The Hour I First Believed.

[Some1]

This is a Novel/WWYD RPG. By Novel, I mean i'm going to be a lot more descriptive. In my other WWYD thread, it felt like I was using the word "You" a lot. I guess that is the point, but it's bothering So Sorry if you liked my other thread but if you liked my other thread you'll like this one.

There will be one set character and I'll post the poll for the WWYD part. Whatever you chose is the path the story will take.

I'm sorry I've been offline this past week. I was in a pickle and I still am but I'll get on. I'll start the story maybe tommorow night cause I'm on the road.

[Crazy Shane]

Ok. Start...................Now

[Some1]

Waking up was a hard thing for David these days. He would normally lay and stare at the ceiling thinking about how he could get out of this city and maybe start over. It would be the second time.
His phone was filled with messages from people who he associated with. People who called themselves his "friends". In truth, David disliked all of them, they were nothing but Liers and cheaters...Murderers. How did he get into this? Who knows, besides, it was too late to try to get out.



The people seemed like regular bussinessmen, they weren't. The suit and tie was a lie.Corporation leaders. The men who had gotten the city into an economic craphole. Men who are often respected because they usually rise from nothing and end up with a Degree in Financing. Instead of Being the Honest Men, they were doing the honest men. They robbed people and killed people. Their corporation was simply a facade, the real corporation was the drugs, cons and the hits on men who stood between them and their own twisted goal.
Two years earlier, David has come into the city broke and tired. At first, he got a job as a waiter at pizza restraunt and earned minimum wage. Things were looking up, but a little more money couldn't have hurt. During his time as a waiter, David met a man named Anthony. Anthony was the middle son of a well known corprorate dealer named Antoni Peterelli. Anothony said his father owned the restraraunt and would be closing it soon to find another more profitble way of extra income. He also said that his father has some men do ssome business around the city and he could drive them around to job sites.
David agreed and for a while the job was easy. Pick up a few of Peterelli's men and drive to where they tell you. Odd thing was, these "Jobs" were done at night in very isolated spots of the city. As ominous as it was, David continued to do his job mainly because he was getting paid and as far as he knew nothing illegal was happening. Things soon changed quickly however. One night during a midnight job run, David was suprised to hear gunshots. He looked to see the men he had driven fall to the ground dead. The other men started firing at him and he sped off, barely escaping with his life. Peterelli soon caught up with him and threatened to kill him but decided David could be used for some useful things like hits. Somehow, Peterelli knew that David had been in the army.



David rolled out of bed and checked his phone. The messages were from Peterelli's right-hand man. Duty called. He got dressed, grabbed his gun, a Colt pistol, and headed out the door. When he got into the car he stopped. Usually they gave him the name of the person they wanted dead. This time they only gave an address. He shrugged it off and started driving across the city into a suburb on the outskirts of town. When he pulled into the driveway no one was home. Just as he expected. He decided he would park the car down the street, then break into the house and wait for the person, whoever it was, to come home.
He waited for until dusk. He was good at waiting. It was something that came with the job. Someone opened the front door and walked into the kitchen. He peeked around the corner and saw the back of them. A man, average height and looked David's age. He snuck up behind the man cautiously and then the man turned around with a knife drawn. David used the skills he had aquired over his military career and disarmed the man, Or at least attempted to but it seemed that this man had some skills himself. In the middle of the fight David pulled his gun out, which was a rarity for him on jobs. Just as he suspected the man stopped. "Listen, I don't know who you are. I have no valuables for you to take."

WWYD
Shoot him
Let him live

[Crazy Shane]

Shoot the MoFo. I need the moneyz

[~Felly~]

I agree with Yano. =] Let's shoot him.

[Jack]

Shoot him. You were hired to kill him, so kill him.

[Sesshy]

Let him live

How do we know thats the right target?!Only got a addres right

[Crazy Shane]

Shoot first, ask questions later. Blow his head off

[Some1]

David pulled the trigger and watch as the body fell to the ground with a soft thud. Silently, he went back to his car and drove back to his employers offices.
"Golf was great today but I'll have to tell you about it another time, it's getting late Jim....Yes...I will thank you, you too. Bye." Mr. Peterelli hung up his phone and began packing his objects in a briefcase. The doors opened and David slowly walked towards the desk.
"The job's done."
"Excellent, you are a talented man David."
"Where's my money for the day?"
Peterelli reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ten.
"Here you go."
"That's it?"
"What do you mean thats it? Do I look like and ATM?"
"I'm tired of this life."
David pulls the gun out and points at Peterelli. The older man smiles.
"You aren't to smart are you? Your dead if you kill me."
"Actually, the men you've been sending me to kill were your own. Did you think I wouldn't find out eventually?"
Peterelli's face pales. David smiles coyly.
"Stocks just went down for you...Boss."


Kill Him or Torture

[Crazy Shane]

WTF would you torture him for?

Kill him, blow his head off, etc.

[~Felly~]

Torture. =] Felly always loves a nice torture scene.

[Jack]

Into bondage are you Audra? =P

Kill the old man.

[Some1]

Holy damn. I remember this. Well...I guess I couldn't really get into my own story. I don't think I was right to make something like this in the first place. Not really a true "Role-Play" I guess.

[Jack]

It sort of is. Besides, there's nowhere else it would really fit. Might as well carry it on.

[Some1]

I'll think about if you guys really want me to. Besides, I've got nothing to do for awhile. Though I won't be on Friday or this weekend.