Epilogue Emergency: Hell In Your Eyes

While Smartz and Lucky were parting ways with Gun Man and his crew, other entities had been watching the fray occur from up above.
One exclusive club had their eyes set on Hit Man and Gun Shadow, falling in love with the poetic movements of her sword and Hit Man's tenacity for destruction. The set of purple eyes that stared from up above watched the smile form behind Gun Shadow's large scarf and that made Purple Eyes' smile, but he wasn't the only one smiling. Tonight he kept the company with another member of the murderous outfit, The Thirteen. Tonight, he shared the company of a muscular, scruffy brown haired man wielding a ornate double barreled shotgun, torso housing a large chain of bullets. His clothes were unlike Purple Eyes. Where as Purple Eyes was polished, the other gentleman had a dirty look about him filled with scars and grime. It was as though he had just finished waging a personal war against a entire country. His eyes gleamed differently too. Purple Eyes' pupils shone with a determination, gleamed with the readiness of murder, while his company held no such gleam. No such shine. His dark eyes gave passage to anyone who was willing to venture into the soulless cavern that was his heart. His stare told a story of many deaths and much pain and his name was simply, "Redemption." He turned toward the smiling Purple Eyes and felt a strong feeling to vomit when he saw that excited smile flash across his face. Purple Eyes was a true monster, much more than he felt he was. He only murdered those who sought death, but Purple Eyes murdered anyone, whether seeking death or merely running away from it. Redemption felt Purple Eyes was unworthy of the title Thirteen. "What do you think?"
Redemption's voice was deep and dark. The kind that would belong to a Sequoia that grew into the sky without ever seeing the sun. "About what?"
"What do you mean what?" He asked as though there was no need of an answer. "Did you not see them? They were amazing! I fought him and he changed forms in front of me and was able to keep up, now this? He was like......one of us....and she.....she's naturally gifted in ways we couldn't even imagine and her potential for wonderfully evil things." His eyes rolled dreamily. "I think I'm in love with her."
Redemption shook his head, disappointment filling the black hole that was his heart. "What did you want to show me exactly, potential recruits? I don't see why you would want to show me potential Thirteen when you yourself aren't even a Thirteen member."
Purple Eyes turned around to face Redemption. Even from Purple Eye's crouching position, Redemption could see the evil red flashing across his eyes. It was at that moment when he realized that something was wrong. "Well Redemption," Purple Eyes stood up and turned his head facing the city below. The only chance Redemption would have had to end the fight right there, but Redemption wasn't like Purple Eyes. He only killed those who sought death, not those who were already dead. "I am well aware of the Initiation, believe me the innocents who die will know about me and fear me in the afterlife. And since you want to know so badly about the reason you out here, I wanted to show you what the future looked like."
Redemption raised an eyebrow. Not necessarily confused. More surprised by Purple Eyes' truthfulness. He crossed his arms defiantly, shotgun exposed, and he asked, voice filled with a confidence, "So what does the future look like Evil Eyes?"
Purple Eyes turned his head into the profile position and his smile said it all. "Younger."
Redemption let his arms fall free with a grip of death on his shotgun. His smile told a story all its own. He was ready to embrace death with his eyes closed while Purple Eyes was ready to embrace the future, eyes wide open. "So I guess you're the future right?"
Purple Eyes smiled, mouth curling like the serpent viewing a lost soul, and he answered, "No....We are the future. Me, Gun Man, and the young lady who was with him. I grow tired of you old Thirteens and your in the closet ways. We are the premier assassins, murderers in the world. Why should we not be known?"
Redemption shook his head, "Because we are a secret society. We are air. The wind. A whisper. But if you feel you will be able to not only kill me, sway the rest of the Thirteen, and convince Gun Man and his friend to join you, go on, you have a daunting task ahead of you, young one. But if you think it'll be easy to kill me....you have another thing coming!!!" He yelled while pulling his shotgun on Purple Eyes. But when he set his sights on what was supposed to be Purple Eyes, he found a mirage and a blade lodged into his chest. With Redemption holding onto the blade, Purple Eyes leaned down and whispered in his ear, "It was easy, old friend." He chuckled lightly in his ear and added, "Go home Redemption. You're free from life that isn't yours." And with that last statement, Redemption bursted into ashes, wind carrying him from that rooftop where he once stood solemnly. Even in death, Purple Eyes could feel the happiness coming from the ashes that floated all around him.
Purple Eyes smiled, feeling the extascy of having killed one of the prominent members of the Thirteen. That only twelve murderers and assassins. That was his spot he claimed but he knew the Initiation required the soul of an innocence. He was fine with that. Phase one was complete, now he waited to see if there would be any retaliation from the Thirteen. He knew there wouldn't be. It was in the nature of a Thirteen member to kill. He was just waiting for two more Thirteen's to come after naively thinking because he was younger, they were stronger. He looked up to the sky, smiling, "I will make greatness happen, Redemption, and I hope that you turn in your grave when you see me complete my mission." He laughed a heinous laugh into the sky hoping he was staring at the eyes of Redemption's ascending soul.


Another entity had been looking down on the group from a different vantage point. The sky ship that floated inconspicuously through the clouds had captured the images of Gun Shadow and the rest battling the beasts down. The occupants in front of the monitor watched the battle with a glee of a child unwrapping their first Christmas present. A cold, pale seemingly young man, wise beyond his years watched the battle, calculating every move they made, making his decision. He turned to his lietenuit and stated with a calm of a old soul, "I see our young heroes have taken the bait."
His beautiful lietuinit smiled and faced her commander. "Yes sir they have." She turned toward the monitor that replayed the battling prowess of Gun Sword, the efficiency of Hit Man, and the collectiveness of the rest. "We have identified two of the fighters, the most prominent actually, as the celebrities Brody Johnson also known as Lucc'y Luciano and Kylie Peterson, the fashion designer. The rest are a mystery, not revealing themselves fully or even showing up on our records. This leads me to believe that the red head is not from Nashville."
"Is it possible that he is from the state of Tennessee?" The commander questioned.
She answered unsure. "Quite possibly, but because of the towns that have fallen victim to the Evil Virus, some of the records may not be accurate. It may be possible that this boy is from a town taken over by the Virus, thus making him virtually impossible to track down. But we will find him. With our resources, it will only be a matter of time before we have all of their identities."
The commander nodded his head and he looked back at the monitor. When he saw Smartz, he paused the action going on the screen. "Only thing perplexes me though." His statement was simple and cold hearted as he stared at Smartz in the monitor.
"What is that sir?"
"This one..." He pointed to Smartz, "I am more curious to find out about her more than anything else."
She gave a dumbfounded look. "Why is that sir?"
The commander smiled, "Because it would appear to me that this one has to be a shape shifter of some kind. She could be very detrimental to our leader's cause."
There was no need to call the lieutenent confused. It was evident that ever since the footage of the fight appeared on the screen she had been confused. "But sir, how could you possibly know this?"
Just then, a figure had entered from behind her. Her voice was seductive as she spoke, "Because that is my face she is wearing." The lieutenent turned around and sure enough, the same beautiful face that was on the screen was right behind her. The only difference was the expression they wore. While the woman on the monitor's face was filled with shock and fear, the woman behind had a look that told her that she had not known fear for a very long time. Her smile spelled dangerous. Her voice was like a whisper from the devil. "And that is my baby girl fighting for her, which probably means that her older sister is not far behind. The young man shooting at the beast is an old family friend. That's how he is sure that she must be a shapeshifter the only thing he unsure of is her actual face and her actual identity."
The lieutenent cleared her throat nervously and added, "Well, that eliminates three unknown identities, leaving us with three more, including the shapeshifter."
She continued to talk but her words fell on deaf ears as the commander's eyes were captivated by Kylie and Kayla's mother's. His smile was enticing. His body language was delicious. Kylie's mother seemed seduce, but upon closer inspection, she had been the one in control of the seduction. He asked with that same cold voice, "I feel as though you would like to make finding this young woman a priority, Karen."
She smiled and looked at the monitor. Seeing the mirror image of her face on the screen made her realize the beauty she held. She smiled raising the dimples on her face, and looked back into the commander's captivated eyes and she answered, "But of course, Levarius."
He looked into her vampiric yellow eyes and he not only saw hell raging in her pupils, but he also saw a kindred spirit, a woman who saw civilations crumbling in her fingers.