Another one bites the dust (Private)

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Anthony walked the streets of central. He stood at his 6.1 feet tall with his long sliver hair flowing down into his face. He was wearing his leather outfit with a blood red overcoat which concealed a great many things in it and in its pockets. Including a Picture of his dead sister , two Desert Eagles some fake ID's with his many aliases on it , extra ammo clips Finally the current wanted poster of himself. He had pockets for each thing and he memorized where each was. His Desert eagles were more or less not in a pocket but just inside the hidden part. Which each bullet has transmutation circle carved in on them , along with his gloves. This night he was not out for a sundae, or some Military general he would not rant on in his thoughs about his hatred for over excentric football fans. No tonight he goes back to where it al began, the person who made him the way he is now, well minus the old Fuher, but he is already dead so not much can be done to him now. This night was diffrent because root of all of Anthony's problems die tonight. He carried a guitar case with him tonight. Inside it was a Sniper Rifle but of course no one really knew that so well yeah.

He walked his to a building sat in front of it and took a look. He shook his head in a manner meaning no and walked a few more blocks he found a new building.He stood in front and looked " Perfect... " He said calmly but with a hint of joy and happiness in his voice.He opened the door to the building and entered it. He walked up about 20 flights of stairs until he reached the roof. He put the cinderblock by the door in front of it and continued to the edge. Laid out in the distance was Central Prison. He scouted it out a few days ago and found out which cell his target is in.

He reached in the guitar case and pulled out the sniper. He looked up at the cear night sky, tonight was a good night for a kill, esspecially someone this evil. He laid down with a picture of his sister next to him, he kissed it. He placed it back in his pocket.He adjuted the Sniper to the distance and wind. He looked though the scope and aime up the shot. There she was, that evil witch his adoptive mother, she is the reason of his Sister Rachels death. " This is it, now woman today you burn in hell for your crimes, may you rest in the pit of flames for all eternity. " and with those words being uttered a loud shot echoed around the town. The shot traveled from the barrel of the gun through the window of her cell.It pierced her though her head, the blood soaked the cell. Anthony smiled as he lowered himself from the Scope.

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It was a day like any other day on the bustling crowds of central. The noisy chatter made for the constant ambiance along with the loud traffic on the streets as people hurried to and from their daily destinations. Josef walked among the hordes of pedestrians, just another face in a sea of humanity, a person who was nothing out of the ordinary from an outward appearance. A plain black t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, sneakers, the whole typical set. His neck length brown hair and earthy brown eyes were nothing that would catch the eye either. But this ordinary person did not tread the monotonous path of Central's crowded path, and shortly diverged onto a nearly empty back street that ran by the prison.

Josef Draper walked along at a leisurely pace along the backstreet littered with garbage and dirty puddles of rain water. Well, not really 'walking', per say, more so stumbling. Josef grimaced in pain as he leaned against the brick wall of an old apartment building facing the prison across the street. He searched his pockets frantically, their contents spilling out onto the ground. As coins clattered against the sidewalk, along with a cheap cell phone and other various miscellaneous items, faint sparks of what looked like electricity began to dance around his hands, forming branching arcs the bridged between his fingers before fading off the second they appeared. Finally, he produced an unlabeled plastic pill bottle from his pocket, and quickly lifted it to his mouth, letting a few of the small, clear capsules fall into it. Hastily swallowing the pills, Josef slid down with his back against the wall, his legs giving way until he lied sprawled out. The strange electrical phenomenon faded away as quickly as it had began, and in a matter of minutes, Josef was able to struggle to his feet and slowly began to gather his things together, a weary look upon his face.

And then a sound, sharp and loud, a snap in the air that could not be mistaken in its distinct quality. "A gun shot?" Josef muttered to himself, his voice harsh with exhaustion. It sounded like a high caliber rifle too. A single shot was fired....so was it a sniper? What on earth would a sniper be doing in Central? Making sure he left nothing on the ground, Josef took survey of his surroundings. The prison across the street was slowly galvanizing into an uproar is shouts could be heard from open windows and guards outside. From within the prison? That was a possibility, he couldn't rule out an inmate getting his hands on a guard's weapon. But it was a sniper shot, if anyone had a sniper rifle, it would be a guard in a tower. It would be meaningless for an inmate to ascend a tower if he were meaning to escape. From outside the prison? Josef noticed a guard pointing at the building he was standing next to. Did someone fire the shot from the roof? That was something he could investigate himself. Curiosity taking hold of the young alchemist, Josef opened the unlocked door of the apartment building and entered. It was a rather dirty and bleak apartment, covered in dust, holes in the wall and floor, broken furniture here and there. It was obvious nobody had lived here for years. Carefully climbing the stairs with the utmost caution, Josef made his way towards the roof, in which upon reaching the door that led to it, found it to be blocked. The door itself was not in good condition, however, and it was only a matter of using his shoulder to smash into it and knock it over, and then- "Waaaa!" he exclaimed as he fell forward, the decrepit old door giving away much easier than he had predicted, the cracked wood practically snapping in two.

Josef, covered in a few scrapes and lying on the ground, quickly looked up to find a person standing not to far away from him. He was a curious looking man with a red overcoat and silver hair and in his hands was a sniper rifle. Well there was no doubt that this man was the one who fired the shot, now all Josef had to do was.....was.....what did he plan on doing once he found the man who fired the shot? It occurred to him that he had not planned that far ahead at all, once again he had let his curiosity take hold of him and lead him into an unlikely encounter. "Ermm, hello there" said Josef, smiling towards the silver haired sniper.

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