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[color=gray][b]Location:[/b][/color] In his apartment or what's left of it.
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     The apartment was dark but for the quiet whisper of the air conditioning. A few dull screams were heard through the walls, causing the covers of a queen-sized bed to shift. A body rolled across the bed to the right to bump into another body. An arm rose until fingers grasped the edge of the blanket and pushed it down to reveal a blonde woman whose locks were strewn across the slumbering man’s chiseled chest and then a red-head who was using his stomach as a pillow. Blindly, for the blonde was too tired to open her eyes, her hand left the blanket to first grasp the fiery head of the red-head before the blonde’s hand rose higher feeling the man’s chest up to his neck. Her hand cupped around his bristly jaw and then rested over his face before she clutched it and turned his head left and right.

     “They’re too loud,” the blonde breathed sleepily into his ear. “Too loud…”

     Blue eyes cracked open as the blonde’s hand melted down his face, her fingers falling off the cliff of his chin. The man stared groggily up at the ceiling, taking in the apartment room that he just remembered existed. He turned his head, his forehead centimeters from having slammed into the forehead of the blonde woman. His face was barely inches away from her own as he stared at her, trying to remember who the hell she was. Regardless, she was hot—still hot even after the effects of the whiskey wore off. He done good. His head returned up-right, and then he lifted it to peer down his chest at the red-head with furrowed brows. She was pretty too. If only he could remember what happened, he needed more liquor. The man sighed and resting his hands palms-down on the mattress, he sat up and slid his body out from under the red-head. He turned his hairy legs to the side and reached over to grab the bottle of Jack by its brown neck and brought it to his lips. There was about a swallow left that he took into his mouth, swished it around like mouthwash, and then gulped it down his throat. The bottle was returned to the lamp desk as he rose from the bed and padded over to the bathroom.

     He could hear the roars and dull screams outside, which didn’t sound like a party. He paused before he entered the bathroom and walked over to his gun belt, drawing Desperado from its holster. Popping open the dial, the gunman peered at the empty slots where rounds were supposed to go and spun the dial with his hand. As the dial spun, a white feathery energy spiraled into the holes, filling them before the man jerked his gun to have the dial clap closed. The man’s face scrunched up as he felt a yawn coming on. He headed back over to the bathroom, yawning heavily as his gun-free hand went to his pale ass cheek to give it a scratch. He flicked on the bathroom light and closed the door behind him.

     A loud bang sounded at the apartment door, startling the two women awake. They held the blankets against their breasts, staring like doe at the door until the big, red grunt burst through. The door shattered into splinters as a red, glowy-eyed demon trudged into the apartment. The two girls shrieked in horror and fled from the bed as the demon squealed and dove across the mattress at them. It swung claws that could shred boulders at them as the two nude babes raced over to the bathroom. In their haste to open the door, the door swung open and they tumbled inside to land in a heap before the feet of the gunman who was seated on the toilet with a sleepy look on his face.

     The behemoth swam, twisted and crawled until it plopped off the bed and charged the bathroom. Screaming in horror, the women clung to the gunman’s ankles as though expecting him to do something. Lifting his pistol, the gunman stretched his arm out across the sink to his left and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the demon.

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     The red demon’s head snapped back with a burst of black deteriorating demon cells. Its body thumped upon the ground, dissolving into embers that blew away on an ethereal wind. Bringing the revolver back to his side, his blue eyes lowered to the women who were gawking at the disintegrating demon corpse.

     [color=gray][b]“Ya mind?”[/b][/color] he said irritably.

     The women peered up at him and then slowly rose to their feet, creeping out of the bathroom and closing it behind them. In the life of a demon hunter, it was just another morning…or was it night? He didn’t know.

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     The toilet was clogged and the gunman had a plunger and was pumping away at the plumbing trying to clear the drain. The demons didn’t seem like they were going to stop. The girls had long left his apartment after the first invasion, and he was glad they did for if it hadn’t been the demons that would chase them out, it probably would have been the smell. The next demon that snorted, snarled, and screamed its way in to his apartment and over to the bathroom door was met with the end of the plunger. He had pulled it from the toilet and clubbing the beast right between its eyes, sent it reeling back. With Desperado, he shot the demon much like he had shot the first one, sending it bursting into oblivion. The plunger was returned to the toilet as he resumed pumping away.

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     With a pink showerpuff covered in body wash lather, the gunman scrubbed his neck and shoulders, washing away filth and dead skin cells. He brought the puff to his face, closing his eyes as he scrubbed it with soap. Suddenly, the wall disintegrated as a large fireball sped by to slam into the apartment building behind his. Naked and exposed to the elements and chaos of the demon-infested city, the gunman rinsed his face and turned in the tub to face the city, watching people running around, burning cars crashing into walls, and demons galloping through the streets.

     Scowling as his black hair became matted with the water that gushed over it, Wilson grumbled, [color=gray][b]“Ah hate this damn city…”[/b][/color]

     He resumed washing himself. Meh.