Chapter 12
When Will woke up, for the smallest of seconds he was back on his mission. Back sleeping next to the Genesovian's camp. Having to move with complete silence. Having to never speak, only hand signals to the animals. Not knowing anyone. Not knowing if this was the day he was going to be shot to death.
And then he was back in the real world. No more Genesovians, they were all dead. He had killed all 10 of them gladly. For when an idiot hires them to kill random people, that was pushing it. But when the killers did it willingly, pushed it over the hedge.
Will shook his head. There wasn't time to think of that. Now he needed a new name:
David – no
Bob – maybe…
Ben – no
Jake – no
Bob it was then. Now for a last name, Dylan worked.
Bob Dylan. (I think that name is out somewhere? First thing that came into my head :)) He liked it. Bob Dylan. Walking into the Ranger's camp and entertaining them. Dead Bob Dylan.
'Here it goes.' Will said nervously. 'I'm dead.'
And then he was back in the real world. No more Genesovians, they were all dead. He had killed all 10 of them gladly. For when an idiot hires them to kill random people, that was pushing it. But when the killers did it willingly, pushed it over the hedge.
Will shook his head. There wasn't time to think of that. Now he needed a new name:
David – no
Bob – maybe…
Ben – no
Jake – no
Bob it was then. Now for a last name, Dylan worked.
Bob Dylan. (I think that name is out somewhere? First thing that came into my head :)) He liked it. Bob Dylan. Walking into the Ranger's camp and entertaining them. Dead Bob Dylan.
'Here it goes.' Will said nervously. 'I'm dead.'