Encumbrance by Tai Goodman (best books to read for young adults txt) 📖

from the man's neck. Then from the behind, the other man was shot in the head by an unknown assailant. The man was dressed in a  brownish outfit, and had a huge magnum revolver. 

 

"You're dead fucking meat."

 

The mysterious person flipped the cylinder of his magnum down, and inserted another set of giant bullets inside of it. "VIXEN, YOU'RE GONNA LOSE THIS FIGHT!"

"Oh, I'm not Vixen."

The man flipped his cylinder back up, readying his pistol. "But I don't like you." The figure fired a giant bullet at BJ. BJ sprinted towards him, and dodged the bullet. BJ casted Foxhound on his feet. BJ sprinted, and tried to block a bullet with his sabre. Instead of the bullet being sliced in half, BJ's sabre was broken. "MY SABRE!" The figure aimed at BJ while he was stalled, and watched BJ face him again with an angry expression. "YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! THAT'S MY SWORD!"

The man pulled the hammer back. BJ, while bare-handed, continued running towards the guy. The figure fired again, and destroyed a chunk of a pillar near BJ. With two shots remaining, BJ dodged the fifth bullet successfully. The man finally shot BJ in his knee with the sixth, leaving a hole. "AGH! GOD! MY LEG!" 

 

The man opened up the cylinder to his revolver. While doing this, BJ was limping towards him with a bleeding leg. "Come on..." The man pulled out a few rounds. BJ nearly fell over trying to reach the guy. The man inserted the rounds into the cylinder, when BJ reached him gun, and flung it in another direction.

 

Then BJ smacked him across the face with his fist, drawing blood. "You can't do this... Not when I'm.... So close..." 

The man was crawling across the floor, in pain, trying to escape BJ. BJ stomped on his head repeatedly, and crushed it into pieces. "Here's something funny, if you wouldn't have shot at me, I wouldn't have done this."

 

BJ then continued upstairs in the building, to the heir's room. Once he entered, the heir was nowhere to be seen. Though the bed was shaking, mysteriously. BJ checked underneath, and the heir was concealed under the wooden frame of the bed. She murmurred, "Please... Please just do it. Kill me and get it over with."

 

BJ dragged the woman out from under the bed and said, "I'm not going to maul you. Not like the other people would've wanted to. I'm here to rescue you from this sorry, tragic world. Euvoskia, and most of England is crumbling because of this parliamentary government system."

 

"Are you a freedom fighter? An American?"

 

BJ started laughing. "No, no. I'm not from America. I was born in England, 1881. Molded by its cruel democracy." She grinned. "Same year the prime minister was born. I dislike him," the heir informed him. 

 

"That's actually my target."

 

"Benjamin Juvencivilla? Why? Why exactly?"

 

"Well now that I know this man's birthdate, I guess you could say me and him are alike in a few ways. I worked in the central government palace. Mr. Juvencivilla and I were in a physical fight, and he threw me out a window, then... I hit my head. Got amnesia, that's what the nurse told me."

 

"That sounds devastating. Well... Let's get out of here- Uh.... What may I call you?" the heir asked. "You may call me BJ. That's what the nurse called me. So... I'm guessing that's what I'll stick with. I don't remember my name. I don't want to. I only want to kill Juvencivilla for what he's done." 

 

"Alright, BJ. Let's get out of this damned place. Oh, and I'm Gertrude."

 

BJ and Gertrude exited the room, and standing there was Connor Vixen. "So... You are the burden in my way," BJ told him. Gertrude backed away from the two. 

"Burden? You're the terrorist who's going around murdering innocents."

 

"I don't murder innocents. I murder those who get in my way, and I murder parliament."

 

"Then why is that woman still alive?" Vixen questioned him. 

 

"I have my reasons. And I have my privacy," BJ said, casting a spell. "Cardius incendio!" 

The spell didn't have any effect on Vixen, laughing about, and he held up a spiritual relic around his neck. "You-You really... HAHAAAHAHAHAH! You really think that this would be that easy? I have my own sorcery, you buffoon! Anything that you cast on me that harms me in any way, it will have no impact. 

Your spells are useless against me. And besides... Where's your sword?"

 

BJ was then reminded that his sword was depleted of. "Oh dear.."

Connor threw his weapon out of the way.

 

"Let's make this INTERESTING..." 

Connor popped his knuckles in place. "Real gentlemen don't use guns, nor do they use pieces of binded steel or metal. They battle it out with their fists. So, bring yourself over here so I can teach you 'Getting your Ass Kicked 101!'"

 

BJ popped his knuckles in place. "You're making a big mistake, wanker!"

 

Chapter VIII: All the Mettle of Man

 BJ charged at Vixen with a balled up fist, ready to inflict pain on Vixen, though Vixen dodged it easily by strafing to the right. Vixen smiled, and kicked BJ into a statue of a knight. This knocked down several pieces of armor off of the base. "You've killed so many, but to me you're as powerful as the world's smallest termite." BJ composed himself, and aimed his pistol in the direction Vixen was standing in. Though, Vixen had disappeared.

Instead, Vixen was besides BJ. With his gloved hands, he grabbed the firearm in BJ's hand, and began firing all of its ammunition out of its receiver. Then Vixen smacked the pistol out of BJ's hand, and into the bottom floor's carpet. Vixen then flipped BJ over the railing, making him land on an ottoman, and crush it into two pieces. Vixen stood on top of the railing, and with a small hop, he landed on BJ's chest.

 

"ARGH!"

BJ rolled over in pain. Vixen then grabbed one of the pieces of the ottoman, and slammed it on BJ's head. Woodchips and pieces of fabric flew out, and BJ was badly hurt. "You... you aren't SHIT, VIXEN!" 

Vixen kicked BJ while he was on the floor. 

 

"You think you're better than me?"

 

Vixen kicked him again.

 

"You... you're full of it."

 

Vixen picked up BJ with both of his arms, and let go, having him land on his kneecap. 

"Let's see what breaks first... Your spirit... Or your skeleton?"

 

Vixen stomped on BJ's chest. 

 

"Apparently, it's both. Isn't it?"

Vixen kicked him again. BJ started to hold up his fists like he was blocking an incoming attack. "What are you doing?"

Vixen spread his arms out. and punched BJ in the face right through them. 

"You can't avoid justice, mate. Justice is continuous."

 

BJ then had a scowl on his face. He stood up, on his two feet. "What're you doing? You lost already, you might as well give up." BJ smiled and said, "You never let me have my turn."

BJ kicked Vixen across the room, scraping across the red carpet. Vixen, on the floor while flat, tried to look up from his position. BJ headed over to the place Vixen was in. With his shotgun out, he blasted Vixen in his chest. "ARGH! MY CHEST!"

 

BJ pumped it back, and aimed at Vixen's head. "Any last words?"

 

"Yeah. This was a setup."

 

Vixen's arms faded to a dark black color, and grew hair intensively. BJ reversed away from the scene, and noticed Gertrude was watching over the balcony. "GET BACK IN YOUR ROOM! HURRY!" 

Vixen's muscles enlarged, with the veins and blood visible from the naked eye. Gertrude retreated back into her dormitory, and locked the door behind her. Vixen rolled over, and stood up on his two feet. "Wha.... WHAT IN THE BLAZES ARE YOU?"

 

Vixen's face extended like a wolf's snout. His teeth sharpened in a triangular shape, with a menacing grin thats corner reached up to the vicinity of Vixen's ear. The tip of the ears were sharp, and curved. 

The armor on Vixen's chest revealed itself through his clothes, and revealed ballistic armor crafted from steel and brass. "You want to know what I am?"

Vixen had transformed into a humongous black demon-like wolf.

 

"I'm your killer."

 

BJ pumped his shotgun. "Let's see how much red you get on the floor, mate." He fired and hit Vixen in the side of his face, leaving no mark. He stood on all four legs, and roared loudly. BJ flew into a pillar due to the force of the roar. It was as forceful as a wind turbine. He hit the pillar, but wasn't beat. The wound healed due to a spell BJ casted on his spine, and he stood up. "VIXEN! FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, AND NOT A COWARD!"

 

Vixen pounced into the area BJ was hiding behind, destroying the pillars in his way into microscopic marble pieces. "Eat lead, Vixen!" 

BJ started firing shells at Vixen. One blast hit Vixen in the side of his snout, giving him a nosebleed. The blood left a huge blotch of red in the carpet. Then he was hit in his forehead. The ground was cracking under Vixen, his weight was too heavy for the floors. BJ noticed a knight's statue, and his sword. "God save the Queen." BJ said, stealing the huge blade. It was a broadsword. "Come here, Vixen! I'm gonna carve you up!"

 

Vixen pranced over to his location, and BJ leaped upwards. With all of the power in his veins, he inserted the broadsword's end into Vixen's. "AAAH!" Vixen tried to sway his hands around, and hit BJ in the process. "YOU FUCKER!" 

There was an open wound. Vixen fell over and left an advantage for BJ. "Alright Vixen, my turn." Before BJ even attacked Vixen, his human self climbed out of the shell of the wolf. "You-You're insane!"

 

Vixen then disappeared into thin air. BJ stopped where he was. "What in the hell? Where'd he go?" 

 

Vixen was outside, watching BJ on a light-post. Then he disappeared again, to elsewhere. 

Chapter IX: My Condolences

 Benjamin returned to the room. Gertrude was underneath the bed. "Vixen's gone. Let's go." Gertrude grabbed his tender hand, and exited the bottom of the bed. "You're a savior. But wasn't there another man coming to do the same thing?"

"What man?"

 

"He had a huge firearm."

 

"Oh. Well... I had to kill him. I offered to truce but he decided to try and shoot me." She looked down. "Oh." 

"Why? Was he a friend of yours?"

"No. I just- I don't really want anybody to die." 

 

"Oh. Well I'm sorry Gertrude, but the next step is to kill the prime minister. I will do it with swift justice and all of my might. As tomorrow will be bloody. It will be fierce. It will be