Setting
Fukuda-oldfAr+
9 pts
- too many rape and assault attempts on humans.
- aliens are your enemies, stupid.
Who the hell is behind this crock!? Fukuda was appalled. "Whoever the hell you are you've made an enemy of the wrong man." he muttered. At the same time he also feareed that the comments would remind everyone of his deeds and turn on him. he decided to inch further to the back of the apartment towards the exit door. after a couple of minutes he heard the door unlock with a click! Without further thought he bolted out of the apartment and was heading down a flights of metal stairs that screeched with every footfall. For a second he turned around to look back at the run down apartment building. "Strange. The apartment I was in...it appeared brand new." The old man didn't waste anymore time on it. He had a more pressing matter that he knew was in need of his attention immediately. His wife.
Lucky for him, Fukuda was able to catch a cab to one of his homes where he picked up a handgun and one of his cars. Then he drove to a hotel for the night, assuring himself that it would be safer. Apparently, only few hours had passed since he arrived in the room with the mysterious and the end of the mission. Staring at his watch it was 4 am. He tried contacting his assistant, but her voice-mail came up every time. After a few minutes he fell asleep
and slept straight for 9 hours.
When he awoke he tried his assistant once more and this time decided to leave a message, telling her he had something important o discuss. Almost immediately she called back, but it wasn't her voice on the phone. "Dinners still ready, Yasuo dear." his wife immediately hung up. She was calling him out. He cursed, then began laughing uncontrollable. It was fine if she still knew he was alive. He'd kill her regardless.
Fukuda left the hotel, got into his car and drove off to the place where he last dined with his wife. The place where he died. When he arrived at the condominium, the door was unlocked. "Don't be afraid, Yasuo dear, come on in." his wife said inviting him in. Yasuo pulled out the handgun and walked into the room. "Well, I'll be damned. It really is you." She was sitting at the same end of the table she was at the night before.
"Did you really think a hag like you could kill a man like me?" he smirked. He glanced at his assistant who was bound to a chair at the table with bulging eyes and a blood soaked sock in her mouth. He could see his assistant's intestines dangling between her legs. "You're disgusting, Tokiko." he calmly spat at his wife.
"I'm disgusting?!" Tokiko cackled. "You're the one sleeping with whores! You pathetic excuse of a man!" She pulled out a gun and the couple fired at each other simultaneously. The room lit with each shot until Yasuo Fukuda's face hit the carpet, the blood running from his forehead staining it a dark red.
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