Breast terribly sick. Shot and bullets slowly crawled out, putting pressure on muscles and bones. Around there was smoke and the smell of gunpowder, from which watery eyes and tickled nose.

I sat leaning against the wall, spattered with blood. Alien and his. Recently clean the floor and walls painted scarlet death.

But my conscience was clear, the guards of this house consisted of former murderers and thieves.

Through the red shroud and buzz in my ears I heard approaching people. They talked about something, but I could not make out the words. Although the essence of the conversation was as clear as day. One single person was able to penetrate the guarded house, killing the guards. To say that the owner was surprised - to say nothing.

And most likely they talked about how I got here. Who am i? Why do all this?

Well, it turned out pretty simple. I was even surprised at this, but ...

***

- Do you want revenge?

- Just thirst.

My mysterious savior and I sat near the very well in which I was unprincipledly poured with cement. He looked like an ordinary guy. Dressed in black. I did not notice anything remarkable. But, to be honest, I was afraid to even ask how he rescued me from a hardened grave.

“That's good,” he nodded approvingly. - If you do everything right, then it will not make much work.

- In terms of? This freak guard - former warriors.

- Killers and rapists, which he warmed at home. But now your body is stronger. Bullets and blows are not terrible. You are practically immortal.

- What?

At first I did not understand what he meant. But looking at his serious face, he didn’t ask any more questions.

The stranger silently rose and headed into the darkness of the night.

- Hey, wait! - I jumped on the spot. - Where are you going?

- There, where you better not go, - he turned. - Further myself. Good luck.

When he disappeared, I stood still for about a minute, recovering myself. What did I feel? Thinking about it, surprised. Nothing new. No euphoria, no fear. Nothing at all that a person who recently died must be experienced.

I got home on foot, staggering from side to side. Who would dare to give a ride to a tattered, dirty man who could barely stand?

As it turned out, these assholes brought me back. In the village, near his native city. Well, that was good for me. I knew this place and I knew how to get back to myself.

Worth a climb to the floor, saw the door wide open. The apartment was turned upside down. But none of the neighbors even thought to call the police. Perhaps they were intimidated, and perhaps they called, only the cops were bought.

How to know.

Actually, at that moment I did not care. I'm terribly tired. And collapsed on a sofa, fell into a deep sleep.

***

The plan for revenge matured as soon as it woke up. And he seemed so absurd that I immediately rejected him.

However, when I cleaned and accidentally cut myself on broken glass, I sat on my ass from what I saw. The wound in the palm of your hand inhibited itself.

“Not a shit for myself,” I breathed admiringly.

Regeneration, which I saw only in science fiction, became real to me.

“So, what did you mean,” the stranger recalled.

I was excited about it. It took several days to practice and learn new abilities. I watched my offenders, found out who they are and where they live.

And so, taking advantage of the very crazy plan, I knocked at the gate of a country house disguised as a pizza peddler.

- Who it? - a displeased voice came from the speakers.

“Pizza delivery,” I looked into the camera.

- We did not order.

- Right? The address is yours. Three pizza "Meat platter" for online payment.

- In a sense, is it already paid?

“Well, yes,” I shrugged. - But if not you, then I will return it back.

- Stop.

"It worked".

And as soon as the gate opened, I immediately set about my bloody work.

Security at the gate fell first, not even having to turn on the siren. Taking their weapons, rushed into the house. Several mercenaries ran out to the meeting, who by their stupidity interfered with each other in a narrow corridor, because of which I easily managed to shoot them.

Inside was a turmoil. However, many hours of training in the dash were not in vain. Leaving behind a few more corpses, he went up to the second floor, where they were already waiting for me.

***

- Yes, he is dead, as if I'm telling you.

- sure?

- And would you have survived, if to charge with a canister?

They were coming. It was impossible to delay.

I rushed to the side and managed to hide behind my body when shots were heard. My once living shield flinched from the blows. I immediately fired back, but aiming at my legs. And hit. It was enough to hear the cries of pain, jumped to his feet and finished the job.

The path to the office was clear. I slowly headed forward, stepping over the bloody corpses. But as soon as I entered, shots rang out. Six bullets hit my body, forcing me to retreat a couple of steps.

- Who are you? - screamed fat boss.

Without answering, I went to the center and sat down in a chair. Lead fell out of the chest on the way.

- Shut up for a second and give a break.

I looked at my killer with a grin. There was real horror in his eyes. His hands were trembling, and his face was sweating.

He rushed to the exit, but I threw up my weapon and fired.

- Oh, shit! Bitch! - he shouted, falling on the floor.

He wriggled like he was trying to clamp the wound on his thigh. But the blood continued to flood the expensive carpet.

- What do you want?!

“Your death,” I replied, coming to him. - An eye for an eye.

My fingers closed on the thick neck. Feeling trachea, pressed. There was a wheeze and moan, after which everything was quiet.

I did what I had to do.