Gabriel Walker: Angel of Death

[Jack Bauer]

For the past few weeks I have been writing a crime story and this story is based off of a character I created for the Crime RPG for the Official Horror RPG Board (http://hellhouse666.proboards78.com/) so here's Chapter 1 and I'll post Chapter 2 later on and post Chapter 3 by tomorrow. So, here it is Chapter 1:

The Cast List

Nicolas Cage or Edward Norton as Gabriel Walker/The Angel of Death

Robert De Niro as Angelo Spinelli

http://svt.se/content/1/c6/18/30/76/heat2_408.jpg

Matt Damon as FBI Special Agent Sean Mason

http://upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/m/matt_damon/thumbnails/tn2_matt_damon_2.jpg

Robin Tunney as Valerie Spinelli

http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/movie/inlaws/03.jpeg
Disclaimer: The following story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains the extreme use of ultraviolence, bloodshed, and strong language. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Chapter One



Meet The Angel of Death


Gabriel Walker didn't look like your typical contract killer, hitman or an assassin. He stood around 6'3'', weighted about 220 lbs and add the fact he was almost the age of 30 made him look like a typical young man but in reality he was in fact a freelance assassin for hire and he’s damm good at his job. Gabriel was born on July 13, 1977, the day of the New York Blackout. You could say that being an assassin runs through his veins as he was in fact the offspring of two assassins. His mother was one of those very rare female assassins while his father was world class assassin who had a one night stand with Gabriel’s mother. Unfortunately he would never fully know his mother as during the blackout she was ironically assassinated by a rival assassin.

Gabriel, now alone in the world, was now an orphan with no one to raise him. He was sent to an orphanage and was raised there until his estranged father came along. It is being raised with his father that he would be trained as an efficient assassin. But by his 21st birthday his father had left him. “You’ll understand this when you get older.” His father had told him as he packed up. “Why?” “An assassin is a loner with no connections to family, friends, love ones or allies. They just have themselves. It’s being an assassin that got your mother killed. She was never to suppose to have you or have met me because of that she was dead before she even knew it. They waited to kill her after she had you and the fact you’re still alive is still a mystery. Listen you are a wonderful son I just wish that we could have been a father and son differently then this.” And with that his father left him and he was once again alone in the world. It didn’t long for Gabriel to find work. He had his first job for an Underboss and he was damm he was going make him proud.

***

The First Job, 2 weeks later

The front doors of the apartment complex swung opened and a man in a black frantically walked out with two women in two as they followed him to his limo. Both of them had major cuts and bruises on them all over their faces and bodies. "Get the fuck in!" the man in black said, demandingly. The women got in along with the man in black and he turned to the front window. "Step on the fucking gas petal, you moron!" The driver nodded and drove away out of the area. From down the block a man wearing street clothing and a leather trenchcoat saw the limo driving off and followed after it on his motorbike. As the limo rode onwards the man in black back handed one of the women, causing to her to fall on the floor. "That's just a picture perfect image." He was about to unzip his pants when the driver suddenly slammed the brakes, causing him to be sent flying into a leather seat. "What the fuck are you doing?!" The man in black lowered the front window and saw his driver was stumped over the wheel, dead.

"Oh, my..." He frantically opened the roof window opened but the man in black saw Gabriel Walker standing tall and staring right back at him. "Salvatore Turner, your time is up." Gabriel said to him. Sal looked at the hitman and whimpered, pissing his pants. Before he knew it Gabriel aimed a .45 at him and quickly saw his worthless life flash before eyes before Gabriel ended it with a defining bang. Gabriel put away his .45 and said, “Good riddance to another drug dealer.” He looked at the two battered and bruised women with a hint of saddest. He then remembered what his employer had told him before leaving, “Remember to kill the women as well.” “Fuck you. I don’t need that shit in my life.” Gabriel muttered as he jumped off the limo’s roof and quickly hopped onto his motorbike, speeding away.

After little over twenty minutes Gabriel reached his employer’s strip club/bar and hopped off, shutting off his engine, and entered it. The strip club/bar was operated as a front for Underboss Vito Matarazzo, who by all accounts was sick and depraved as his father Carlo, who was the Don of the county. One time someone didn’t have their money for Vito nor Carlo so Vito was told about it, found out where the guy lived and took the guy’s left hand and began to hack it off. Needlessly to say Carlo and Vito Matarazzo weren’t a father and son to be messed with or else they’ll saw something off from your body. And that was on Gabriel’s mind when he entered Vito’s front and walked inside. Lenny, the bar’s owner and a friend of Vito, saw Gabriel and walked to him. “Hey, Gabriel, what’s up?!” he said with a smile. “Nothing much, Lenny, I just finish my first…job.” “I hear ya Vito will be with you in a few just relax and have a drink.” Lenny turns to two nearby strippers and snaps his fingers. “Please show our guest a good time while I go and get someone.” The strippers walked Gabriel to a private room while Lenny went to get Vito.

“So, what’s your name?” asked one of the strippers. “Mike Hunt.” Gabriel said, lying. “Cute name.” giggled the other one. “Thanks.” The strippers entered a private room and seat Gabriel down, who nearly hit the metal pole. As the ladies dance for him Gabriel could help but wonder why they look so familiar. “Sorry for asking but weren’t you two actresses?” Gabriel asked. The strippers stopped and nodded. “Yeah it kinda sucks when you have to resort to this after your career goes down hill.” said one of them. Gabriel felt a hint of sadness for the both of them. Two in one day. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought. The strippers continued to dance for Gabriel it wasn’t before long they started to strip for him.

***

From his office Vito watched on his monitor as his two strippers did their thing for Gabriel while loading his snub nosed Colt Python .357 Magnum. He heard through the grapevine that Gabriel didn’t kill the two women and now Gabriel had to pay for his two mistakes. “Start getting everyone out of the club.” Vito told Lenny. “What about the two strippers?” Lenny asked, referring to the two women dancing for Gabriel. Vito looked up and cocked the hammer back. “It looks there’s two openings for the club.” Lenny nodded and went out of the office to start closing up the strip club. Vito turned back to his monitor and moaned at the sight of the nude women.

He stopped as the bathroom door opened and Carlo stepped out. “Is that prick closing up shop?” “Yes, father, he’s doing as we speak.” “Good.” Carlo went to his son’s office table and grabbed one of his pistols, loading it. “Is his armed?” “Yeah but he has only a .45 and we have much better guns.” “Son you should never underestimate a hitman and their weapon. It’s like an art form when a hitman uses it.” “Of course father.” Vito and Carlo watched as the two strippers were performing never-ending lap dances for Gabriel. “It’s a shame if they die.” Carlo said. “They’re rather good for a couple of has-beens.” Vito added with smirk.

***

After awhile the two former actresses finished up and got dressed again, full knowing they take it off again within a matter of minutes. Gabriel got up and pulled out his wallet. “No, don’t this was on the house.” said one of the women. “I insist on this ‘cause you need this money more then me.” Gabriel pulled out 1,000 dollars worth of money and gave it to the women. “Thanks.” replied the woman, stuffing it into her bar as she left the room. The other woman stuffed it into her bra and the while showing Gabriel some extra. “Maybe some other time I could show you,” The other woman grabs Gabriel by the belt, wheeling him in, and kisses him on the lips. “A much more better private show because I could things that make you…” “Where?” Gabriel asked with a tone of get on with it. “Say your bedroom.” Gabriel could only smile and replied, “Sure it’s a date.” He reached into his jacket pocket and handed the woman a card with his info on it and added, “Call me any time you want and wear that outfit from your last movie. That was sexy.” He puts away his wallet and walks out of the room.

The club was quiet in fact too quiet as Gabriel entered the main area. The stage was empty and so was the club. “Where is everyone?” BANG! The glass mirror behind him exploded and broke apart as Vito had fired his shotgun. Gabriel took cover but Vito had quickly fired and Gabriel nearly took a pellet in his leg. He pulled out his .45 and fired a few shots at Vito with no effect. Vito took aim and fired once more this piece of the pellet caught Gabriel and Vito yelled out, “Success!” Vito threw away his shotgun and walked to Gabriel. He pulled out his snub-nosed .357 and Gabriel asked, “Why?” “You forgot to kill the whores! They’re witnesses to your killing and the mob doesn’t leave witnesses. We silence them by killing them!” “Yeah well I don’t need that shit in my life.” And with that Gabriel aimed his .45 and fired the last bullets into the groin of Vito. “My balls! What do you do to my balls?!” Gabriel reloaded with his spare clip and put a round into the head of former employer.

Carlo, who was watching from above, clapped as he walked downstairs. “Very good. I didn’t think anyone would have the balls…to kill my son.” Carlo walked to Gabriel and pulled out his .45 but Gabriel counter and shot Carlo in chest, not killing but wounding him. “Why?” “Because Carlo I want to look you in the eyes before I kill you.” Carlo began to piss his pants and Gabriel just smiled as he walked to the Don. “Sal did that before he died, which makes you like him a pussy.” BLAM! Gabriel puts a round into Don, killing him instantly. Lenny came out from the bar and looked at Gabriel. “Better go, kid.” “Thanks but what would you say.” “Mob hit and don’t worry about the videotapes. I’ll destroy them.” Gabriel nodded, rushed out of the club and to his motorbike, where the actress, he was talking too minutes before, stood. “I think I’m out of a job and my ride left me. Mind if I bum a ride with you.” “Sure.” Gabriel hopped on and turned on the engine. The actress held tightly as he drove to the actress’ house. “Where to?” “Actually I don’t have a home so can I go to your house.” “Sure.” Gabriel makes a turn and heads to his house where spending the night with the actress would be the only happiness would have in awhile as he left town the very next day and would become a freelance assassin.

***

Gabriel would see why his father said an assassin would be a loner. His job would become his lover, wife, and his children and probably the only thing he cared about. By the age of 29 he had completed nearly 50 assassinations. His assassinations were so good that people started calling him The Angel of Death as he was becoming the AoD personified. However some people do call him The Daywalker, a humorous pun on his actual name, but you would never live to see another day if you said that to his face.

Like all assassins he has but two rules that must know if you hiring him to perform a job for you. The first rule is no women or kids as women and children were always off limits. The second rule is don't you ever cross me. Those were the two rules that he lived by and he was damm sure that he didn’t break the first rule and you wouldn’t break the second rule because if you did he would come a calling and you would suddenly meet The Angel of Death face to face. But there was one rule he should have learned more correctly…never to fall in love.

[Jack Bauer]

Here's Chapter Two:

Chapter Two



The Problem


1:00 AM, The Present

His motorbike sped towards the industrial part of the city where so many abandon warehouses and Gabriel's loft resided. It was the perfect set up for an assassin as no one lived there expect for a local gang. Gabriel entered the very small alleyway of his loft apartment then parked his motorbike inside the garage as it opened up. He hopped off the motorbike and turned the engine off then walked out of it as the garage door closed. He walked inside the apartment building and walked up to his loft. Gabriel walked to the doorway and took out his keys. He had one hand opening his door while the other hand was on the trigger of his stainless steel Colt 1911. But the building was abandon so why did he keep his finger on the trigger because you can never be too sure if a rival assassin would try to kill you right then and there.

Gabriel opened the door and put away his keys inside his trenchcoat then walked into his apartment. His loft was spacious yet old and eerie as it looked like it was straight out of a horror film. But his loft did have three areas that filled the loft. In one area it was the living room and dining room combine into one area, in another area it was the bedroom and bathroom combine, and finally the last area was the armory, which also served as a gym, where Gabriel kept his tools of the trade over the years. As the years progressed he mainly used small arms like pistols but never revolvers as it took awhile to reload. He also used other weapons like knifes and shotguns, which he modified to fire a magazine rather then doing it “The Revolver Way”, and on rare occasions he would use heavy duty weapons like grenade or rocket launchers or his personal favorite weapon: the M107 Barrett rifle, which he rarely uses because how in the hell could you hide a sniper rifle that big.

Gabriel walked to his armory and took off his trenchcoat, putting on the coat rack, then went to his gun cabinet, opened it up and placed his stainless steel Colt 1911 back onto its spot. He took out his silencer from his inner trenchcoat pocket and placed it on the silencer shelf, where he kept an assortment of different silencers for his guns. Tired now Gabriel closed the gun cabinet and locked it then walked to his bathroom for a night’s rest. Even though his loft looked like it was straight out a horror film his bedroom, however, looked like it was a gift from Heaven. Gabriel undressed and got redress into some of his night clothing which consisted of dark jogging pants and a Navy blue t-shirt. He crawled into his bed and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV then the cable. Before he changed the news channel that was programmed it he caught a glimpse of a story about a senator’s daughter kidnapping. “Not my problem.” Gabriel muttered. He eventually he went to the pay per view movie channel where they were offering SAW III and ordered the film. After awhile he began to fall asleep just as the brain operation scene began and he soon drifted off into a very peaceful nap even though there was a lot of drilling going off in the background.

***

At the same time, Hollywood

The night was still young as Michelle Spinelli walked with her friend, Lizzy. Michelle had a problem and her problem was that her older sister was kidnapped and is currently being held for ransom. She was the youngest of the three daughters of Angelo Spinelli, a Democratic senator who was running for president. “What’s your father doing?” “Everything he can to find and bring her back into safety. What the fuck am I going to do?” “Hired someone to find her and bring her back.” “Like who?” “I don’t know but someone who works under the radar you know like a mercenary, bounty hunter or a hitman. Listen, Michelle, with your father working with that very dreamy FBI Special Agent Sean Mason I think you should do it and find her yourself. I mean all you have to do is to find the person who’s willing to do it and very easy to persuade them.” Lizzy then made a motion that I really can’t describe in detail while Michelle sternly looked at her. “Doing that won’t help, Liz.” Michelle walked ahead and softy begins to cry as she walks away. Lizzy just shrugs and replies, “Whatever” before walking off into another direction.

Eventually Michelle had walked to her Range Rover Sport and got in. She started the engine then quickly heard the beeping or rather chirping of something. Within seconds the Range Rover Sport was blown to sky high and Michelle was instantly cremated. From down the block a bomber, who had scruffy hair with some stubble, was in the passenger seat of a black Sedan looking at his wreckage. He put away his sliver detonator then nodded to his driver and the driver drove up to the destroyed Range Rover Sport, where the bomber left something there. The calling card of The Angel of Death named Gabriel Walker. The bomber drove out of the area as cops sped towards the bomb site. With a smile the bomber knew that Walker would become one of the most wanted men alive. “Gabriel Walker, your angel of death awaits.” The bomber laughed as his driver drove out of the area.

***

30 minutes, Angelo Spinelli’s guest house bedroom

FBI Special Agent Sean Mason entered his guest bedroom, tired. Mason was third generation Irish-American who at a young age took an interested in the law. People thought he would be a lawyer but shocked everyone when he joined up with the FBI Organized Crime unit. For the past few days he spent all day and night trying to find a link to who was responsible for the kidnapping of Rebecca Spinelli. Mason was about to plop onto the bed and rest for a few minutes when the bedroom door opened and in walked a man in his 50's. The man stood at five foot nine, had brown hair with mild streaks of gray and sporting a trimmed goatee, and was wearing a stylish dark gray suit. This was Angelo Spinelli and he was pissed and damm near in tears. Angelo was born to dirt poor Italian parents, who struggled to give him a reasonable education. Angelo took many extra jobs to help out his family and quickly became the man among his co-workers. That is where his politics came into play. Soon he became a union rep and eventually became the mayor of his city then finally the senator of his state. With the union by his side Angelo was now a very powerful senator, who was ruthless and unforgiving if you attack him.

Angelo paced around the guest bedroom and finally said, “Michelle is dead.” “What how?” “Someone planted a bomb inside her car. They also planted this,” Angelo pulled out a small doll and shown it to Mason. “Oh my god it’s the Angel of Death.” Sean muttered as he took the doll. The doll was a typical black cloaked grim reaper and its scythe with the words AoD engraved on it. “This is the only calling card that Angel of Death carries when he performs a job.” Sean added. “Who’s the Angel of Death?” “The contract killer for the new millennium, who happens to be the son of two contract killers. His mother was a female assassin, which was rare back then, and his father was a world class assassin.” “Has anybody else ever seen this Angel of Death?” “The people who claim to have seen him state that he’s 6’3’’ and weight about 220lbs but no one ever seen his face. But the only lead we ever had was his name.” “Which is?” “Gabriel Walker.”

Angelo looked at Mason then said, “I don’t care what it takes. Just find and kill that miserable piece of shit. If I have to hire a hitman to take out another hitman then so be it.” As Mason and Angelo conversed more quietly from the crack of the doorway a woman in her mid 30’s stood listening in their conversation. This was Valerie Spinelli, the middle sister of the three daughters. Before everything went to hell she was working for her father and had a blast doing it but after Rebecca got kidnapped Valerie wanted to help out anyway she could. Valerie sneaked back into the Spinelli manor and went to her father’s office all without alerting his father’s bodyguards or FBI agents patrolling the area. Valerie entered her father’s office and went to his Dell then switched it on. After a few minutes he log onto the guest account and clicked opened the Mozilla Firefox internet browner and typed in Gabriel Walker on the start page. She hit entered and saw instant results including an Assassin Wiki. She clicked on that and started looking for useful information.

She quickly saw that the last known appearance for Gabriel was in the Lower West Side of New York City. “Gotcha you son of a bitch,” Valerie muttered. She had to trust this Assassin Wiki because it was better then nothing. She quickly shut everything as Angelo was coming into his office. “Valerie, what were you doing?” “Nothing I was just playing Pinball as I waited for you.” “Listen I know you’re worried but Rebecca will come back to us.” “I know, Father, but in what shape. What happened if Rebecca becomes a victim of the Stockholm syndrome. What would happen?” “You really need to stop watching those SAW films. Come on Damon walk you to your bedroom.” Valerie nodded and Angelo said, “Good night.” “Good night.” Valerie walked out of the room as Damon, one of Angelo’s bodyguards, walked her to her bedroom. Once there she entered and locked her door as she started to pack up for a trip to New York City. She wasn’t going to see any sights but only sight she will see is the dead body of Gabriel Walker.

[Jack Bauer]

Here is it Chapter 3. Expect 4 by the weekend.
Chapter Three



The Showdown of Assassins

The Next Day, 1:00 PM

Gabriel awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, going off as usual. He stretched and turned off his alarm clock as usual. As he got out of bed Gabriel knew something was off because everything was quiet. It was way too quiet in his bedroom as well as the rest of house. Before he knew it he was hit in the back of the head with a blunt object and sent to hardwood floor in pain. While holding his back of his head Gabriel turns to look but the attacker hits him across the face the blunt object. Gabriel began to crawl and quickly heard his attacker’s feminine voice. “That’s right. Crawl like the dog that you are.” You gotta be shitting me? My assassin is woman?! Gabriel thought. He stopped and turned to his attacker, who smiled gleefully. “What do you want from me?” “Revenge.” “From what?” “For the murder of my sister.” Valerie raises her blunt object for the killing blow but Gabriel kicks her in shin and caused her to fall onto the floor. Gabriel quickly rushed to the blunt object, tossing it aside, then went to Valerie, who tearfully said, “Please don’t kill me.”

Valerie was shocked as Gabriel picked her up and sat her on the bed. But with one quick motion she was handcuffed to the bed post. He then placed some duct tape around her mouth and quipped, “That’ll keep you tied up for now.” He exited his bedroom while Valerie tried to escape from her predicament but failed. Just hours before and with overnight suitcase in hand Valerie had snuck out of her father’s manor and got herself a taxi to the airport all without alerting her father, his bodyguards or the FBI in the process. Once at the airport she used her father power to charter a fight to New York City within a matter of minutes arriving. However she didn’t know that Sean Mason and some of his FBI agents were dispatched by Angelo to get his daughter and bring her back home.

Gabriel reentered his bedroom and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Valerie heard the shower turn on and started to think of a way out of the cuff then the door opened again. Gabriel went to Valerie and uncuffed her then recuffed her, this time with her hands behind her back. He then carried her over the shoulder then placed her into the tub. Valerie moaned as the cold water met with her. As Gabriel exited his bathroom and left Valerie to “cool off” she began to wonder how this day was gonna get worst.

***

Outside several Lincoln Town Cars arrived in the alleyway of Gabriel’s loft. Inside were a dozen or so professional assassins about to raise hell on the Angel of Death. These assassins were connected to the same person who behind Michelle’s killing and Rebecca’s kidnapping. “Okay, the plan is to find The Angel of Death and kill him not matter what it takes. He’s in one of these buildings,” The leader said to his men over the radio. “Let’s go.” The assassins loaded then checked their weapons before getting out of their Lincoln Town Cars and head inside into the first building. World War III was about to erupt and yet nobody was going to see it expect for the players.

***

Fifteen miniutes later

Valerie started to hear an alarm going off then the bathroom door opened and turned to see Gabriel, now redressed in entirely in black, came in shutting the shower off then carried the very drenched Valerie into his bedroom and placed her onto his bed. He pointed to his clothing bid and sternly said, “Get dress.” Valerie nodded as Gabriel went to arm himself. He quickly went to his armory and grabbed shoulder holsters and back holsters ala Castor Troy. He puts two Glock 17s with chrome slides in his shoulder holsters and two Inox Beretta pistols in his back holsters. Gabriel took a moment to collect himself then a few seconds later Valerie, now wearing a green shirt and cargo pants, entered and quickly saw Gabriel. Her eyes widen as he became The Angel of Death. He stood tall and straight while his entire face shown no emotion what so ever as it was ready for the ultraviolence he was about to unleash on the assassins. “You know how to use a gun?” Gabriel asked Valerie, not looking at her. “No.” “It’s real easy sweetheart just aim, point, and shoot. You got that?” Valerie nodded and Gabriel asked again, “Pick a nice weapon for you could use because,” He looks at her. “You’re gonna to need it.” Gabriel hears yelling followed by shooting and smiles. “They’re here.” He grabs two knives from a nearby shelf and collects himself yet again. The reasoning behind Gabriel collecting himself was to prepare himself as an assassin would need to mentally prepare himself.

As Gabriel was preparing himself Valerie grabbed a Beretta Cheetah from a nearby shelf and aimed it at him. “Why shouldn’t I kill you now?” “Because,” Gabriel sees an assassin entering the room and scores a headshot with knife. “You’re a rookie.” A few more assassins enter and see the Angel of Death. “Hello, boys, your Angel of Death awaits.” He grabs some more knives then charges at them whilst throwing his knives and in a matter of seconds the assassins drop dead expect for one. Gabriel sees the assassin was pinned to the wall then takes out the knife and slits the guy’s throat followed by gutting him. Gabriel grabs one of the fallen weapons, which was an MP5, before heading into his living room. He dives and takes cover behind the couch and waits a few seconds before popping out and shooting the bloody hell out of the assassins. Valerie meanwhile didn’t know what to do and decided to get out of there. She entered the living room but nearly gets shot at as an assassin sees her and fires a shot of his gun at her. Valerie quickly remembers what Gabriel had told her. She aimed the Cheetah and fired it. The bullet struck the assassin’s shoulder and sent him sprawling to the ground, in pain. Gabriel finishes dispatching the rest of the assassins that had invaded his living room and turns to Valerie. “Nice shooting now if you continue doing that then you’ll make a good assassin.”

Gabriel drops his MP5 and grabs an H&K G36 from the floor. Gabriel looks around and sighs as he breaks down his front door and shoots the assassins near it without mercy. Valerie meanwhile started to think if this guy was in deed her sister’s killer but on the other hand she felt strangely attracted to him. While Valerie thought of the current events around her an assassin snuck up behind her and placed his gun beside her temple. “Hey, Walker, drop the guns or the bitch gets it.” The assassin told Gabriel, who smiled and complied by throwing away his H&K G36 then his shoulder holsters. “What’s this now…the great Gabriel Walker actually surrendering and admitting his defeat.” With one quick whip Gabriel pulls out one of his Inox Berettas and fires a headshot. Gabriel went to Valerie, whose left side was covered in brain matter, and asks, “You okay?” Valerie, who was still shock, replied, “I think so.” “Good, let’s go.” He takes Valerie by the hand and leads her to the front door and says, “Stay here.” He puts away his Inox Beretta and grabs then puts his shoulder holsters back on then picks up another H&K G36 from the floor. Gabriel goes to his front door and peeks outside. He sees that no one was around and takes Valerie by the hand as he leads her to the staircase.

The staircase was hot as anything as they both entered it but the both of them didn’t seem to notice that one bit. Valerie followed Gabriel as he made his way downstairs whilst aiming cautiously. Valerie tried to think of something to say to Gabriel but couldn’t think of anything. The two of them reached the bottom and Gabriel carefully opened the door and peeked out of the door. “Is there any more killers left?” Gabriel turned Valerie and gave a what-the-fuck-do-you-think look before nodding. “You know for a hitwoman you quite bad but there about six all together.” Valerie could have said she wasn’t a hitwoman but she didn’t want to die because who knows what Gabriel would done if he found out that she was the daughter of Angelo Spinelli. Gabriel checks the magazine for his H&K G36 then sees it’s out of ammo. He tosses it way and the last bullet goes off. “Son of a bitch! I could have used that.” He pulls out his chrome slided Glocks and bursts out of the staircase, firing at the assassins, before taking cover behind a town car. Valerie runs out and aims blindly as she fires. One of the bullets happened to strike the gas task of a Lincoln Town Car and it blows up, taking out four assassins in the process. Gabriel looks up into the sky and says, “Thank you.” He gets back up and shoots the other two assassins while they were trying to get up.

Gabriel holstered his leads chrome slided Glocks and goes to his garage door, opening it. Inside were the motorbike, which he stole after a hit, and his Chrysler 300C, which fortified take heavy damage from bullets but not to ram something. He smiled as he opened the door and got into it, ready to go when Valerie opened the door and got in. “What’re doing?” “I’m riding with you that’s what I’m doing.” Gabriel sighed as he started his Chrysler 300C and drove carefully out of the garage. With the wrecked Lincoln Town Car in front of him and a blockade of two of them in back of him he quickly decided what to do and peeled out, ramming the wrecked Lincoln Town Car, and drove onto the streets, where he quickly saw FBI Agents including Sean Mason exiting out of their car. “HE’S GOT VALERIE STOP HIM!” Sean shouted. Gabriel flipped them off then drove away as they fired upon the heavily armored Chrysler 300C to no effect. After a little way Gabriel drove out of the Lower West Side and got onto the nearby Joe DiMaggio Hwy, heading around towards the FDR expressway.

“So, your name is Valerie, huh, and I guess that man back there was your boyfriend or something.” “No. He is employed by father.” “So, he’s another assassin.” “Actually he isn’t.” “What then?” Valerie sighed and replied, “He’s FBI.” Gabriel almost stopped the car but kept driving. “He’s a fed?! Son of a fucking bitch!” “Listen, Mr. Walker, I should say something else.” “What? You’re not an assassin?” “Actually, yeah, I was going to say that.” “Who are you then?” “I’m the daughter of,” She stops then continues, “I’m the daughter of Angelo Spinelli.” Like before Gabriel nearly stops the car but continues driving. “Okay then why did you attack me?” “I think you why.” “No, I don’t so enlighten me.” “Okay for starters you killed my sister.” “I got that part after you hit me but when did I kill you sister because I don’t kill women or children. It’s a rule of mine.” “What?” “Yeah, I have only two rules if want me to perform a job for you. No women or children and don’t you ever cross me.” Valerie then became very worried as she had the wrong person. “Then it wasn’t you.” “What are talking about?” “Last night around 10:00 my sister was killed in a car bombing.” “So, what does this have to do with me?” “Apparently you left your calling card at the scene.” “Impossible.” “How so?” “Because I was asleep by then after I ordered a film on pay per view.” “What film?” “Does it matter?” “No, just wondering.” “For your information I ordered…”

CRASH! One of drivers of the remaining Lincoln Town Cars crashed into the rear bumper of Gabriel’s Chrysler 300C. “I thought I killed them all.” Gabriel made a quick power slide then switches gears as he pulled out one of his Glocks. He gave it to Valerie and said, “Remember what I said.” “But…” “But nothing!” He looked into the rearview mirror as he starts to drive backwards then rolls down the power window on Valerie’s side. Valerie nodded then leaned out as she carefully fired at the front window of Lincoln Town Car. The first bullet struck the side mirror of the Town Car but the second bullet struck the driver’s forehead. The driver stump over and the Town Car lost control then crashed by the side of the road. “Get back in!” Gabriel shouted at Valerie, who complied. Gabriel preformed a reverse power slide and Valerie gave back the Glock back to Gabriel. He holstered it then continued to drive to the FDR. “Nice shooting for a non-assassin.” “Thanks.” This woman is something. But why I am falling for her. Gabriel thought. This killer is something heroic to say the least. But why am I falling for him? Valerie though. They were both silence as Gabriel drove onwards.

***

Meanwhile inside in an undisclosed location Rebecca Spinelli started awake in her bed. She frantically looked at around the room she was in. She was in a concrete bare room with a heavy steel door in front of her. She then noticed she was wearing a royal blue shirt and pajamas and chained to a screw hook, which was embedded inside the wall. “Somebody help me!” The steel door swung open and a man in ski mask tasered Rebecca in her ribcage until she passed out. The Ski Mask Man then walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. The Ski Mask Man looked at two other ski masked men and said, “Keep an eye on her.” The men nodded and stood next to the door, guarding it. Inside Rebecca awoke and silently began to cry as she went on her bed and cradled the pillow. “Please,” She said softly. “Send help no matter the person.” In a few days time her prayers were going to be answered by the form of the Angel of Death and her sister.

[Jack Bauer]

Here's Chapter Four. I forgot about this story and after watching a movie about hitmen it got me in the mood to writing this story:
Chapter Four

Getting to know the Angel of Death Part Deux

Gabriel’s cabin, Northern New Jersey, A few hours later

Gabriel stopped his Chrysler 300C in front of his old two story cabin. “What is this place?” Valerie asked. “Home.” Over the course of a few hours Gabriel had driven to his childhood home and where his father trained him into being an assassin. Of course Gabriel also stopped by shops and stores for items he and Valerie would need. He turned the engine off and the both of them got out of the car, stretching. After doing this for a few seconds Gabriel presses the trunk switch, opening it, and closed his door before going to the trunk. He opened up the trunk and retrieves two large black duffel bags, one was marked guns and the other was marked clothing, then closes the trunk using his elbow. “What’s that?” “My kit.” The kit Gabriel was talking about was if stuff went down and he has to get the hell out of Dodge those two bags would be the only things he’ll need. Valerie grabbed two bags, filled with new clothing and food, from the backseat and followed Gabriel inside the cabin.

She closed the door behind her as she and Gabriel set their bags down on floor. “What now?” “Whatta mean?” “I mean what now regarding us.” “There are no us, Val.” “Why?” “You got your ass into this mess so you get yourself out of it.” “Then what are you?” “I’m just an innocent bystander, who happens to be an assassin.” Gabriel turns to her and adds, “Listen, relax and make yourself at home while I put stuff away.” Gabriel bent down as he took out his pistols and opened up his duffel bags. He placed his pistols into his duffel bags and closed it as he grabbed them and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Holstering her Cheetah through her waistband Valerie went to the bathroom and grabbed one of her bags before she went. She found the bathroom just down the hall where the kitchen was. She entered and closed the door behind her as she began to undress. After a few minutes Valerie threw Gabriel’s borrowed clothing and her soaked undergarments in the hamper and began to redress in some fresh undergarments and a fresh pair of socks. She then put on her clothing which consisted of a green tank top, demin shorts and black and white hi-tops. Valerie grabbed her of clothing and puts it aside before leaving the bathroom. Valerie began to look around the living room and saw photos of various dead people on bookshelves. She saw one that interest her and grabbed a frame with a photo of a slightly very beaten up and bloodied man with an everlasting smile on his face. “Whatta doing?” Gabriel said, scaring her. She turns to face Gabriel, whose guns were missing, and replied, “Looking at your victims.” “I prefer to call them my targets but I never call them my victims, sweetheart.” Gabriel takes the photo of the Smiling Man and places back on the bookshelf with a sad look on his face.

Gabriel goes to his couch and seats on it while grabbing the remote. “Let’s see what’s on, shall we?” He put on his TV then puts on the cable and starts to flip through the channels. “Crap…seen it…don’t care…not my problem…here we go.” He puts his feet on the table and watches the news. Valerie decides to seat down with him and watch the news to see if her father or Sean is doing something. Whether it being a rescue attempt for her or Rebecca or saying Valerie herself has been kidnapped. Nothing was really happening so she decided to talk to him. “Could I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “What’s it like…” “Being a paid killer?” Valerie nods and Gabriel puts the TV on mute then looks at her. “It’s rather lonely I guess. I mean the only friends I have are my weapons. I can’t be with someone without the risk of getting them killed nor having social friends for that matter.” “Why?” “I don’t know it’s just how everything goes.” “Do you have any remorse?” “No.” “Why?” “Because why should I feel sorry for a man, who’s way worst then me. All right, there was one time where I fucked up and got emotions caught up.” “What happened?” Gabriel sighs and says, “I had to kill someone close to me.” “Who?” “My father.” “Oh my god.” “Yeah, I know.” “What happened?”

Gabriel motions Valerie to get off the couch then motions her to follow him. He shuts the TV and cable off and walks out of the living room. “Where are we going?” “My bed.” “Why?” “Because I need something comfy for me and sitting on the couch is not one of them.” He leads her upstairs to his bedroom and opens the door. Inside were his two duffel bags by his bed and a four post bed. He closes the door as Valerie entered and walked to one side of the bed and sat on it while Valerie sat on the other side. “It was a few years ago when I got the call. I was told that my father…was the one who,” Gabriel begins to cry a little. “Was the one who…killed my mother.” Valerie put her Cheetah on the bedside table and grabs a tissue from the tissue box and hands it to Gabriel. “Thanks.” He wipes his eyes then throws it away in the bedside trash can. “How’d you comfort your father?” “I gave that smile.” Valerie then remembers the Smiling Man and sees that the Smiling Man was Gabriel’s father. “Why?” “Because he’s last wish was to go out with a smile and I gave him one. Anyway I was the product of two assassins and my father’s employers told him to kill my mother in one of those if you wanted to see the light of say type deals. He followed my mother to the New York Metropolitan Hospital, where I was born, and killed her seconds after I was born.” “Why didn’t he kill you?” “The New York Blackout. Apparently he was going to kill me but when the entire city went to black he decided to spare me.” “Why?” Gabriel then thinks back to when he met his father who the last time. “It was a Sunday and….”

***

A few years ago, Gabriel’s San Angeles loft

BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! Gabriel awoke to the sound of his bedside clock. He quickly got up and shut it off. Gabriel yawned as he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to do the normal waking up routine. About 20 minutes later Gabriel stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and left the bathroom. He puts on some slacks, a medium dark grey shirt and a pair of black combat boot. Like his New York loft every area was the same as he went to his armory but the main difference was the living room had a great view of Downtown San Angeles. Gabriel opened his locker and grabbed a 9mm Walther P99 semi-automatic pistol and a spare clip. He puts the on before putting it through his back waist band then puts his spare clip in left jean pocket. He uses his shirt to cover his pistol but then again the city’s police department didn’t give a damm about anything expect their paychecks.

Gabriel left has his apartment and walked Yellow Brick Rd., which was about a ten blocks away. Sure he could have used a car but the sun was shining and there was no wind present. It was a beautiful day in a very crappy town. About 15 minutes later he arrived at his destination: the post office. He entered and went straight to PO boxes, where his mail or checks were kept. He opened up the box and went grabbed his mail then exited out of the post office. Another 15 minutes later he’s reaches his loft and goes inside. While he walks to his living room Gabriel stops in his tracks as he received something from his father. An envelope. Gabriel tears it open and sees it’s a letter from his father. “I know that we haven’t talk for awhile and this is out of the blue but I must tell you something important. You must come and meet me at Hilton. I’m in room 305. Please.” Sure enough Gabriel notices it’s from the Hilton hotel in Downtown San Angeles and puts the note away as he goes back to his armory and grabs a knife for protection as well as his camera just incase. With his knife in the same pocket as his spare clip Gabriel exits out his apartment and walks to the garage. The garage door opens up and he gets into his Ford Explorer and turns his engine on. He then speeds out of the garage/alleyway and to the Hilton.

Gabriel reaches the Hilton within miniutes mainly because of the police and the fact it was a Sunday, which meant hardly anyone was out. Gabriel parks his Ford Explorer and gets out as a red shirt takes his keys. He turns to the valets and states, “If this thing has any dents I’m gonna kill you.” The valet nodded and got into the Ford Explorer carefully driving away as Gabriel walked inside. He went to the elevators and rang for one. One of the elevators opened Gabriel got in, pressing 3. The elevator arrives at the third floor and Gabriel steps out, looking for his father’s room. He quickly found 305 and knocked on the door.

After a few seconds Gabriel’s father opened up and said, “I see you made it after all I thought you would no show.” Gabriel saw his father was completely bald and was carrying an oxygen tank full of air as well as a walker. Gabriel’s father took a shot of his oxygen tank and looked at his son. “Don’t just stand there come in!” Gabriel entered his father’s room and sat on the chair near the window. “What is it that you wanted to see me about?” Gabriel’s father wheeled to his bed and sat on it. “Gabriel, I’m dieing.” “It seems like it.” He motion to the collection of pills next to him. “What is it that you’re dieing from?” “Lung Cancer.” He cracks a smile and says, “I thought I would go out in a blaze of glory but not like this.” He takes another shot of his oxygen tank and adds, “I asked you to come because I need to get something off my chest other then I’m dieing.” “What?” “It’s about your mother.” Gabriel sat upright and listens to his father. “What is it?” Gabriel’s father takes a suck from his tank then looks at his son with a tear in his eye. “I killed her.” Gabriel’s heart sank as he heard the news of his father’s shocking announcement. But why did his kill her?

“Why?” “Why? Because I had too in fact I was forced too.” “By who?” Gabriel said, his voice becoming more darker. “My employers.” “Your employers?” “Yes. I wasn’t suppose to be one since it’s part of the code. Please for give me.” “Forgive?” Gabriel shoots up and tackles his father to the ground. Gabriel picks his father up and asks, “WHY SHOULD I FORGIVE YOU?!” “Because I raised you.” “Into a cold blooded murder for hire like you.” “You must understand I was force to.” “That’s not an answer.” Gabriel throws his father onto the bed and whips out his P99 in quick motion. “That’s right do me and get it over with.” But Gabriel couldn’t do it. He tired pulling the trigger but he just couldn’t. He puts away his gun and his father just smiles. “That’s it your just like your mother. She couldn’t pull the trigger when she found she was gonna have you!” And with that line Gabriel lost all control and pounced at his estranged father. Gabriel began to wildly punch at his father. It was a few minutes until it was a massive bloody mess.

He got off his father went to the bathroom and washed his hands of his father’s blood. After a minute or so Gabriel went to his father and looked at him. “You disgust me, Dad.” “Wait, Gabriel, please do me one flavor.” “What!” “Please crave an everlasting smile for me.” “Why?” “I want to go out with a smile.” Gabriel sighed as he grabbed a nearby knife and went to his father. He goes to cut the skin but couldn’t. He then composed himself then began to crave an everlasting smile onto his dieing father. After a few minutes Gabriel finished and grabbed his father’s digital camera from the table. He stood over his father and his eyes widen as he was looking at The Angel of Death. “I’m ready.” Gabriel clicks the button and a bight flash erupts, lighting up the entire room with one flash. “Good bye, Dad.” Gabriel pockets the digital camera and exits out of the room. Gabriel held in his tears as he walked out of the building and back home. When he reached his loft he saw his answering machine had a massage waiting for him. He checked it and put on his game face as he another job to do.

***
Back to the present

“The only thing my father did for me was training me into the ruthless and violent killing machine that you see.” “You’re not that. I could see it in your eyes that you aren’t.” “Valerie, there’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it. This is who I am.” “But you aren’t.” “Then prove it. Show me that I am human underneath this layer.” “All right I know the perfect way.” “Really and what’s that exactly?” Valerie leaned in and kissed him right on the lips, stunning Gabriel. “What was that for?” “To show you that you’re human after all. A human can’t resist the temptation op the opposite sex or the same sex or whatever floats your boat nowadays.” She kissed him again this time she began to remove him of his empty shoulder and back holsters. They begin to kiss more passionately until Gabriel stops her. “Wait,” He tosses his holsters aside. “This doesn’t just feel right.” “Don’t worry and go with it.” She tries to kiss him again but he moves away, letting her hit the bed board. Unfazed by this Valerie quickly straddles him and kissed him passionately. Gabriel countered and passionately kissed her. They stopped and began to take their shirts off. Valerie could see that Gabriel’s upper body looked like a war zone of sorts as he had knife, gunshot and other type of scars scatted around his body as well as his back. Throwing their shirts away they continued to kiss. “There that’s better,” Valerie said in between kisses. “I don’t know why but I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I am too.” Gabriel stops what was doing and sighs again. Valerie looks at him and asks, “What it is?” “I only did this once.” Valerie smiles at him and moving her hand to Gabriel’s pants, unzipping him. “Don’t worry I’ll take care of ya.” They kissed some more before going under the covers.