The gunman. (A dream)

This is the dream of a character I created in an RP.

Angeal wrapped his arms around the now sleeping once more kuri and closed his eyes. As he dozed off he began to dream.
In the middle of the room a fountain of gold had stood. Thousands crowded the floor. Alchohol rested itself in millions of bottles around the walls. And in a bar stool next to the counter, a man with semi long green hair sat. The bartender looked across the counter at him and laughed a little. "Well, now. You look like you could use a drink. How about a shot of whiskey sir?" Angeal gazed up from his lifeless spot on the glossy counter top to meet the man in the eyes. "Sure. A shot of whiskey."
He winced slightly at the vicious sound of solid glass slamming on the hard counter, penetrated his eardrum. Thinking to himself he just shrugged off the harsh sound and looked into the whiskey that rested beneath his eyes. The orangish brown hue looked almost exactly like his eyes. The bags beneath his eyes told the bartender he was just some tired fool. But in those whiskey colored eyes, there was a man who was about to carve his name into the history of that place. He picked up the glass. His eyes squinted a little as he held back the alcohol. He was drinking just to get drunk. That's all. Not with friends, nor family. Just drinking to get drunk. Hoping to take away some kind of pain. Hoping to take away some kind of doubt. He looked up and asked the bartender for another. The bartender, as sly as a fox, smiled and replied to him. "Very well sir. I will put this on your tab. So far you owe us one hundred dollars. I hope you have the money to pay for all of your expenses tonight." Angeal looked up at the bartender and laughed. "My pockets are deeper than you think. Just keep the alcohol flowing, and I will pay for it when i am done." Angeal lied cleverly, as the bartender continued pouring drinks. Angeal had the money, to pay for one hundred drinks that this man served him. However, he had no intention to do so.
Drink, after drink ran down his throat. He still couldn't get drunk enough to wash away that trouble though. He stood and looked at the Bartender and spoke for only a moment. "Where is she?" The bartender gave him a puzzled look and replied to him in a nervous tone. "W-who might you be talking about sir?" Angeal looked up at the man, and those whiskey eyes pierced right through him. The bartender could only think of fear. His every thought was consumed by what this man would do to him. Suddenly a sound could be heard. The bartender looked to see a large silver pistol. The barrel rested itself on his forehead. "You heard me! Where is she!!? WHERE THE HELL IS KURI!?" Angeal's scream was violent and spiteful. "I-I I don't know! Please don't shoot me!?" He slowly squeezed the trigger. A scream in terror could be heard, before the sound of a click. Behind the counter the bartender looked at Angeal, and with tears in his eyes, he spoke. "She is on the rooftop, you goddamn psycho!" Angeal looked at him and walked away with nothing else to say. With that the man left for the elevator.
"Who in the hell are you?" The words echoed in his mind as a man stood in front of the elevator. Angeal, looked at him callously, and put a gun to his head. "It doesn't matter." The man had then realized his mistake. He spoke, instead of stepping aside. However, before being able to correct himself, the trigger on that large silver pistol was pulled. A bullet went through the man's skull tearing his brains out and spraying them across the elevator door. With this Angeal quietly walked inside the elevator. There he stood, a broken man. Sadness and misery couldn't even begin to describe how he felt. It was as if some being gave him everything he could ever want, just to watch him squirm and grovel like a dog when it was taken away. Angeal knew though, that Kuri was waiting on him. He also knew that he would come to her rescue.
He made it as far as the 58th floor before the elevator stopped. just a few floors shy of the top. The city was beautiful on this ugly night. A night that was about to get uglier. The light gleamed from the muzzle. The scent emanating from it was a mixture between silver, gunpowder, and now blood. The pistol in Angeal's hand had apparently multiplied as he held an identical pistol in his other hand. He carried these two monsters with him to war. And this was a war. To get back the most precious thing he had. To get back the only thing that mattered, and to make sure who did it, could never do it again. The blood on his long black coat couldn't be seen. No, it was far too dark to be seen. A bell rung and triggers were pulled. Hundreds of rounds were fired in the elevator, yet nobody was to be found. Suddenly a second bell rung and two more triggers were pulled. With an instant five men fell to their knees as blood began to build up in their stomachs and pour from their mouths. Yet, he just stood there, as if nothing happened. Instead of looking at the corpses in front of him he just kept on walking forward. he was more like a machine than a man without her. She was that important cog that made him a living being. The only gear that could get things moving again.
Bullets and gun smoke filled the air on the 58th floor of the building as hell unleashed itself within those walls. The screams of dying men echoed through the halls as Angeal let the guns fire on his enemies. Every clip filled with ammunition warranting death, Angeal looked coldly on the men, making sure they saw his eyes. The dead would want to haunt someone, so he would make damn sure they came to the man that killed them. His face being their last living memory. Hell awaited Angeal, and so too did the corrupt hearts and souls of the men who would die this night. However, while he was still alive, he would be next to Kuri, until his heart stopped beating. He had been a fool this time though. He wasn't there to protect her, and these men would pay for his crimes. He would build a monument of their blood for his sins, and he would gladly look upon that monument each day, as long as it meant he could be with Kuri. Time seemed to speed up though. As he continued killing his way through the area, he reached the stairwell. He had managed to make it this far without getting hurt, but he knew his time would eventually come. He wasn't getting out of this uninjured, if not dead. He would still cling to life, though. For Kuri, was everything to him, and he could not make her cry. His life was important to her, despite what he himself thought, and what these men he had been killing thought. As the shell casings rained down, from the chambers of guns, poured down the steps like a waterfall. A bullet to the leg slowed him down though. One unfortunate gunman, got in a lucky shot. A shot that Angeal thanked him for by crushing his skull between his fingers while shooting his friends to death.
The stairwell was covered in blood and bodies, with Angeal at the top. One more floor remained till he reached her. Unfortunately for the men of the 59th floor, there was one way to that floor. A special Elevator. Angeal loaded two new clips into his pistols before kicking down the door. Bursting into the room he let the bullets fly from his pistols. Men were dropping quickly now. Angeal's leg wound was bothering him worse now that he kicked in the door, and he had also begun to feel the tiring effects of the alcohol. He didn't care though. He would fight any man who got in his way. He looked to his side and noticed he had been taking cover behind a bar on the fifty ninth floor. He picked up a bottle of whiskey and pulled out a knife. Digging the bullet out caused him a great amount of pain, but it was worth it. He quickly poured some whiskey inside of the wounds and grabbed some bandages he found nearby and wrapped the leg wound up. The bandages were more than likely there in case of accidents, but Angeal had an emergency. He looked at the bottle and realized there was quite a bit of Whiskey left in it still. As the men fired foolishly at the counter he turned the bottle up and chugged down what was left. After letting out a heavy breathe he rubbed his head a little bit before turning over the counter, and shooting at the enemies. One by one they all fell to their miserable deaths. Angeal killed every man on that floor without remorse, and without regret. This was it. He stepped up to the elevator door and pressed the button. The bell rung and he stepped inside. He saw Kuri being taken earlier on that night. He saw himself being viciously beaten unconscious earlier that day. He watched as the man who called himself a friend, that betrayed them, put a gun to his own head and pulled the trigger. He saw everything so clearly, that it tore him apart inside. Finally the bell rung once more and the doors to the elevator opened. This was Angeal's time. This was the moment he would take Kuri back.
A song was playing in the background, and it had a slow melody to it. The tone seemed so somber, and sad. Its as if Angeal felt death creeping up on him. He stepped forward soaked in blood. The scent of Gunpowder reeked heavily around Angeal as well. He stepped forward not noticing the pain in his leg. The bastard who stole her was sitting there behind his desk. A golden forty five caliber pistol sitting on his desk. "I see you have made it after all. Well, Mr. Luxell. You certainly are a persistent one. Your woman, Kuri I believe it is, is here. However, you won't get the chance to see her. After a few beatings and several lashes with whips she finally passed out. You should have seen is Angeal. I wish you could have. It would only make this better. Now, don't be a fool. Come over and sit down. You are surrounded anyway." Angeal looked around seeing thirty or forty gunmen waiting. He wasn't sure if he was right about his counting or not. He just knew this would not be easy. "You talk too much you old piece of shit..." Angeal walked over and had a seat in the chair. The old man looked at him and took a drag from his Cigar. he then exhaled letting a thick acrid cloud of smoke slow from his lips filling the air with a wretched stench. he looked at Angeal in disgust and then spoke again. "Is that any way to treat your father you little bastard? When I found you, you were nothing but a little piece of trash clinging to your whore of a mother. A diseased creature who had no dignity. I gave you everything and its about damn time you learn who made you, you little shit." Angeal looked at the old man in disgust and turned his head. With that a fist with a golden ring met with Angeal's face. Blood poured from Angeal's mouth and puddled on his jacket. He smiled at his adopted father, with blood pouring down his face. “I have something old man. Something you will never have. I have myself, and I have her.” The old man bursts out heavy with laughter. “You little chicken shit! What do you think that is over there? Have you just become the stupidest bastard on the planet? No damn wonder you didn't take over the business. You are twenty one today. Its your birthday, and you are still the dumbest damn thing on this planet. Why did I even send you to that school? Unfortunately I need your dumb ass. Now. Will you take up the family business and keep your little girlfriend or whatever it is. Or will you and her both die like fools. I am running on a schedule here dammit. Make a decision so I can move on with my day.”

Angeal was torn between saving the woman he loved. He looked at his father and spoke. “I accept...,” his words were muttered. “What was that boy? Speak up.” Angeal looked at him with those eyes and glared at him. He then spoke clearly and sternly. “I accept.” His father laughed and nodded in approval. “I accept... NOTHING.” Fire built in his eyes as he tore away a gun from one of the men standing around them. He dashed to the right and took cover holding the man's rifle. Using the assault rifle he plowed away a few of the men before running out of ammunition. He looked around, and found an enemy waiting just around the corner. He stuck his gun out a little and the man came around the corner ready to pull the trigger. As he did, the barrel of his gun was grabbed by Angeal, and his head was slammed into the concrete pillar Angeal was using as cover. He died when his skull caved in crushing his brain. Angeal took his gun, and began trying to conserve ammunition. He shot down man after man with the rifle. But he never hit his father. The fat greasy piece of crap ran off somewhere hiding. After making his way through the remaining killers, he made his way back to his right handed handgun picking it up. He turned and saw the barrel of a golden forty five waving in his face. The silver barrel went to his father's head. “Do you know why your gun is silver, and my gun is gold? Because you are second prize. You aren't cut out for this. Drop the gun take your girlfriend and just go to hell already. Get her and accept your fate. Its the only logical choice you can make.” Angeal and his father backed away from each other slowly, waiting for one another to slip up so he may shoot the other. Battered and bloody Angeal's vision was blurred as well from the large quantity of alcohol he consumed. On top of that he had been shot and lost some blood. The old man pulled the trigger firing away. He he shot Angeal in the shoulder and in the chest. It missed the heart, but Angeal was not supposed to be alive. He lifted the silver cannon and puled the trigger seven times. A bullet to the chest, two to the stomach, one to the knee, one to the throat and one to the forehead. He stood over his father's corpse and looked down on him.

“Rest in peace.” The only words he could say to the man who took him in and raised and fed him. He could only look at that man with scorn and hatred. “You took something important from me. I took something important from you. See you in hell old man.” After saying that he went to get Kuri, and walked away. As he left with Kuri in his arms, and exited the building the top floor was taken out with explosives. Angeal had not planted any bombs. He knew this much. However the person who did just gave him the perfect cover. As he walked away he began to drift off. Suddenly Angeal awoke looking over to find Kuri had been with him the whole night. He smiled at her and laid back down going back to bed.

I am dedicating this one to Moka! <3 Enjoi everybody!