Amidst all the corruption in the country, finding a guy who seemed drunk and had a gun in his pocket wasn't difficult. All he had to do afterwards was lure the guy inside an alley, tricking him using a believable excuse such as having lost his wallet and he needs help to find it. Originally he was planning on stealing it while they were searching but his plan changed drastically when the baldie tried to touch his ass.
He immediately took the knife out of his pocket and stabbed the man horizontally at his neck, all in the span of a single second. The man didn't realize until too late that his neck was pierced by a knife, his eyes widened. The man tried to grab Nicolas' arm only to fail.
His hands trembled as blood flowed from his mouth. He collapsed on his knees. His eyes had rolled back and had become completely white. The blood gushing out of his neck colored his shirt red. Nicolas was completely unfazed by his actions.
Right now his shoes had blood on them and he was stepping on a puddle of blood. Looking coldly at the corpse in front of him, Nicolas stepped back two meters and kicked the baldie's face incredibly violently. A faint crack could be heard. The man's nose and mouth were covered in blood.
Nicolas, looking at the man with an expression full of disgust, spit on him and walked away while murmuring something.
"Disgusting son of a bitch..."
Athens has been rotting... After the strike of '25,when the Tempe lies of the politicians were revealed, the country spiraled. The incident that caused the turmoil in the 28th of February of 2023 escalated two years later. Twilight rose with American backing, calling it democracy, but everyone knew it was a dictatorship in disguise. Drugs flowed like water, police turned their eyes, and gangs grew exponentially in the chaos... And now the citizens have become corrupt themselves... So... pathetic...
The gun Nicolas was holding was loaded with 17 bullets but all he needed was one. At this moment his only thought was were to commit suicide. The answer was actually pretty obvious. The area where he is currently, is named after the square known as Omonoia square.
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The footprints of blood that he left behind had grown fainter and fainter before disappearing completely. He walked two kilometers before arriving at the square where he sat on a bench and waited. There were children nearby.
Some were playing with a ball, others were playing hide and seek. They were having the time of their lives. After waiting patiently for half an hour, Nicolas eventually got bored and decided to go speak with their parents and ask them politely to leave. After all, he didn't want to traumatize the little kids.
"Please leave. Right now."
He said coldly as he slightly lifted his shirt to show them the gun in his pocket. His bloodied hands gave his almost commanding demand a threatening air.
The parents, panicking, ran and grabbed their children while shouting for help. Now only a few people remained at the square, looking confused at Nicolas due to all the commotion.
He then walked to the center and took out his gun aiming it at the left side of his head. The few onlookers momentarily froze before taking out their phones and calling the police.
Nicolas slowly closed his eyes as he tried to press the trigger. Suddenly, everything grew abnormally quiet. He couldn't hear even his own breathing. He abruptly opened his eyes and touched his left ear with his free hand and felt something liquid at his fingers.
As he looked at his palm, he saw it was covered in blood. Without having even a split second to process what was going on, he felt something on his lips. Sensing something amiss. He dropped the gun on the ground and touched them. It was blood from his nose now.
Following that, something filled his mouth and he opened it reflexively. Blood dripped to the ground. Feeling dizzy, he knelt down and supported himself with both knees and arms. At that moment everything became black. As if someone had switched off the lights without a warning.
Now, his consciousness had become faint. He felt extremely sluggish with his actions, as if he was moving in a pool of mud. At the last moment a single sentence passed through his mind.
What the... f...
And then he lost consciousness.