1 Prologue (1/2)

Well hello to you people. I am Rey, and I'm a God. Though I wasn't always a God, there was a time when I was just a normal human being.

I had a normal childhood, I had a great family and great friends, but that changed when I entered high school, however at that time I didn't know. I had always wanted to become a FBI agent, and so I worked hard to get the job.

I finally got it after years of drinking coffee to stay awake at 6 in the morning to study. My life then became a little bit more interesting. As an excellent agent I quickly got extremely important missions, which sent me travelling around the world, learning a lot of stuff and most importantly...Traumatising me.

I thought that FBI agent dealt with some normal criminals, dangerous ones of course but I thought they were normals, unfortunately it seems I got to deal with the worst of the worst. And that's how my story really began.

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A few days ago one of the most wanted criminal in the world got sighted in Russia. The guy was the perfect copy of one of those villains in old slasher movies. He always left a ton of corpses behind, and trust me you don't want to know how they looked.

He had killed so much people that we couldn't even keep up. Everywhere he went, a dozen of people were killed, and for some reasons there was never any informations about his location. But we finally found him, though I still find weird the fact that after 5 years of hiding perfectly he just let his location be known so easily.

And now I could finally see why it seemed fishy to me.

« I fucking knew it. There was no way it wouldn't end like that. »

As I walked inside an abandoned hotel, I heard my colleague, Boris, complain about our situation. And I could understand why. Our target had decided to hide inside this hotel that barely stood, and we decided to enter at night. It was so dark we could barely see in front of us, we had lost our flashlights, and we were forced to walk on the corpses of the other agents who had ben sent there because our target didn't seem to want to get caught by us. Most of them were dead, and we had lost contact with the others. I just hoped some were still alive.

« Well atleast there is still the two of us, huh ?....Boris ? »

Turning around I saw that I was actually alone. Which was weird since I could feel someone's breath on my neck.

* Bang !*

Bracing myself I turned around once more, my gun in hand, and started to shoot at whoever had been behind me.

« Well, you are quite a dangerous fellow ain't you ? »

* Thud*

« Arghh ! »

Before I could even understand what was happening, my gun was stolen and I fell to the ground, a knife stabbed in my stomach. I could somewhat resist the pain but the monster who had stabbed me was moving the knife to make me suffer. And it seems like he really enjoyed it.

« You really * Cough* went for the jack the ripper look. You know * cough* it's not because you call yourself Jack the ripper and dress like him that you are him. »

« Oof....You really hurt me with your words agent Johnson. »