrated Ember.

"Tell me what's your fucking point, Thorax!"

"My point is that these Mafia deaths are no coincidence. He's definitely back," he finally said.

Seeing her, he could see how she denies and grits her teeth, trying to deny what her friend said and believing that this is a dream, a nightmare.




Back with Spike.

At night, he parks a little way from the club and loads his Heckler & Koch P30L pistols with a capacity of 15 rounds of bullets, then gets out of the car and breaks into the club.




Inside.

The damn Discord is sitting in an armchair smoking a cigarette while on the other side there is a party with disco music, alcohol and more substances.

"Damn green haired son of a bitch," he insulted furiously as he takes another drag on his cigar.

On the other side, Spike begins to kill all the bodyguards, taking advantage of the loud music and his skills in various types of fighting to attack them and finish them off with a bullet to the head. Reload another 15 bullets and keep going, killing more of them no matter what.

He soon reaches a room knocking down another guard, meeting no one but Discord, who looks at him and sees something that horrifies him: Death itself, the angel that comes for you with that empty and spiteful look.

He then kills the guard without taking his eyes off him and Tony starts running for his life while the green haired boy just walks. The Mobster warns the remaining guards, but Spike just shoots and reloads, sometimes hand to hand when he doesn't have time to reload.

He runs across the club just to let his prey know that his hunter is here to claim his prize, it's almost like a game of hunt and catch. They leave the club and quickly Discord takes a car and runs towards the coastal bay, Spike follows in his Chevrolet, seeing more of Osbourne's men who he easily eliminates with the car as he goes down and sees him take a boat.

He goes down and starts walking while shooting close to him, inflicting fear on Discord, who starts the boat and starts to cross to the other side, our protagonist takes aim and fires the last 2 bullets, hitting him in the shoulder and leg, hearing his screams of agony.

"Very soon, damn Tony, your hunter will be done with his merry hunting," he said slowly and gravely, putting his gun away and just receiving a call from an unknown number which he answers.

"Hello, Spike Drake, this is the anonymous from years ago, known as Mr. Shadow, leave my best man alone, can we-," Spike hangs up before he can continue and is back in town before dawn.