Jacob was still, silent. Like he always was when he found a good spot. He stared down the scope of his pistol, which was loaded with a 50 calibur bullet, placed on a cheast-high wall on the rooftop of a two story high abandoned building. He had been there for about an hour, waiting silently for an unsuspecting victim to stroll by. Luck had chosen him today, a group of teenagers walked along sticking together, clinging to a false sense of 'hope' because of their numbers. Numbers meant nothing when you were faced with Jacob, he was too smart, to quick, to silent. What granted him his skill? His cold, hard, uncaring attitude to life. It disgusted him. Hope, the thought of it made him silently chuckle to himself. He waited till two of the group were in a position were he could hit them both.
Waiting... Waiting... Still... Silent... A sudden bang shattered the silent atmosphere as two teenagers were instantly killed. Nobody could surivive a 50 calibur bullet, they were already dead when Jacob had set his eyes on them. There were four left. They scattered, looking for were Jacob was as he put away the pistol. He pulled out his grapple hook crossbow. Another one of Jacob's 'killer' traits were about to show, total disregard for his own life. He spread his arms out. "I am an Eagle, watch me fly." The teenagers looked at him, scared, but they saw no reason to run, this man was about to kill himself. Right? Jacob ran and jumped off the top of the wall, shooting a lampost with the crossbow. He swung on it, the teenagers looking in total awe. Jacob was expiriancing immense pain in his arm, caused by the swinging. He let go of the crossbow, landing on his knees and hands on the hard floor.
Jacob stood up and looked at the new cuts on his hands, not a problem he was used to pain. He pulled out the pistol he wasn't using before, this one loaded with 9mm bullets, and began firing at the now running group of four. He hit two in the back, one in the leg and one in the arm. The two who he hit in the back were on the floor, crawling away, the one who got hit in the leg limped as fast as could away, screaming in immense pain, and the final one continued to run, attempting to ignore the pain but was still slowed. "Persistance never ceases to upset me... Why do you run? I am doing you a favor..." He put the gun away and pulled out both his knives. "Peace shall be given at the end of days." He threw a knife and hit the running one in the back, causing them to fall over dead. Jacob only had to walk to the limping one, he stabbed him in the back of the head. Hr strolled over to the other dead body and pulled out the knife. One of the 'crawlers' had given up and died. The last one was a girl. Jacob rolled her over to look at her in the eyes.
"Please don't kill me!" She shouted. "I'll do... Anything..." Jacob was taken aback. "Not all us Eagles are the same, what stories have you heard to mark us all as sex-obsessed idiots? No, I shall not rape you young girl... How old are you?" Jacob asked her. "I dunno... About 15... You don't look much older..." The girl managed to wimper out. "Do I not? Well, I do not count my age as this..." Jacob said as he placed his hand on his body. "But this..." He then placed it on his head. "I don't expect you to understand, your mind is still hazey. Let me free you from that." He cut her neck and stood up, letting her bleed, and closed his eyes. "Rest in peace, innocent soul, may you never fully understand the terrors I saved you from."
Jacob fell onto his left knee, he had managed to hold back the pain of the fall for only so long and was now feeling an immense pain in his knee, hence why he had fallen on it. He stood up again and limped over to his crossbow, reloading his pistols with new bullets as he did. He grabbed it and limped over to his bike, which was next to the building he had been in. He got on it and drove towards the closest Eagle base to were he was, hoping to find someone with medical knowledge or at least painkillers there.
