It's December 31st, 2021 and my college classes are out for the day so I'm walking around campus. When I passed by a lamp post I felt a shiver down my neck and remembered the reports going around lately. Something about a shooter on campus hunting students. This shiver from my spine is reminiscent of when Howard looks at me with a gun during MJROTC. The darker side of my mind screams to duck suddenly and I hit the deck as concrete flies from a bullet.

The hair on my neck shoots up and my body runs off instincts as I roll to the left suddenly. A shot meant for my heart blows a chunk out of the sidewalk. Scrambling to my feet I just don't think I just acted and U-turned onto the shot path. Running like a madman as my mind screams commands, my body hyper focused by adrenaline reacts to the slightest disturbed feeling. A bullet rips my left ear to shreds as my head swerves to the side quickly.

Feeling the trickle of warm blood and the loss of most of my left ear. My feet pounded on the ground harder as my right hand shot forward and physically slapped a bullet somehow. A kinetic burn marks my hand but I kept running. The voice of my dark desires snarled in my mind threatening a psychotic break. The sniper seemed to have realized what's going on though. The shots stopped.

From the arts building a figure walked out shaking her head in disbelief. A hunting rifle in her hands as she takes a pot shot at my legs. My left leg shot out taking the bullet to my thigh as I propelled myself forwards. This catches the fucking bitch off guard as I literally flung myself onto her. She shrieked in surprise and anger as my teeth sunk into her right ear. I ripped it off and spit it out while wrestling her for the gun.

"GET OFF ME CADET SERGEANT CARTSON! YOU SHOULD'VE JUST LET ME USE YOU FOR TARGET PRACTICE YOU FUCKING *******!"

A shrill hysterical voice came from her mouth but I head butted her violently in response. The shooter was Jessica Goldez, commander of Bravo company. She had shoulder length black hair tied into a ponytail, green eyes, tan skin, and is of Japanese descent. She, if I remembered correctly, wanted to become a special forces marksman. She tried tilting the gun barrel towards me but I growled forcing the body of the gun into her throat. Pressing it into her throat as she fought against me.

"End of the line bitch! You can't try to snipe someone crazy without a game plan. We're pretty inhuman at times."

Choking the life out of the company commander with her own gun. Her struggles slowly lessened as her eyes started losing focus. With one last forceful push of the gun into her throat, I broke her neck. I killed my first person. I don't feel much about it. As my body tried to relax, a hand grabbed my head from behind. A knife slit my throat as a man cackled.

"Hahahagaha! Fucking wonderful fight! But I was out for some prey so goodbye kid. The Bellton Hunter adds you to my legacy!"

A second killer in one night? My rotten fucking luck. With blood escaping from my slit throat I in my defiance aimed the gun I still held behind me. Pulling the trigger I heard a pained whine from the fucking SECOND killer. My world eroded into darkness and I fell forward lifeless.

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"Last night at Dalton University in Lamburg Colorado, two students and one male adult in his late thirties were found dead. One student, Jessica Goldez, was a company leader for the MJROTC was found strangled to death. She was found below student Dakota Cartson, a fellow MJROTC student who had been shot and had his throat cut open. The final person found deceased on campus was thirty-seven year old Austin Valdez, a gunshot wound in his chest.

Police say this was a three way murder case in which Jessica Goldez, now stated to be the campus shooter tried to kill her fellow cadet. Who in retaliation ended her own life in what is assumed to be a violent struggle. Austin Valdez, now certain to be the Bellton Killer, slit cadet Cartsons throat after the fight. Where he was possibly shot by the cadet in one last act of defiance."

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Walking down a path of gray light I looked around at the area I found myself in. It's a stormy black white area with this gray glowing road. Each step I took caused white or black ripples as I stepped on what felt like a watery surface. Eventually I came up to a pedestal with an old bulky tablet on it. The words "RECYCLE SOUL" flashing on the screen. When I stood in front of it the screen changed to explaining something.

{Welcome to limbo, you've died and your soul is being recycled into a newer life. However, you've split blood and did not think about it as something horrible. You shrugged it off like it was another monday. Hence the gray road of Limbo you stand on. You who would be a black road killed two black roads in self defense. Thus you are neither black or white but gray.

The two you have killed walked the black road straight to damnation for the lives reaped. The white road would lead to a better life with a clean slate of memories. You however must see where this is going, right? You walk the gray, your soul is being recycled, your memories will be partially erased, and you will live remembering and feeling your death. But no longer as Dakota Cartson but someone else, but compensated with a boon for your services. A 32 round cylinder revolver being your boon's main form with a gun shop as your assisting boon function.}

"Anything special about this gun and what does this assistant gun shop offer?"