Utterly Mad

Priest banged his head with the music that pumped into his ears from the MP3 player in his pocket. A guy in a mask walked by and Priest fell into step behind him, rocking a cap, sunglasses, and a bandanna pulled over his nose. Noose looked over his shoulder at Priest and nodded as they walked.
They walked over to a sedan and waited. Cross stepped out, mask on and head banging as the stereo pumped out a beat. Broken-Man sat up in the back seat, shook his head, and slid out the door. Broken zipped up his hoodie and checked his mask before nodding to Noose.
The four of them walked into the reception area of an office building. The security guard walked up and one of them popped off "Okay, very funny boys, now take the masks off."
Broken looked over at Noose, whom nodded. Broken stepped forward, spun, and drove his elbow into the guards head. The other two pulled their pistols and went to fire, but their guns clicked as the magazines hit the floor. Cross took one step forward and kicked one in the groin, and the guard hit the ground with a slight scream. Broken looked at the third and walked towards him.
To the guards credit, he tried warning the rest of security, but all he got was static. Broken punched him in the forehead and the man hit the floor unconcious.
The receptionist ducked under her desk as they walked past towards the elevator. They piled in, looking at the accountants that had occupied it previously. Noose hit the top floor button.
One of the accountants looked over and asked "So, um, h-how are you?"
Noose looked over, "Oh, pretty good, just going to go throw a bastard out of a window and burn his office, you know, just an average day."
The rest of the trip up was done to the background of elevator music. The doors opened and the four of them stepped out. Noose looked at the others "Okay, my turn."
With that he walked up to the large double doors and stepped through. With a sudden flash of movement the guards pulled weapons and yelled for him to stand down. He smiled under the mask and looked at them. He walked towards them and they opened fire.
Noose fell to the floor with holes in his chest. The guards all recoiled as they saw him stand up, and saw the leathery wings sprout out of his back. The smile on his mask glowed blood red as he charged the guards.
The others walked in a moment later to see him knocking the last guard unconcious. Priest stepped through the door into the office of the man. The man looked at them and nearly screamed. Noose had the wings and glowing smile, Cross' entire mask was glowing in reds and black, Broken's mask looked like someone had shattered it and his right arm looked like someone tried to make frankenstein.
Priest walked over to the man and smiled "Do you remember that orphanage you foreclosed on? How about that place for the homeless?" He asked, and with each word a puff of smoke blew out from under the bandanna.
"I didn't do anything wrong, it was all perfectly legal!" The man said, panicking. Priest pulled his bandanna off and all that was there was swirling smoke.
"Time to die bastard." And with that Priest threw the man out the window.

The mine crew looked over the packed house and then looked at one another. They had agreed to let the revolutionaries use their shift meeting to discuss their plans, but they needed to be here to make it credible that people were here. Mark leaned against a pillar and let the droning voices of the speakers pass into the background as he looked at his partner, "So, you figure out how to get old Betsy to actually work, or is she going to nearly explode in my face again?"
His partner, John, rolled his eyes and sighed. "Look, like I said you messed with one of the steam valves and it blocked the pipe, causing a pressure build-up that caused a near catastrophic failure in the steam generator."
Mark looked at John and raised an eyebrow "Oh really? It wasn't the fact you failed to take into account all that magic bullshit that actually makes the damned thing to work?"
John raised his hands and smiled "Hey, if that's what failed blame the shift mage, he's the one who built those bits, not me."
Mark gave a short chuckle before looking back at the gathering of revolutionaries. He didn't know if they would succeed, but he knew they had the gumption. He checked his watch, another hour before they headed off and this meeting ended.

--same story--
The hooded figure looked out at the city, waiting patiently for the time to come. He looked at the check list of names he had brought and noticed something. He looked up into the skies and spoke "Sister Fate you cannot change my list at one of your damned whims!"
A voice whispered in his ear, a soft melodic voice that he was honestly sick of "Oh but I have such plans for that one. Can't you just find someone else to kill? Please? please please please please!"
He sighed "He is supposed to die! Why should I spare him! His life will not stop the ceaseless death that I see every day so why!?!"
Fate whispered back "But he will save thousands! I know you hate your job, and that your soul is bound to do it until the end of humanity, but please Death?"
Death rolled his eyes and started towards the city. "Fine sister, I'll spare him."
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" Fate said.
Death checked his watch, twenty-three hours fifty-five minutes until he was going to be busy here

The room was filled with laughter and smiles, with congratulations being given to the lucky couple. The two smiled, chatting with their guests. The groom leaves his bride to speak with a man for a second.
"This vest is rather annoying." He states plainly to the man.
"I would have thought the piece your carrying would be even more uncomfortable." Was the reply.
"You really think they would try to kill me at my wedding." It wasn't a question but a statement of fact.
"They are honorless dogs. I would expect nothing less from them." The man said, looking around the room.
"I hope you are wrong."
--meanwhile--
No one talked in the car. They all knew what they were doing, they knew what it would say about them, they knew why they did it. Those bastards had taken one of their own. Now they would return the favor ten fold.
They slipped out the windows, taking aim as they neared the church. The first shot flew through the front door, tumbling through the air before taking one of the guards in the chest and tearing through the vest. Four cars drove into the parking lot, blocking the exits.
Burns screams as he lets loose with his AK into the church "This is for the chairman!"
The shots spray into the unarmed guests as the men pour fire into the building. They rush forward, guns bucking as they mow down the guards and anyone who tried to stop them. Burns yells again as he busts the door down "Johnny sends his regards to the bastards who killed his father!" and then he sprayed fire at anyone still standing.
The guests dove for the floor as the bullets flew all over the room. The men rushed into the church as the last of the guards fell to the ground. Burns yelled "Find me the man who killed the Chairman."
A few minutes later one of the men hauled the groom in front of Burns. The bride screamed as Burns put the barrel of the gun to the grooms head. "We saw what you did. May you burn in hell."
The gun bucked and Burns turned. He and his boys walked outside as the police sirens wailed into the evening air. They tossed their guns to the ground and got to their knees as the police rushed towards them.

As I gunned down the last of my foes I began to search for my comrade who had been fighting alongside me. After a few minutes I was about to give up, assume he had run, but then I heard him groan in pain. I walked over and knelt beside him, preparing a syringe.
I gave him a couple shots of morphine, but we both knew he was going to die at this point. He nodded at me, knowing what I was going to do. It was what anyone of us would have done to a comrade, mortally injured and with no hope of getting him any kind of medical help.
I pulled my pistol from it's holster and quietly took aim. Before I pulled the trigger he spoke "I am at peace for the first time in my life."
I looked away before pulling the trigger, then closed his eye lids gently. A comrade down, left to forever rest in this hell.
His folks wrote me, years ago, saying he had found religion. Maybe there was something to it, maybe there was a place  we went to after death. For me though, my sins are too numerous to be forgiven.
I picked his body up and slung it over a shoulder, keeping my pistol ready. I knew a man who would fly his body home to be buried. It was the least I could do for the man who had saved me so many times.
--same story--
A lot of people ask me why I do my work. Don't I have a family?
And to that I reply they were all buried in unmarked graves by someone I've been hunting for years. And that they should shut up before I make them eat their own fist.
Of course, some days I do think about getting out of this weird game where friends could suddenly become enemies and then back again in a matter of a day. We all understand, it's just how the buisness works. But still, taking a break from it has some appeal to us all, but we'll never give up the life. Too much fun blowing up drug kings and war lords.
Though there comes a time, after everyone you've ever known dies and turns to dust, when the life loses some appeal. You'll never settle down and have a house and a nice little family where the kids go off to college while you work a day job. You just start to wonder how much of yourself you're willing to give up to the devil to stay alive and keep at this life.
Of course, carrying the dead body of your fallen comrade, one who's been through a lot with you, puts things in perspective. One more job, then I'm done. Of course, just my luck the job entails killing a warlord. Which in and of itself means waging a small war.
--same story--
I found a road and kept walking along it. The body of my comrade was beginning to weigh more, but I knew that was just fatigue starting to set in. I missed my car, an old dodge charger. From back when they didn't make every car look the same.
I began to hear a vehicle approaching and sighed. I was either going to be passed by or gunned down. Which is why I was surprised when it stopped, the two in the truck looking at me. Finally, after staring at each other for a couple of awkward minutes, they motioned me to get in the bed of the truck. I took the ride and we sat in silence.
As we approached the no fire zone the driver looked back and said "I'm sorry for your friend. It is tough to lose someone who has fought beside you."
I was surprised, and for a second said nothing, then spoke "Thank you. Maybe the next time we meet we will be on the same side."
They stopped in front of town to let me off with the body, then hit the gas and went back into the jungle. I carried the body to the small church in town. They took the dead and sent them home to where ever they were from.
Now, back to buisness.