Encumbrance by Tai Goodman (sight word books .txt) 📕

He fired his rifle, and blew a hole the size of a pothole next to BJ's foot. "HOLY SHIT! THIS GUY'S INSANE!" BJ screamed as he sprinted down the street. Vixen pulled a zipline gun out of his bag and fired a zipline. While holding on, he tried to snipe BJ. BJ avoided another bullet, that hit a pole, landing on a fire hydrant. The water spraying out caused BJ to slip and hit his head. Vixen changed the direction of his zipline, going over BJ. 

BJ composed himself, and casted a spell on his feet. "FOXHOUND!" His speed was increased. BJ started trotting as quickly as a fox.

"YOU BETTER HOLD ONTO YOUR HEAD, MATE! YOUR SKULL WILL MAKE A NICE ADDITION TO MY COLLECTION!"

 "FUCK YOU, TWAT! YOU'RE CRAZY!"

Vixen one-handedly fired, and hit a spot right behind BJ's feet, sending BJ through an automobile's back windshield and through the front one. BJ landed against the sidewalk.

"Demon, you shall suffer the consequences of being alive on this Earth!" 

BJ screamed out, "I'M NOT A DEMON! FOR GOD SAKES!" 

Vixen landed right besides BJ's position. Vixen used a type of sense to detect BJ's source of power. "Hmm.. you might not be. But still, I have a job I have to do. Goodbye." 

"You're right, goodbye!" 

BJ casted a spell of invisibility on himself. Vixen aimed around. "No- NO! WHAT THE FUCK! WHERE'D YOU GO! YOU COWARD! COME BACK HERE AND FINISH THIS!" 

BJ'S RESIDENCE

BJ returned home and fell on his couch, again. Then Victor appeared out of nowhere. "You've done well. The chaos you're created. Now we wait for a new lead so you can go murder the next branch of parliament." BJ nodded, then his vision started disorienting. "Whoa... what's happening to my sight?"

"Calm down, it's just weakness. Your bones are tired from using the spells too much today. You'll regain your strength." 

 VIXEN'S RESIDENCE

Connor placed himself down on a stool next to his workspace. The workbench was crowded with clockwork technology that only the finest mechanic could understand, like him. The gadgets were weird, they were big and technical. But they were engulfed in the spirit of a demon hunter. They were life-sized. He winded up the back of the devices. And then he faintly whispered, "Scaramouche. Extract him from this Earth."

BJ's RESIDENCE

The voice in BJ's head whispered, "Wake up... You're in danger." BJ's eyes flickered and he awakened from his sleep. The moment he awakened, a bunch of mannequins were surrounding him. "Wha... What the bloody hell's going on?" 

The mannequins were in poses that looked like they were ready to strangle him. BJ then sat up on his couch. There were four mannequins. 

He then got up, while the mannequins were behind him, and felt a light tap on his head. He spun around, and one of the mannequins had both of its hands on the sides of his skull. "Jesus Christ..." He started reversing away from the scene, and pulled out his sabre. "Alright, what are you? Who do you think you are, busting in here thinking you own my house! If this is a trick, you might as well leave and never return!"

The mannequins remained in their original pose. BJ aimed his sabre at one's neck after noticing a thick space between the skull and the chest. "What type of game are you playing? Take that stupid suit off and face me like a man." The mannequin remained in its solitary pose. "THAT'S IT!"

BJ inserted the blade into its neck, and it vanished into dark pieces. BJ blinked, and the remaining mannequins had moved closer. BJ punctured one's head, destroying it, and then slashed up the other. The mannequins were depleted of. Victor appeared again, and informed him, "It's a new day in Euvoskia. You should go walk outside and see how."

BJ took a stroll outside and noticed how everything had changed. People weren't happy with the way the present Euvoskia government was. Citizens were marching down the streets, all negatively, in a riot. Then Harold Barbeau got onto the street communication system, and informed everyone:

"Citizens of England, may you lend me your ears? I am assistant prime minister, Harold Barbeau. There's been a change of plans in God's country, several. I'm pretty sure you know about the massive counts of murder, those who have been killed being held in our government. This man is known to us only by his mask's name. Scaramouche. If you do not know who this is, the mask looks like a pinnochio mask that has black drawn on eyelashes, and blue sequins that outline the mask. That's why the mask is now banned. If you see a man wearing a royal coat and Scaramouche mask, report it immediately. The punishment for this crime will be imprisonment for 3 days. Then execution by guillotoine in public." 

Popping his neck in place, BJ knew he was in for a tough time. 

BARBEAU'S OFFICE

Vixen was sitting in a chair next to Barbeau's desk. "Why 3 days? There's only one whacko who's doing this, anyways." Harold shook his head and stood out of his chair. "Connor, you didn't even assassinate the target last night, so shut up."

"I'm just asking, mate. 3 days?"

"Well I said THREE days because I have a theory; What if it's not one man? What if there's more than one, and that every single time one strikes back, another one disguised like him steps in to perform the dirty work? And then it goes in a cycle. A loop. And it's fucking annoying."

"Then upgrade your arsenal so they can kill the man." 

Barbeau nodded. "Good idea. I'll import a bunch of machine guns from a foreign country in one day, give one to each officer in England, and then tell them all to stay up late trying to find this guy. Useless rubbish."

"Not a bad idea."

Barbeau stopped for a minute and grinned. "Actually... I agree."

EUVOSKIA

10 P.M

"It appears that the prime minister has upgraded his army. More importantly, they all face me. They are all scared, I can see it in their eyes. Though one man decided to face me head on, with a machine gun." 

BJ walked out in front of the sights of a machinegunner. The guard said, "FREEZE! DROP YOUR WEAPON! GET ON THE GROUND!" BJ shook his head. "I believe I cannot do that, sir. I'm doing this for a good cause."

"And what cause would that be?"

"Killing your prime minister and all of his mates." 

The man started laughing. "Well, this is pretty convenient- I'm one of the heads of parliament. AND YOU my friend, just walked into a trap. Say your goodbyes.." He aimed down the sights. "....PUNK!"

The man started firing the machine gun. BJ casted Foxhound on his feet, increasing his speed. "YOU'RE ONLY GONNA MAKE THIS WORSE!" BJ screamed, dashing over to the man's position. Bullets rained horizontally towards his area, and with his sabre out, he sliced one in half. Then another. And another. The man's teeth started showing as he held down the trigger with ease. "COME ON! YOU GOTTA DIE SOME TIME!" 

"Duck!" said the voice in BJ's head. BJ ducked underneath gunfire, as a bullet from elsewhere missed his head. BJ quickly turned, and shot a man in his face who was holding a gun. BJ continued apporaching the man behind the machine gun. "YOU'VE GOT NOWHERE TO GO, BOY!" BJ slowed down time with a magic spell. And in real time, BJ instantly sped over to the man when he was out of ammo. "You should have just given up and went home." 

BJ stabbed the officer in his neck, then spun the gun around to where he could use it. And with the remaining ammunition, BJ ripped the man apart with a hailstorm of gunfire. Then a group of guards started to come around the corner, sprinting towards BJ. "Fucking hell!" 

He started sprinting in the other direction down an alley. "HE'S DOWN THAT WAY! SMOKE HIM OUT!" one of the guards yelled. One of the officers pulled out a smoke grenade, pulled the pin, and lobbed it down the alley. "CHOKE ON THIS!"

While the officers stood there waiting, BJ ran out from behind them as he took another route in the alley. He checked the piece of paper he had in his pocket that located the next member of parliament. 

EUVOSKIA

21st STREET

PALACE

BJ busted in through the doors, and with his pistol out, he said, "PUT YOUR MITS UP!" The person he was searching for was gone. Though, a window was opened with the curtain flailing in the wind. "Oh no... You're not getting away!" BJ went out of the window and along the balcony was the man he was looking for. "STOP RIGHT THERE!"

The target was named Gordon Siskel. He worked in the public service division of parliament. He spun around and gave his attention to the man trying to kill him, BJ. "If it's not me that kills you, it'll be the fall that kills you from up here!"

"Well at least I won't be killed brutally, like all the others! Gillian, Guttenborough, and all the others!" 

BJ strafed around the siding of the building, trying not to fall off of the edge. A train rolled by on a nearby track. Siskel watched it roll by, as he had nowhere else to go. "PLEASE, JUST LET ME GO!"

BJ ignored his plea. "JUST KIDDING! I'LL GO RIGHT THERE!" Siskel leaped off of the building, and landed on the train's top. BJ shook his head, and followed along.

 BJ landed on his feet on the traincar Siskel was on. "PISS OFF!" Siskel yelled at him, pointing his sword. The sword was a handle with a small blade... And a trigger. BJ pointed his finger at the stub of a sword. "That's your weapon of choice. That little... thing?"

Siskel pulled the trigger, setting off a chain of events. A long blade extended, then unfolded into a bigger blade. It was a huge sword. "Dear GOD," BJ said. Siskel smirked and said, "Bigger is always better, right?"

BJ was jealous and angered. "The big difference between that and this sabre is that smaller knives are easy to pull out of the crevice I'll make in your corpse." Siskel charged, sword first. BJ ducked underneath it, and with the grip of the sabre, he knocked Siskel in the back of his knees and caused him to fall. Siskel punched BJ over the side