If you dont like gore. I suggest you don't read this.
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Life doesn't exactly go how you want it to go. That's a known fact that everyone should understand. You have you ups... but there's a whole lotta downs.
My life is what I would personally describe as a constant down. What seemed like a up in my life, was an actual down. The people I knew and love either ditch me or betray me. I learned from those experiences to be a recluse and mute. Never wanting to meet new people or open up.
Atleast I still have my brother. If you saw the two of us together, you would think he was the older brother. I should give that little edge lord a little visit. I heard he was in a popular band.
Other than him, I live alone. I do everything alone. I have a job, a house, a car... yet not a single friend. Maybe the reason why is because I've been doing these... jobs.
Recently I received a package with an answering machine. Weird right? Why would someone send me something so old? What was even weirder is that I received a message stating that I will go do a hit on some criminal gang. Right after the message I got another package with a rooster mask in it.
You would obviously ignore all this, right? No... instead I decided to go and what the message told me to do.
Why?
I had nothing else to do.
I go to the location, put on the mask, and kill every last one of them. I've setved time in the military. I had a knack for killing. I didn't feel any remorse or disgust when I brutally slaughtered all of them.
Now don't confuse me with a serial killer or a psychopath. In some sense... yes it fits, BUT! I would never harm a innocent person.
Time had passed since I committed the act. It was all over the news for some time. Eye witnesses statements told them of my mask and jacket. The internet exploded with curiosity and interest on one side, while the other side in disgust and anger.
Then, I started getting more messages/jobs from the answering machine. It slowly started becoming a hobby for me. The aftermath of what I did was always on the news. Slowly but surely I started making a name for myself. The people started calling me "Jacket". Weird right? You would think the mask would be included in the name. But nope, they choose the jacket I wore. I mean... it is my favorite and lucky jacket.
The crime world became scared of me cuz of my many exploits. How do I know this? Well I can tell due to the many guys who shit their pants at the sight of me. It's worth driving to other states just to see that.
I also had impersonators. A bunch of morons either dressing up as me or doing the same shit like me. Most of them died and that didn't sit well with me. So I started leaving notes to stop with that bullshit. After doing so, the impersonations declined, and no more uneeded deaths happened.
Right now I'm currently driving to another job the answering machine sent me. Apparently some terrorist group or criminal gang has taken a night club hostage. Some high class people are in there and that's why they took it hostage.
I'm nearby the night club but see a police blockade. No way in with my car. Guess I gotta park far and enter through the back of the night club.
Once I found a parking space and made my over to the back of the club, I had a bat and a hammer.
Y/N: 'Oooo, a brick!'
I luckily found a brick on the floor before entering. I used my hammer to brick the door handle and enter inside. I put on my iconic rooster mask and get ready to start some mayhem.
