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Sex, Guns and Swords: Rebooted Death


DEATH
The trial to Ink’s imminent death is met with harsh obstacles as Samuel must overcome the number of men and women paid by Ink to protect her life from danger. Dos pursues the assassin but is with met with more bullets from Samuel as he closes on Ink’s chambers. He weaves left and right while finishing his last round of bullets. He immediately takes out short sword from his back which was hidden. Before he could enter the last boss’s chamber, Dos is the only one left standing to oppose him. The final obstacle to finally end this madness.
    “You killed my sister you son of a bitch!” says Dos as she quickly draws out her knives.
Silence…
    “I did what I had to.” Samuel begins moving towards her. A blade fight ensues - both are skilled in the art but Dos had the upperhand as she is physically bigger than Samuel. She pushes the young assassin against a wall but Samuel manages to get out of that tight situation and slashes her right with his short sword.
    He decides not to end her life because she was already incapacitated from her words. “Fuck you!!!”
“Fight me you coward!”
Samuel punches her lights out. He finally enters the chamber of which his final target is. The sensation of finally reaching the top feels somewhat heavy on his chest.
    Ink welcomes him, “Hello beloved.”
Samuel draws out a gun - aims directly at Ink.
    “Is that how you treat your lover by pointing a gun at her face.”
    “I don’t know you bitch.”
    “Now, now. You can drop that gun, I’m not carrying anything.” she walks towards him while undressing her dress.
    “See? There’s nothing on me.” her warm hands caressing Samuel’s face and body.
He looks at her cautiously while still aiming the gun at her vital parts.
    “This will be the last time bitch.”
    “Are you sure? This whole building is rigged to explode the moment my heart stops beating.”
You would expect an epic fight between the two but this is not that kind of story.
As the lead courses through her physical shell,
Passing through her veins,
Her heart fades gently to the darkness,
Embroils in fire as nothing stands longer,
The Grim Reaper welcomes the souls that once warm the Earth.

I am Death, motherfucker.
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