The story of me 7: Series finale

Under further investigation that I've conducted for over a year, I came to the conclusion that Gonzalez isn't the end of this. I take out my gun and load it. I put on a bulletproof vest, a black overcoat, and a creepy mask made out of bullet resistant material. It resembles Jasons hockey mask except it's shaped differently and the eyeholes are covered with tinted plastic.

Gonzalez is vice president of my dads company and rides in a bulletproof limousine. He also has his own security detail for whatever reason. I had a buddy who I served with overseas and be got me a great weapon, The G3AC Automatic Assault rifle. I loaded it, loaded the grenade launcher with soda cans, and grabbed a canister of tear gas.

I get up from my chair and grabbed the gun. I walk down the street and see a guy working on his suburban. The back gate was open so I put my bag in the back and closed the door. I walk up behind him and grab the back of his head and give him a karate chop to the throat. I look around and there are no witnesses. I hop in the truck and take off. I hacked into Gonzalez's route to his hotel and plan to intercept.

I soon arrive at the chokepoint and suit up. I hide the truck and wait. It's been about 10 minutes and I spot his limo. I stand up and shoot a cars tires out. People stop and run away. I shoot the car behind the limo, blocking him in. People are running and screaming. His security get out and shoot me. It stung a little but I wasn't phased all that much. I raise the gun and shoot one that was behind the car door.

Another was approaching me from the side and I cut him down with a hail of bullets. I hear Gonzalez screaming. "it's him, it's him!!!!" I heard his driver tell him to stay in the car. All 3 security guards are down, not dead. I load the grenade launcher and climb on the hood of the car and start firing at the class. The driver is looking at me in terror. I create a small hole and push a canister of tear gas into the vehicle, plugging the hole with my shoe.

They start coughing and wheezing. The driver gets out first and I hit him with my gun; knocking him out. I walk to the side of the limo and I look in the window to see him sitting there. I hear the doors click, locking the doors. I load another round into the launcher and aim from close range at the window and shoot. It goes right through and lands next to Gonzalez. I reach into the car and pull the handle, unlocking the door.

I open it slowly and grab him by his tie. "oh god Cameron please!! I'm sorry for Beau. I really am I'm sorry I'm sorry!" he screams. "shut up. Move!" I scream. I hold him by the tie and bring him into an alley and down a service tunnel. I force him up against the wall and I can hear him whimper in total fear. I put the pistol to his neck. "you are going to tell me who you work for. NOW!" I scream. "I...I can't tell you. I'm sorry but they'll kill my family!" he screams.

I press the gun to his forehead. "oh, you are going to have bigger problems than that if you don't start talking. Give me a name.... GIVE ME A NAME!!!" I holler in his face. "who gave you the order to have my brother kill Beau? Who?! You have five seconds. 1...." "I don't know."

"2"

"3"

"YOUR FATHER!!" he cries. I hit him with my pistol and leave him crumpled on the floor. I climb through a manhole cover and take off the mask and put on my overcoat. I look around to see if anyone saw me and nobody seemed to pay attention. I took out my phone and called American airlines and booked a flight back home. I left everything behind except for 700 dollars, my wallet and my ID. I get to the airport and pay for my flight. I board the plane and seek revenge.

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The plane touched down and I breezed through baggage because I don't have any. I head back to my apartment and take out my .44 magnum and loaded it. I drive over to my parents house and thankfully my mother wasn't home. I Kick open the door and walk around the 1st floor. I walk up the stairs and find my father in his office. "hello dad." I said with my gun at my side.

He turned around and saw the gun. "why did you do it dad?" "cam, what are you talking about?" he said. I point the gun at him. "why did you have Brandon kill him?!" my face was emotionless, I wanted to kill him right then and there. I wanted to blow his brain all over the walls. He slowly stood up with his hands in the air. "lets just relax-"

"SIT DOWN!" I holler. He obeys my command and sat back down. "I came here to kill you dad. But before then, i want you to tell me why you chose Beau?" I said with my gun lined up with his eye. He remained quiet; i stepped closer to him and pressed the gun to his forehead. "Cameron?" I hear a voice say from behind me. I turn and I couldn't believe my eyes. I drop the gun. It's Beau. "this isn't the way baby. I'm still here with you." he said. I drop to my knees and cry. "I need you here with me, babe..." I said through my sobs. "I am, In here." he said pointing to my chest.

He puts his hand on my cheek. I try to touch him but couldn't. "I want you to know Cam, I love you." he said in his sweet voice. I watch as he disappears and I let go with everything. I sob loudly and grab my gun and press it against his head and shoot my dad in the side of his head, making it look like a suicide. I get up and leave. I wipe the gun down, put on a glove and put the gun in his right hand.

I go to the cemetery and stare at Beaus gravestone and get on my knees and cry. I put my head on the grass and cry even more. I miss him so much. I sit up and take a deep breath before wiping my tears. I take a picture out of my pocket and tape it to the gravestone. I lean in and I kiss the gravestone lightly.
"I love you."

I watch the picture blow lightly in the slow breeze. Its a picture of him and me at a baseball game. I smile a little; tears still flowing down my face. I turn around and walk towards my suburban. I take off the plates, take out my canadian drivers license, put on Canadian plates and head north. I look in the rear rearview mirror at the gravestone as I drive slowly away. I get on the highway and head north. I look at the drivers license: "Colin Peterson."