A.i.L Chapter 3

A.i.L
All in Love
(Some notes to start,1: I promise to at least post 1 page a month.2:There WILL be jokes.Don’t take me seriously.I also might say something slightly offensive,take it easy.3:This will be around 14+.There will be swears,blood, drugs,& trigger offensive things(I will warn before though))
While everything behind that door sounds fun,I'm stuck in this room doing frick all.You know,you'd think being in a mafia would be wicked cool but honestly,for me, it's more boring than the day we had.

With epic cool gun shots and screams and what nots,this is a truly epic battle!At least,I would say that,but since I'm not and "experienced fighter" I'm not allowed to shoot guns and such even though I GREW UP WITH THEM!"I WOULD WHOOP THEIR ASS ,FOR IF MY NAME ISN'T ... holy crap".
Holy sardines,I was never named!Everyone just called me "kid" or "bud" or "protag" for some reason.How was I never named!Did it just pass people's thoughts!Or did no one care!Like holy mother of fu-"CRASH".

"WHO'S THERE!" "..." "I SAID WHO'S THERE!" "So this is who you call ' Papa ' ".Papa came into the light with a shotgun to his head held by some sunavabitch."WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!" I said with tears flowing through my eyes and clog in my throat."Kid,calm down.." "Oh boo hoo, look at this wonderful reunion.You know this mother fucker made me lose my job those many years ago!".It was the guard from my very first heist.

"I was was scared that day,I was scared for my life!I was scared my daughter might never see me ever again!But you know what !I'm Not scared anymore!BECAUSE I HAVE THE POWER TO TAKE THIS BITCHES LIFE AWAY!" "please.." "Oh Shut Up!".Papa's life is in danger,so I grabbed the closest thing ,a gun from this mafia base, and aimed as fast as I could.People always said to aim for the femur of the torso,but in this second i aimed for the head.Then I saw something I probably shouldn't of seen.

Hey,yo,whats up ,it's me ,the author ,& I am here to say something.This kid spent his entire life thinking darts are bullets,and he has shot guns thinking that this is what guns do.He was wrong and he is going to see what was really hiding behind that door.Mentally and physically.

(Trigger warning for : Blood.Just know he pukes and shit.He doesn't shit though)
Holy shit.."holy fuckin-mrrrroooOOOOOOOHHHG".Jesus.What a minute did I eat fries in the last 24 hours?"Holy crap kid,are you oka-" "gₗₑbgaᵣₗₑₑₑₕₕₕₕ~-.I'm[huff] fine".His body is laying there,without out a head,lifeless.His brains are on some boxes behind him,Pink and red,chunky and slimy.I think I can hear an oozing sound.

I spent the entire rest of the day in a blanket or in a shower,if not in front of a toilet."Holy shit I never asked Papa about my name!"

END OF CHAPTER THREE