Getting Lucky

[misterbiz]

        "You sure gave me an easy one today, Wally," Lucky said calmly. He took a deep breath and let it out. The air was crisp and cold and here he was dressed in a white, latex bodysuit, laying flat across the snow covered ground. Snow was gently falling from the sky, irritating Lucky even more than usual.
        "Don't call me Wally, goddammit. The name is Walter. Walter. You got that?" a loud voice shouted, crackling out of the small earpiece that Lucky wore.
        "Take a chill pill, Walt. I'm just trying to keep myself awake out here."   
        "Well, you need to stay focused. You've got a huge commission coming to you for this job."
         "Yeah, but Moscow? Why did it have to be Moscow? You know I hate this place."
        Walter let out an annoyed groan which forced a small chuckle out of Lucky. He moved one hand and ran it through his long blonde hair. It was almost frozen from the mixture of water and sub-zero temperatures. Then he saw what he needed. His left eye closed almost automatically and he looked down the scope with the right. His prey emerged about a thousand feet in front of him. The target stopped and looked around, smelling the air, as a gentle breeze picked up forcing his fur to flutter a little. Lucky's finger tightened a little on the trigger of the rifle that was so neatly set up on the hill he was perched on. The Russian moved a little bit, forcing himself into the open even more. Lucky took a moment to examine the man. The man crossed his arms as he started to converse to the nice little priest, completely oblivious to Lucky and the .50 caliber rifle that was directed at his skull.
       "What about the father? Does he go too?" Lucky asked removing his eye briefly from the scope.
        "No," Walter responded. "The client wants at least one witness."
        Lucky looked back through the scope and focused his full attention on the fat man in the fur coat. Lucky took a careful aim and closed both eyes.
       "He takes the shot," Lucky said, as he squeezed the trigger. A whisper of a gunshot went off into the night as the prey’s skull was turned into a red mist. The man fell to the ground as Lucky opened his eyes. "He shoots. He scores."
         "Well, good for you. Now get back here so we can get ourselves paid," Walter said. Lucky rose from the ground and quickly grabbed his sniper rifle.  With one quick motion, he slung it over his shoulder and started his usual sprint from the crime scene. The wind picked up and started blowing forcefully against his face. Tears formed at the edges of his eyes as the wind caused them to burn. Yet he continued to sprint. His footsteps were light and unheard as the snow continued to fall and the wind continued to blow. He finally stopped and ducked down behind a tree. A slick smile crossed his face as he decided to set his plan into motion. The plan he’s had in the back of his mind for the last year. He pressed his back against the trunk of the large tree and let out a loud groan.
        “Oh fuck,” he moaned.
         “What’s going on, Lucky?” Walter asked, sounding more angry than worried.
         “I’ve been hit,” he lied, “They must have their own sniper. Oh god. Wait. No. Holy shit, please don’t,” Lucky pleaded before yanking out his earpiece and crushing it in his palm.
         Lucky rose off of the ground and laughed, dropping the broken piece of machinery to the ground.
         “Oh yeah. I quit.” Lucky added. He dropped the rifle and started his solitary walk through the Russian wilderness.  As he walked, he started to think about where he could actually go now that his career was officially over. He had left a trail of blood and bodies behind him wherever he went. So many broken hearts and broken families. That’s when he remembered the one place that he could go. The one place where the agency wouldn’t look for him once they found out that he was not, in fact, dead. The very place his journey of destruction and death had started
          He finally reached his ride. A small helicopter sat waiting for him. The pilot saw him emerge from the trees and immediately started the rotors.   Luck climbed inside the aircraft and stripped out of his bodysuit and relaxed in expensive suit he wore underneath.          
         “Where is your final destination?” the pilot asked, turning his head to look at Lucky.
         “The grave,” Lucky said laughing slightly, “but for now, take me home. Take me to Signet City.”
         The pilot nodded and the chopper lifted off the ground and Lucky had a strange sensation in his gut. A sickening feeling that he had just started a twisted chain of events. And for once he hoped his ever-faithful gut was wrong.

[Burningplain]

Awesome Chapter Biz.
Look forward to the next one.

[misterbiz]

Lucky started the truck again and started to drive. He drove through the woods in silence, his mind completely focused on the violence that he would bring down upon his former partner. He imagined the various types of hell he would bring upon her pretty blonde head and those of her followers.

The guns rattle reassuringly in the back. Pushing him forward. Begging him to use them on those who refused to give him rest and had dared to touch Kelly. A small echo of laughter sounded off from the back of Lucky's mind. It was distant but still quite clear. and for the first time in ages, he didn't mind the sound of that laughter.

Lucky drove and plotted until he was about 3 miles away from the hangar. Parking the van, he turned off the engine and looked around. There didn't appear to be any danger nearby, so he stepped out of the vehicle and marched to the back of the van. He separated the guns into group, stacking rifles in one pile, shotguns in another and the handguns in a final pile. As he finished separating them he noticed  something that was hidden under the miniature stockpile. Flattened and packaged in clear plastic was a white suit and tie. On top of the suit was a small piece of paper that read, You're a killer. Look the part.

With a slick smile, Lucky tore himself out of his civilian clothes and dressed himself in the clean, white suit. It fit perfectly, like it was made for him.  Once dressed, he set to arming himself.  He grabbed a scoped rifle complete with a noise suppressor. He also grabbed a couple of silenced 9mm pistols, a shotgun and the M16. Searching the rest of the back, he found a bag with some ammunition in it. He slung the automatic weapon and the rifle over his shoulder and set one of the pistols into the duffel bag.

Giving a final look to the weapons, he closed the doors and moved to the front of the van and paused. Acting quickly and out of pure assassin instinct, he fired a couple rounds through the hood into the engine.  "No retreat. If I succeed, I'll find another way out of these woods," he said, sliding the gun into the waistband of his pants and starting along the road toward the hangar.

His thoughts once again focused on vengeance as he marched through the wilderness. He imagined the sounds of her screams as he butchered her like Mike. The fear in her eyes as he pressed a gun to her forehead. The violence in his mind tugged at the corners of his lips and brought forth a sadistic grin.

He was jerked out of his thoughts a good time later by the sound of a twig snapping nearby. He froze like a deer in the headlights and listened. Behind him someone was moving, most likely with a dagger of some sort. Carefully, the assassin listened. Studying the steps for a moment before throwing down his guns and spinning around with a large roundhouse kick.

His foot collided with the skull of a young man dressed in black. Lucky eyed the man and caught sight of the Sprinter logo on his outfit. The individual started to push himself off the ground but the retired killer was able to move faster. With anger fueling him, Lucky kicked the kid in the gut and as soon as the injured body fell back to the ground, he hit him with a violent stomp to the back of the skull.

The Sprinter punk let out a weak and pain-filled moan as he became motionless in the dirt. Lucky rolled him over  with his foot and stared down at him. A pair of cracked aviator sunglasses sat on his face. Through a missing chuck of glass, he could see into the pathetic man's eyes. They were filled with an odd mixture of fear and condescending hatred.

With no emotion, Lucky knelt down and took off the glasses. Setting them aside, he slowly took out the pistol from his waistband set the barrel under his chin. The man flinched slightly which was made difficult by the pain that rattled his body.

"How many of you are there? How many are waiting for me?"

The Sprinter let out a small choking sound. He swallowed and tried to speak again resulting in the same half-choked sound before managing to speak.

"Twenty," he said weakly. "Twenty and the boss." Lucky nodded and squeezed the trigger. A whisper of a gunshot sounded from the silencer as the Sprinter's head gave a small jerk and rolled to the side. With practiced caution, Lucky stowed the gun in his pants, grabbed the corpse and dragged it from the road. Once the corpse was properly hidden from possible human eyes, Lucky moved back to the road and picked up the damaged sunglasses. Something about them was calling to him. Staring at them a moment, he shrugged and put them on.

Something about them just felt right when he wore them. Focusing his mind once more on the task at hand, Lucky grabbed the bag of  ammo as well as the guns and proceeded on his journey.

It wasn't before long that the trees started to thin and the hangar came into view. It was a fair distance away and a fair number of Sprinters were walking around out front. Several vehicles were parked out front. Maintaining his distance,  Lucky moved into a thick group of trees and set down the bag. He removed the pistol from his pants and set it on the ground along with the M16.  With a predatory hunger for violence, he lowered himself onto the ground and looked through the scope of the silenced rifle. The Sprinters seemed to be patrolling the front, waiting for someone to arrive.  Like him. They were waiting for him to march in guns blazing.

Lucky  looked down the scope and focused the rifle on a sniper that was sitting on the roof, smoking instead of looking down his rifle's sights. Aiming carefully, the former assassin placed his finger on the trigger. With a smirk, he squeezed it and the sniper's head was rocked back as the bullet tore through his skull. As the body collapsed onto the roof, his killer gazed at the rest of his comrades. They moved about on their patrols, oblivious to the man's death. Without missing a beat, he trained the rifle on a guard carrying a fairly large automatic weapon. A silenced shot rang sounded as Lucky put a shot through the man's chest.

Suddenly the others started to become frantic as a couple of the others saw the death. They looked around, trying to pinpoint where the shot came from. One of them knelt down  to check for a pulse. Lucky watched him for a moment before putting a silent shot through his temple as soon as it was properly visible. The small group around him became a bit more frantic.

The former assassin moved his sights to another one carrying another automatic weapon and dropped him without an ounce of remorse. In the distance, one was charging out from the side of the hangar.  Before he could get near his partners, Lucky  placed a well aimed shot into him and watched as his body fell quickly to the ground. Standing up, Lucky left the rifle stay on the ground and dug into the bag for the other rifle. He placed it with the other pistol before zipping up the bag and slinging it over his shoulder and equipping the assault rifle. Moving back to the road, Lucky marched forward at a steady pace. He emerged from the tree line and as soon as a Sprinter looked in his direction, the realization dawned at what was happening. They moved to cover behind some vehicles and started to open fire. Lucky's pace didn't increase nor did he attempt to find cover.

Bullets soared past him and he continued to stroll toward them. His body moved with the same mechanical style as it had on many occasions when he had hunted a mark. His eyes  squinted behind his aviators as a Sprinter jumped out from behind cover. Lucky squeezed the trigger  and sent a quick burst of shots into the target's torso.  Another soon followed and Lucky repeated the action and placed a small burst into his torso. The others stayed behind their cover, realizing that it would be a mistake to try and show themselves for a better shot.  Lucky stopped walking at the first vehicle that blocked his straight path toward the hangar. He ducked behind it and moved around it quietly. With a quick peek around the corner, he made sure that no one nearby was aiming his direction. No one was so the predator stood and moved ahead to the next vehicle.

To his side, he saw a Sprinter in cover and quickly fired a quick burst into his target. The man fell to the ground and Lucky moved near him and put a couple more shots into him. Two more  popped out from behind a nearby jeep and before a single shot was fired from either of them, the killer in white  dropped each of them. Looking around, Lucky caught sight of of one ducked down behind a fancy sports car. Aiming through the windows, Lucky let loose a small stream of bullets.

The glass shattered and Lucky could make out a surprised scream from above the sound of the rifle.   Moving slowly around the vehicle, he watched as another Sprinter appeared from nearby. He finished the clip into him and dropped the automatic. He drew the pistols and moved around to the front of  the sports car where he place two ell aimed shots into the cowering Sprinter.

He stood still and looked around. The one in the woods had said there was twenty but As he looked around he saw that there was only around half of that. He took a step forward and as he did, the door to the hangar burst open. Several Sprinters started to run through the doorway but none made it more than a step outside. six pile through the doorway and were met with rounds from the two silenced pistols clutched in Lucky's grasp. Cautiously he moved forward to the door. Pressing himself against the nearest wall, he checked the ammo left in his clips. each had two shots left, he had gone through a lot with the piling out of enemies.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and looked into the hangar. The leader stood toward the back of it, in between two large sprinters. The two  bodyguards lifted their weapons but each one was stopped by a bullet to the skull. Without hesitation, he trained a pistol onto the leader and placed a round into their shoulder.

"Fuck," the mechanical voice roared as they hit the ground.

Looking around, Lucky noticed Kelly strapped to a table. The same table that  Mike had been restrained against. She was moving weakly against her restraints and appeared to have a variety of cuts and scratches on her body. Turning his attention back on the wounded leader, he dropped his back of ammo and the empty pistol and aimed the other at his foe.

"Take off the fucking mask, Veronica. Let me see your pretty face one last time before I fucking end you," Lucky demanded.

The leader nodded and tore off the mask. Sure enough, the face that hid underneath was that of Veronica. She couched slightly and looked up at Lucky with a cocky grin.

"I should have known you'd figure out who I was," she said. "Should have known that only a man as twisted as you could see through my scheme."

"Why?" Lucky asked. "Why go through all this? Fake your death? Kill the cleaners? Kidnap Kelly?"

"Simple. Abe wanted me to infiltrate this little group so he arranged for me to leave. To run. That way I could eliminate all these little pukes myself from the inside. So I killed their former leader and took his spot but in all honesty I liked being in charge. Telling these idiots that I knew what was best for them. That I knew how to stay hidden. It was all too fun and easy. Then I heard from my contact in the company that you were leaving and I knew you had to join my crew, we could rule together then take out Abe. We could control everything but then that bitch entered the picture and I knew that you'd never come willingly."

Lucky fought every urge not to pull the trigger and stared into her eyes. He glared at her and slowly put his gun back into his waistband. "You know, Veronica, you always were a power hungry bitch. And its going to be my pleasure to beat you into fucking nothing."

"No gun, Luck? That's not like you," Veronica said as she stood up. Lucky moved toward her with a maniacal grin on his face.

"I know. But this will be much more satisfying."

"Lucky, you know you don't want to kill me.  After all we've been through together. You don't have it in you."

Luck got close to her and  gave her a painful punch to the jaw, sending her to the ground. "Actually, I do want to kill you. You've made my life hell when all i want to do is try and find some normalcy. For that, you die."  He raised his foot to stomp on her but the blonde moved faster and  tripped him.  He hit the ground with a thud and listened as his former partner rose off of her feet and ran through the hangar. He looked up in time to see her moving past the tied down Kelly across the room.  Lucky started to rise and froze as Veronica pulled out a large knife with a serrated blade and held it above her.

"You could have had it all, Lucky. We could have lived like royalty if you had just followed your inner instincts.  Now, you have to decide what is more important. Killing me or saving her." Without another word, Veronica plunged the blade into Kelly's stomach and bolted toward the door, Lucky finished getting up and raced after Veronica, he stayed on her heels until he reached the door. he watched as the blonde Sprinter hopped into a vehicle and sped away. Turning his attention to the injured woman, he ran to her and tried to pull the dagger out. Kelly let out a pain filled scream and he stopped. It was stuck into her and the more he pulled the worse things would become. He attempted to undo the straps but they were too tight and in several places were stabled to the table. There was no undoing them in time.

"Fuck," he  muttered. He knew that where the blade was that Kelly was going to die. It was only a matter of time without  proper medical attention and he knew that it was impossible to get her the needed attention. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at her stomach and the blade stuck deep into it.

"Lucky?" Kelly said weakly. Lucky moved near her head and stood over her to look into her eyes.

"I'm right here," he told her. She looked weakly up at him and swallowed hard.

"Lucky, it hurts," she said. "Everything hurts."

Lucky nodded and a thought crossed his mind. He tried to force it away but it remained. She was going to die and he couldn't stop it but there was a way he could end her pain. A way to  make sure that she never hurt again. Tears filled his eyes at the very thought of what he had to do.

"I know it does but i know how to make it end. Close your eyes," He said. Kelly obeyed and slowly Lucky pulled out his pistol. It had one shot left and with that shot he could end her pain. "I want you to remember the first day we met. When we were in school. You remember?"

Kelly nodded. "Yeah. I remember."

"Keep that picture in your mind and soon your pain will just go away."

Lucky aimed the gun at her forehead and closed his eyes. He let out a deep breath as he tried to steady his nervous and shaking hand.

"I will, Luck. And Luck, before I change my mind. I need to let you know that I love you."

Lucky quickly squeezed the trigger and a whisper of a gunshot echoed throughout the hangar. Tears flowed from Lucky's eyes as he lowered his weapon to his side and let it drop to the floor with an echoing clamor.

"I love you too, Kelly. I love you too."  He dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands and sobbed harder than he ever had. Guilt flooded him as he looked back up and stared at Kelly's corpse. "I'll get her for you, Kelly. I swear. She will not get away with this."

[Chinaren]

Classic episode Bizzy!   

[Burningplain]

Wow. There's a twist and a half. A really dark episode. I love it. Powerful too.

[Thunderbird]

Ugh... and... wow!  I'm speechless!  Nice to see a story that can't possibly have a happy ending for once.  That last bit was absolutely legendary!

[Silme]

Simply epic there Misterbiz!  I agree that having a less than happy ending is refreshing for once.  I'm a fan of the not so Disney-happy-fucking endings for stories.  Especially after this, I wouldn't want to be Veronica when Lucky catches up with her.
 
"...when [her] eyes go dead, the hell I send [her] to will seem like heaven after what I've done to [her]."

                    - Frank Miller

[misterbiz]

Lucky buried his face in his hands once more and started to sob again. His body shook violently by the sheer force of his sobs. Images of Kelly raced through his mind. He watched their past together project onto the back of his eyelids. After several minutes, his memories fast forwarded to  the most recent one. Of staring down at her as he held a loaded gun above her and squeezing the trigger.

The memory prompted him to rise and he started to pace around the hangar. Desperately he tried to force her image out of his head, tried to stop her weakened voice from ringing in his ears. He paced around the room, his eyes closed and his his hands pressed against his ears. After what seemed like  an eternity of torture, her voice stopped and  instead, he heard a familiar voice.

Poor poor Lucky the familiar voice of Lucky's inner fiend said. I know how much you cared for her.

As the voice spoke, there seemed to be something different about it. It no longer just echoed from the recesses of his min. The voice seemed to emanate from the hangar. It seeped from the walls and bled from the very air. Lucky opened his eyes and looked around. The hangar was empty of people with the exception of the corpses that lay scattered around.

"Go ahead. Mock me, you heartless bastard. Laugh at me. Tell me that this is what I deserve. How I should have listened to you. Say what you want. I don't give a shit anymore," Lucky growled as he looked around.

Lucky, I'm hurt. You really think I would do something so crass as to mock you in a time of distress.

"Fuck you," Lucky roared, "Don't fucking patronize me. I've dealt with you long enough to know that all you want to do is laugh at my demise. So either get it over with or piss off."  He glared around the room, expecting a loud burst of laughter to echo around the room but no laughter came. Instead the sound of a heavy sigh filled the air.

Now I know I have been a tad bit vicious with you. And a bit cruel.  But that's just the way I am. The way you are.

"What do you mean the way I am?"

Simple. the voice echoed.  I was born  from your inner darkness. I'm your inner demon. I'm the anger, greed, lust and pride that you have tried time and time again to deny. I'm the dark side which you have tried to ignore. As I've mentioned in the past, I'm a coping mechanism.

"You aren't a single fucking part of me except a pain in my ass,"  he muttered as he started toward the door. He stopped dead in his tracks as the figment from his mind, the physical representation of his inner voice.

Really, Luck? Take a look in a fucking mirror. Ever since you turned me off when you kissed Kelly. Ever since you turned me off and started hunting the Sprinters, you've started to become more like me. I mean, A white suit was presented to you and you jumped all over it. You smashed a man's aviator's then proceeded to wear them.

Lucky looked down at himself and a mental lightbulb went off in his head.  The voice was right.  Parts of his inner madman presented themselves and he had automatically set  to wearing them. Several blood-stains even sat on the suit from the up close and personal gunshots he had delivered. Looking up he opened his mouth to respond to the voice, he noticed that the figment was gone. He looked around  quickly and noticed the being standing above Kelly's body.

Such a shame. She was so young. So beautiful.

"Get away from her. Don't you fucking touch her," Lucky growled.

The figure looked up at him and smiled his usual sadistic smile. Why not? After all, I'm not the one who pulled the trigger.

Lucky let out a growl and moved toward the figment. He grabbed a nearby table and flipped it to the side in a rage. "That's a low fucking blow. Even for you. You know fucking well that I had to pull the trigger. She was dead either way. My way was just quicker and painless."

If you truly believed that, then I wouldn't be here. After all, why use a coping mechanism when you don't need to cope? When you feel no guilt? The truth is Lucky is that deep down you feel guilty because you know that this is your fault.

Lucky moved quickly forward and threw a punch at the figment who simply bent backwards at an impossible angle to dodge the attack. As Lucky pulled his fist back, the fiend stood back up and delivered a punch of his own. Lucky stumbled back. He spun around a bit and was  punched in the gut by his mental madman. Stumbling back, he bumped into the table. He gave a small glance upwards and was met with no sight of his tormentor. He coughed and straightened up. Seeing no more sign of the cretin, he turned back around to look at Kelly's body.

She looked peaceful, like she was merely sleeping. As he stared at her, a furious fire of anger was lit within him. This was his fault. The voice was right. If he had just stayed away from her as was suggested. If he hadn't left and joined the Agency, then Kelly would still be alive and everything would be fine. There would be no voice. No blood on his hands. Veronica could have slipped into her own mental spiral without involving him.

"You're right," he growled as he glared down at Kelly's body. "This is my fault. If only I had listened to you in the first place and stayed away."

The figment's hand suddenly rested on Lucky's shoulder and he could hear a sigh emanate around the room.For the first time in a long time, Lucky, you are listening to reason. But don't fret, Lucky. I know how you can redeem yourself.

"Oh yeah? How?"

Give in to me. Your anger. Find her and take your vengeance out on Veronica. show her just how pissed you really are.

"It's not vengeance. It's justice."

As soon as the words left his lips, he was thrown to the ground by the pale hand and the mental madman placed his foot on Lucky's throat.

Bullshit. You mean to tell me that the promise you made to Kelly was for justice? Bull-fucking-shit, you self-righteous piece of dirt. If you really cared about justice, you would have blown your own brains out years ago. No. You want revenge. She fucked with you and now you want to make her suffer. That's why you were gonna waste the bitch here.

Lucky struggled against the fiend's foot but was unable to fight against it. He coughed and gasped for air as he stared up at the demon of the dark matter. He could start to feel the world fade away. Darkness started to cloud his vision. The figment leaned down and stared into his eyes.

Now get up, do what needs to be done with Kelly's body, then track down that blonde bimbo bitch and send her to hell where she belongs. Give in to your anger. Give in to me.

Lucky blinked and when his eyes opened the figment was gone and a flood of air entered his lungs. He coughed and stood up weakly. Giving a quick look around, He focused once more on Kelly. "I'm sorry, Kelly," he said softly as he reached over and grabbed hold of the knife that was stuck into her. He pulled it out with a quick motion and pulled some of the dead girl along with it. Using his suit he cleaned the blade of blood and guts and used it to slice her restraints. Gently he picked up her body, letting the knife clamor to the ground as he did so, and carried it out of the hangar. He set her in the backseat of one of the nearby vehicles. He gave a look around before heading back into the hangar and grabbing the knife from the floor and leaving. He climbed into the vehicle and threw the knife into the glove compartment driving away. He drove in silence, contemplating everything the voice had told him. At random intervals, he closed his eyes and searched the interior of his mind for the cretin, yet there was no more sign of him.

Lucky stopped near the van to retrieve the tarps and a couple more handguns from within. Quickly, he wrapped Kelly's body in the tarp before driving the rest of the way into town. Back in Signet City Lucky  drove to the cemetery and drove through until he found what he needed. The groundskeeper's shed. Hopping out of the car, he proceed to shoot off the lock holding it closed with one of the unsilenced pistols he had grabbed from the van.. he searched the shed for a minute or two before finding a shovel. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" a voice sound from the doorway. Lucky turned to find an elderly gentleman standing in the doorway. Without hesitation, Lucky raised the .45 in his hand and placed a shot into the old man's chest. He lowered the weapon and walked out of the shed, putting another round into the fallen old man. He set the shovel in the trunk of the car  and drove good distance out of town.

Once he found a decent spot in the woods, he climbed out of the car, grabbed the shovel and proceeded to dig. He closed his eyes as he worked and looked around the interior of his mind. The figment wasn't there. Instead, his brightened subconscious still held images of his past and his missions. With a sigh, the mental lights of the former assassin went off. One by one, his memories were plunged into darkness. One after another, the lights were turned off, until only one remained. a single spotlight shining down onto a picture of Kelly, standing in her doorway from when they were teenagers.

Opening his eyes, he finished digging a fairly deep hole. With a heavy sigh, he walked back to the car and lifted the wrapped Kelly from the backseat. He carried the corpse to the hole and softly dropped it in. Then, in silence, he began to work on covering the body with dirt. The work was slow and long as he covered his love's body with soil. Tears filled his eyes as he worked images of her lying  on the table  appearing on the back of his eyelids every time he blinked. A good time later, his toil was done and there was no more sign of the young girl.

The former assassin stared down at her grave, he once more thought of what his inner demon had said. Give in to the anger. The rage. Every part of dark side and for once he didn't want to disagree. Didn't want to fight the voice's wishes. After all, he had already, killed someone  who had nothing to do with him. He was already on the downhill slope. Already on the path of destruction.

Giving a small nod, Lucky knew that he had to give in. To let loose if he ever hoped to get the justice that Kelly deserved and the vengeance that he so desperately wanted. He closed his eyes and let the anger slowly build, dug deep for every trace of the emotion that needed to be freed. It didn't take long before the anger became rage. A vicious roar ripped its way from Lucky's lips as he smashed the shovel handle over his knee and thew the to pieces to the ground. His eyes snapped open and he stared at the ground for a brief moment before his eyes rose and set on the direction of Signet.

"I'm going to find you, Veronica. Whether you're in Signet or not. I'm going to find you and I'm going to make you squeal. By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to be begging for me to kill you."

[Chinaren]

That was an excellent chapter Mr. B, one of the best so far in this story.

[Silme]

Absolutely loving the build up to the final show down.  While reading I was hoping to see Lucky give in to his darker side.  I figure with Kelly gone; what's he got left to hold onto?  Can't wait for more violence; Lucky style.

[Thunderbird]

I agree with previous comments.  I really like it when he has these 'physical' confrontations with his 'inner' demon... makes me think he's got a serious plot twist in store at the end with that.

[Burningplain]

This is very, very cool. I love the build up. Make it an epic show down Biz old boy.

[misterbiz]

Lucky returned to Kelly's house and moved to the room that once had been his. He  took a moment to look through all of his journals and the box full of pictures before letting out a sigh and walking from the room. He walked through the entire house once, letting memories flow into his mind. After a quick tour of the house, he sat down at the computer and turned it on. A couple minutes flew by as it turned on and eventually he was greeted by Kelly's smiling face as a desktop background.

He stared at the screen for a moment before closing his eyes and letting himself become lost in a memory. Inside his mind, Lucky was placed into the middle of his high school years. He stood in the middle of his high school gym in the middle of the homecoming dance clad in a black suit, his hair slicked back as he stared across the room. The gym was decorated fairly nice for the event, all of the decorations matching the schools color scheme of crimson and gold. He sat in one of the chairs provided and stared across the room at Kelly, who was standing with her friends talking and laughing. She was dressed in a strapless dress that perfectly matched the decor of the dance. After  several moments of talking, she noticed him and gave him a small wave. He smiled and gave a small wave back.

"Okay, you coward," he said to himself as she started to talk with her friends once again. "just go over there and ask her to dance. It  really isn't that hard. I mean, she's been your friend since the fifth grade so just ask her already."

As if a sign from the universe, a slow song started as soon as he finished speaking. He sighed and started to stand but stopped himself. He couldn't do it. He was friends with her. Most days they were inseparable but at this moment, she terrified him. He knew that she'd never agree to dance with him. Even if she was his best friend.

As he resumed his comfy position on the chair, He suddenly noticed a fairly menacing figure approached the beautiful teenager. Lucky's eyes narrowed at the large jock that stood next to Kelly. Ryan. Lucky watched the jock and the girl for a moment before he realized that something was amiss. Kelly's face held an expression of pure disgust yet the steroid junkie continued to move closer to her. Acting quickly, Lucky rose and maneuvered as fast as he could through the dancing couples.

"Hey, Kelly, wanna dance?" Kelly looked at him and grinned.

"Sure, Luck. The air is kinda foul over here anyway." Kelly shoved past Ryan who let out an angry growl. She grabbed Lucky's hand and dragged him to the center of the dance floor and turning to face him. With his hands shaking, Lucky placed them upon her hips just as she  placed hers on his shoulders.

Silently they danced, just staring into each other's eyes until Kelly let out a small sigh. She looked at their feet for a brief moment before gazing back up at him. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it a moment later and let out a sigh. "Thanks, Luck," she said.

"Thanks? For what?"

"For coming over and getting me away from that sleazeball."

"Oh that? It was nothing. I like pissing him off anyway so it was a two birds and one stone deal," Lucky said with a playful grin.

Kelly let out a small chuckle and rested her  head on his chest. "Have I ever told you how much you are my hero?"

"Me? Why am I your hero? I'm not that great."

She looked back up at him. "Yeah you are. You do whatever you feel in your heart no matter what the consequences. And no matter what, you always seem to know what you're doing and always have this confidence about life."

"Well, you know how I am," he said even though inside he was busy telling himself how wrong she was.

"Yeah. I do. And also, you always seem to rescue me from any shitty situation I find myself in. You're kinda like my knight in shining armor."

Lucky gave a nod. "Well, of course I rescue you. You're my home-girl, Kell. No matter what happens, I'll always be there to ride in and save the day."

Kelly smiled at him and let go of his shoulders as the song ended. "Good to know. Come on, enough of this sappy shit. Let's get out of here. This place is dullsville."

Lucky gave a nod and together the walked out of the school and started for her house. As they walked into the night, Lucky opened his eyes and stared at the monitor. After a moment, he became active and loaded up the website of the bank he used to store his assassin's paychecks. After checking the amount in his accounts and double checking that the phone number was the one from his memory, he shut down the computer and stood up.

In the back of his mind, he could still hear the words that he had said to her all those years ago. That he would always ride in like a knight in shining armor. How he would always show up and save the day and how he had failed to fulfill his promise. A small tear came to his eye as he looked around what used to be his home. Her home.

With a sigh, he marched out of the house, not bothering to shut the door. There was no need. She wouldn't be back. Neither would he. Thieves were welcome to what they could get their hands on. Eventually the cops would arrive once someone reported her missing and they were welcome to everything else. Hopping into the car, Lucky cast one final glance at the house before driving away, prepared to do whatever necessary to track down Veronica. No matter who or what got in his way.

Biz Bit: The end is nigh...only two chapters left. just the showdown and aftermath. Get ready. Lucky's on the prowl.

[Burningplain]

Good chapter, very poiniant.

[Chinaren]

Very nicely done chapter Mr. B.   

[Silme]

Nice!  The school scene was sweet and brougt lucid images to mind.  Kind of drives home the fact that his prey is toast when he finally finds her.  Anxiously awaiting the final showdown.

[Thunderbird]

Agreed... much anticipating the finale!

[misterbiz]

Over the next few months, Lucky hunted down the woman who had wronged him. He found her fairly easy with a bit of spending and some mild interrogation of several Sprinters. Once on her tail, he spent the next few months, tracking Veronica's movements. He spent thousands of dollars following her. Keeping close on her like a lion after a gazelle. For months she continued to move from place to place, knowing that Lucky's anger would spur him to follow her. Would push him to continue chasing her no matter how long it took. Eventually she stopped moving, convinced that the former hired gun had lost her trail.

She settled down in an apartment in a small town and got a job in the local pawn shop. The work wasn't hard and it was fairly easy to remain off the grid, hidden from the man who she was quite aware wished her nothing but harm.  For several weeks, she continued to look over her shoulder. Anxious that he may be nearby, watching her. But before long she was able to stop and focused on enjoying the simple life. Deep down she hated it but knew that there was no other alternative.

Lucky bought himself a small house under an alias and proceeded to watch the blonde as she settled into her new life. Waiting for the opportune moment to strike. The absolute perfect moment to emerge from the shadows and make her pay. Finally, after watching for what seemed like forever, the perfect moment presented itself. It was a year and a half after Kelly's unfortunate death and Veronica's attempted escape from Lucky's righteous fury.

He snuck into her apartment after she left for work and set about his preparations. He found what guns she had hidden around the place and emptied them of all of their ammo.  Once finished, he proceeded to remove every  box of ammo from the house and disposed of them in the outside dumpster just as the garbage truck approached. His lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk at the small amount of luck in the timing. It was like a sign from the universe. A signal that he was meant to destroy her.

He went back into her place and sat down. He sat alone in her apartment as he waited for her to return home. Deep inside, his anger started to boil as he thought of the evil that had been committed against him a year and a half ago. The vicious attack perpetrated with the blade that he had sheathed at his side.  Of how he had been forced to extinguish the small amount of light left in his world. The hours passed quickly as he sat alone and stewed in his anger.  Hearing her footsteps outside, he rose and moved into the nearby closet. In the closet he listened as the blonde entered along with someone else. Their footsteps traveled halfway through the room and stopped  just a foot or so away from the closet.

"Nice place you have here," a male voice said.

"Why, thank you," Veronica replied. "I'm quite proud of it. Why don't you have a seat and make yourself at home while I go get ready to go."

"Alrighty," the male said. One set of footsteps moved down a small hallway and disappeared into another room while the remaining set, moved a bit across the living room and settled about another foot away from the door. Lucky waited for a brief moment before starting to open the door slowly. A young man was sitting in  the chair that he had sat in not too long before. He was dressed nice, prepared for a night out with the woman in the other room. Slowly and cautiously, he approached the young man whose attention was focused elsewhere in the room. About halfway to him, he turned his head and caught sight  of the larger Lucky. "Who the fuck?"

Lucky dashed quickly ahead quickly and quietly. His hand flew forward and wrapped his hand around the young individuals throat. He lifted him into the air before throwing him to the ground. He landed on his chest with a thud. Lucky looked in the direction of Veronica's room, making sure that  she didn't emerge from her room at that moment.  Nothing. Slowly, his gaze fell to the individual who was starting to push himself off the ground. Dropping  down, Lucky wrapped one arm around the guy's throat and the other around the back of his skull as he made it to his hands and knees. Like a boa, his arm tightened and cut off the supply of air. Weakly, the man moved an arm up trying to claw at Lucky's. The former assassin pulled the young man back so that his was just sitting on his knees.

"Nothing personal. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time, motherfucker," Lucky growled quietly in the man's ear before snapping his neck. Instantly, his body went limp, causing his killer to let go and drop him to the floor. Standing back up, Lucky moved quietly against a wall, waiting for Veronica to emerge and the real fun to begin.

Several minutes later, he heard her start to exit the room. She was humming a bit at first before starting to speak once she entered the small hallway. "So, babe, how do I..." She trailed off as she noticed the corpse on the hardwood floor.

She was dressed in a skintight, backless red dress. Her hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, barely covering up a tattoo of the number thirteen in the middle of her back. Seeing the ink ignited his rage even more. Silently he stepped forward, pulling the blade from its sheath. Once right behind her, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back as he placed the blade against her throat.

"Remember this, you degenerate whore?" Lucky snarled.

"Lucky, you found me. I was wondering if you would."

"I found you a while ago, V. I've just been watching. Waiting."

Veronica squirmed a bit but Lucky gave a small yank of her hair and she became still in his clutches once again. "Oh? You've gone all super stalker on me. I guess killing that little tramp really pissed you off, didn't it?"

Lucky growled and let go of her hair. He moved his weapon hand down and lifted the other to strike her but she was quicker. She dropped down and swung her leg at his, attempting to trip him once more.  Right before contact, he lifted a leg and stomped forcefully on her ankle. She let out a small whimper and attempted  to pull her leg back.

"Nice try, bitch," Lucky snarled as he put pressure on the ankle. A slick smile appeared on his face as he put the blade back in its sheath and stepped off of her ankle. "On your feet."

Taking a step back, the madman watched as she rose to her feet. She placed little pressure on herfoot as she stood and cautiously eyed him. The blonde took a step back and stared fearfully into his eyes.

"So what now, Luck? You just gonna beat me down? Exact your vengeance on my sorry hide or some such shit?"

Lucky simply stared at her. "No. Remember what they taught us at the agency. If you're caught in a physical confrontation, you have to be agile and flexible."

"Like you're in a ballet," Veronica stated with a nod.

"Let's dance, V."

"It'd be a pleasure," Veronica acted quickly. Her fist threw quickly threw the air and made solid contact with Lucky's jaw. The killer's head was thrown to the side as the knuckles collided with him. For a smaller individual, she packed one hell of a punch. A slight chuckle erupted from Lucky as he turned back to look at her. Veronica threw another fist but right before it made contact, Lucky's hand rose and caught the attack.

She hit the ground with a thud and a groan and wasted no time rising to her feet. Lucky dashed forward and delivered a punch to the back of her skull just as she managed to become upright.  A quick groan pushed from her lips as she staggered forward. As Lucky took a step forward to deliver another malicious attack, he was met with a bony elbow to the skull as his former lover spun around. The attack was followed up by another punch to the jaw as the large Lucky staggered back a step. Before Lucky could get his senses back, his  former flame lifted a knee into Lucky's gut.

Slowly, Veronicas arm started to wrap around his neck, preparing to finish their scuffle early. Images of Kelly suddenly flashed into his mind and caused a loud scream erupted from Lucky's core. He wrapped his arms around her midsection and charged. Together they moved fast across the room until Veronica's back hit a wall.

Lucky moved fast and stood upright to deliver a hard punch to her ribs. There was a sickening crack from one of them. Acting quick and out of pure mad animal instinct, he followed the blow up with another to the other side and grinned as he heard a similar crack fill the air. The crack was soon followed by an anguish filled moan and Lucky stepped back to examine his prey. Her flesh was starting to become pale from the sudden amount of abuse.

"That all you got, V? Last I knew, you were a persistant little cunt," Lucky said as sadistic laughter flowed from his lips. It echoed around the room and had he not been filled with so much heated fury, it would have sent chills down his spine.

Veronica delivered a furious slap in repsonse which in turn made Lucky's smile grow wider. He lifted a finger and gave it a small wag of shame before lowering it and slamming a fist into her face. She let out a brief scream as her nose crunched from the impact. The sound of the scream sent shivers down Lucky's spine. The very sound of her in agony excited him. The hairs on his arms  started to stand on end in anticipation of more.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he flashed her as wide a smile as he could get before tossing her to the ground once more, harder than he had before. He started to walk around her, eyeing her like a vulture hovering over a dying animal, as she started to push herself up weakly.

Once she made it to all fours, he stopped near the side of her leg. With a manic gleam in his eye, he withdrew his blad and dropped down, slamming it through the back of her kneecap. The blade traveled through her knee and into the floor, effectively pinning her down. A blood-curdling scream tore itself from her lips and echoed around the room. The sound of it was intoxicating. As a dozen shivers ran up his spine, he suddenly realized that she had neighbors.

Acting on psychotic instinct, he stood and moved over her. With practiced agression, he placed a sole foot on the back of her head and slammed it down into the ground, cutting off her screams of agony and torment.

Suddenly, she became still. The shock of everything silencing her. Slowly, like a predator on the prowl, he moved around her. Lucky withdrew the blade from her knee and with one foot rolled her onto her back. With open eyes she stared at the ceiling.

Lucky let go of the blade and let it clamor to the floor as he mover over top of her. As he had with Walter, he sat down on her chest and looked into her eyes. Somewhere deep in them, he could see the young girl he met back as a rookie. Back before she became mad with ambition and power. Memories flooded his mind and he leaned in. His lips met hers and he kissed her. In just a moment, she responded and returned the kiss. As the old flames kissed, Lucky's hands moved up her side and to her throat.

She paid no attention to his hands, waving it off as him merely pulling her in closer. Taking the moment to kiss her with more passion. Rekindling their love. But then the pressure began. Lucky tightened his grip on her neck as he broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. Her pale blue eyes stared into his in shock. Wondering  why he was continuing his attack. Why his hands were cutting off oxygen.

"Lucky," she choked.

"I'm sorry. Lucky's not here at the moment. In fact, he's dead. He died the instant he was forced to put a shell into Kelly. The girl he loved. I'm something much worse, sweetheart," Lucky growled.

She clawed at his hand but it did no good. She was too beaten. Took too much damage from a larger adversary. Tears filled her eyes as she continued to breathe.

"Luck," she barely managed to choke out.

"Burn in hell, you bitch," he snarled. Within several long moments, the struggling stopped. Veronica stopped moving. All life that remained in her left. As Lucky let go of her throat, he couldn't help but laugh. She had always said the only way to shut her up was to choke her out

[Silme]

Brilliant ending there Mister Biz!  I wasn't sure where you were going at first with the slow start to the chapter, but that made sense as the story progressed.  Really liked the ending;
 

I'm sorry. Lucky's not here at the moment.

[Chinaren]

   Ahh, I always like a happy ending! 

Well done Bizzy! 

[Burningplain]

Awesome chapter Mr B. Nice ending, some inspired lines.

[Thunderbird]

 
This was perfect for the mood I'm currently in.  Thank you.

I agree with Silme... the crowning brilliance of that last line Lucky delivered was oh so perfect.

[Angel]

I just caught up with several months of awesome. My sincerest apologies for not following this as closely as I'd have liked.

That seriously was a kickass ending. Go Bizzy! 

[misterbiz]

Biz Bit: Here we are folks...the end. I know you may have thought the previous chapter was the final one but nope. Had to do this one. The true ending. The final chapter you will see ever of Getting Lucky. Yet this may be the end of Getting Lucky but it certainly isn't the end of Lucky's tale.

Epilogue

Lucky spent an hour cleaning up the scene of his most recent kill. He placed the two corpses into Veronica's bed before scouring the apartment and making sure that no trace of him remained. He wiped up every spec of dirt and wiped away every print that may be attributed to him. He washed away Veronica's blood from the floor and the blade before placing the blade back in its sheath. Once his clean-up was finished, he grabbed Veronica's phone, using a tissue on his fingers to prevent leaving tell-tale fingerprints. He dialed up the police station and waited a mere moment before someone answered.

"9-1-1, what's you emergency?" the dispatcher asked.

"Yeah. I'd like to report a murder at 1511 Sparrow Avenue. Apartment 5. There's two bodies. A woman named Veronica and an unknown male. My finest kills yet," Lucky said before hanging up and wiping down the phone as a precaution. Knowing that the police would be coming quickly, he moved out of the house quickly. Running out of the apartment complex and into an alleyway. He raced quickly through town, moving along all the alleys and side streets he could. Keeping out of sight of any curious people peering out of their windows. He reached his house in no time.

With practiced speed, he grabbed all of his belongings from the house, which consisted of several duffel bags filled with cash, a few changes of clothes, some guns, and an old sleeping bag he had bought at a pawn shop. Methodically he piled everything into his car before grabbed the can of gasoline that he had stored in the nearby shed. As he poured the liquid across his quaint little home, the sound of sirens finally hit his ears. It appeared as if the town's police force was acting slower than usual.  He laughed and finished dumping gas in the house. As he exited he pulled a lighter from his pocket, lit it and flung it into the door. The liquid on the floor lit up and the house was soon starting to be engulfed in flames. An evil grin appeared on Lucky's face. The same delightfully deranged smile that came about with a successful hit and escape.

No worries entered Lucky's mind as he drove away. He had bought the house under an alias. Kelly Michaels. A name to honor to people destroyed by Veronica's evil. Two innocent individuals forced into nothingness by Lucky's own hand.. He had bought the house in cash and even provided enough money to make sure that no questions were asked. It had cost a couple of duffel bags of earnings but he had plenty to spare. Casting his eyes in the rearview, he watched as smoke filled the sky from his former dwelling. It was beautiful.

"Burn, baby, burn," Lucky said aloud before letting out a malicious laugh and speeding up. The killer drove out of town as a new idea popped into his head. An idea for a new target. The person who let the rabid bitch loose upon the world. The old cretin responsible for turning Lucky into  the monster he had now become. Abe. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel as the smile upon Lucky's face quickly turned into a snarl. The bastard was nothing but evil. Nothing but a stain upon the earth. One that needed to be washed away in a torrent of holy, justified bloodshed. "I'm coming to get you, Abe. You and every one of your foolish followers."

A small vision of imaginary violence popped into Lucky's head and the smile quickly returned. The killer stayed focused on the mental image of him butchering every agent he stumbled across in his old headquarters. Of slashing their throats and placing well aimed shots between their eyes until he reached Abe's office. Then laughing as the old man begged for mercy as his protégé beat the living hell out of him. A small amount of laughter escaped from Lucky's lips as the mental movie replayed over and over in his head. Getting more violent with each  reshowing of it.

In silence, the deranged Lucky drove. There was a Sprinter hideout not too far away, hidden in a small patch of forest. He had the location memorized from the time he had seen its location on disk and the couple of times he had seen maps with Sprinter's that fell in his search for the dead blonde. As the vehicle grew closer and closer, the mental image faded and instead the thought of how he would destroy a small group of Sprinter's that dwelled within it. He pulled up a short distance away and grabbed a gun from the trunk. He approached the small building cautiously.  Looking at the safehouse, a small warning went up in his head. Something was wrong. It was too quiet. There was no movement. Yet, he knew that this was an active hive of hiders. He had been careful in not letting too many of them know that he was on the prowl or nearby so there was no reason for it to be so still.

Instinctively, he readied his weapon and moved closer. Then he saw the reason for the deafening silence. Laying just inside the front door, his skull keeping the door open, was a young man. The front of his shirt was a sticky mess of crimson slashes. After pushing the door, open, he knelt down and felt for a pulse, even though he already knew what the result would be. With a nod, he peered down the dark hallway, further into the building. Nothing. The cautious killer rose and took a step into the steel and brick building. He flipped the light switch on the wall and in a split second, the lights turned on and the carnage the darkness hid was revealed to him. Several bodies littered the hallway, each one sporting multiple slashes  to the chest and throat.

"Well, fuck, all my fun is ruined," he stated. Carefully, he moved forward, examining each body. Whoever had slaughtered them was annoyingly efficient with a blade. He had gone through them without much difficulty. The slashes and cuts were all slightly shallow, yet just deep enough to cause substantial blood loss. Deep in the back of his mind, an idea popped up but he quickly suppressed it. It was impossible. once he moved past the hallway he was greeted by another that led to several doors. Each door was open and near each one was another small group of bodies. Each dropped with either a blade or a broken neck, as several spines appeared to be severely skewed.

"It can't be," he said as the idea popped up in his skull again. As he entered one of the doorways, a hidden staircase greeted him, a torn and bleeding body laying upon the trapdoor.. The stairs led down into a labyrinth of gun rooms, target ranges, and labs of some sort dealing with electronics and chemicals. Several bodies lay around of scientists and other armed Sprinters, all of them bleeding or broken. He pushed forward passed their armories and labs, determined to find out more about the killings. Especially if he was alone. After a long cautious walk, he stopped. He had reached a hospital bed. The bed was empty and laying next to it was a man with a dozen stab wounds decorating his torso. Upon more examination, he saw a small tuff of bright red hair caught in the corpse's clutches.

"No fucking way. It can't be. It sure as shit can't be," he growled. he looked around the bed, searching for any sign of who may have laid in it. Who could have gone through these men so easily with a dagger. He searched the entire room before looking up and seeing what he needed to. A camera perched in the corner of the ceiling. He left the room and scoured the halls until he found the security room. Frantically, he worked the controls, rewinding the bed footage for hours until he saw him. The safe house slasher. At first he couldn't believe his eyes. He was sure it was some sort of trick. That somehow the Sprinter's had manipulated this. that they were messing around with him. Tricking him into seeing what they wanted him to see. Yet he knew that what he was seeing was real.

A tall individual stood staring up at the camera. His eyes holding a wicked amount of glee. A sick, psychotic smile clinging to his face as if it were painted on. Bright red hair stood in a mess upon his scalp, part of it gone, due to a large scar on the side of his skull. It was no doubt Mr. Biz. He looked down for a moment at the bleeding corpse at his feet then back at the camera and chuckled.

"Remember what I said. Trust no one. No Agents. No Sprinters. Just you and me, Lucky. I'll see you around," Biz stated before a loud bang forced him to look away. he let out a maniacal laugh before readying his dagger and charging off-screen to the sound of screaming and shouting.. Lucky stopped the video and growled. There was more going on with the Sprinters than he realized. They weren't merely just escaped agents. They were something far more sinister. Slowly he put his weapon away and started to leave, a million thoughts racing through his head. Even though thoughts dashed through his skull like a swarm of angry hornets, one solitary thought stood out.

He had to find Mr. Biz and then with or without him, he had to stop both the Agency and the Sprinters. Or die trying.

[Chinaren]

 

Yay!  Like all TV series you leave us preparing for season 2! 

Nicely done Mr. B. 

[Burningplain]

Nice Epilogue. I look forward to seeing the next series. Well done Mr B.

[Thunderbird]

Aw... I knew 'e couldn't be dead for good!  Nice wrapup and prep for more 

[Angel]

 

That is all! 

[Silme]

    Simply wonderful ending to this chapter of Lucky 
 
While I was reading this chapter I kept thinking back to Mr. Bizs death scene and thinking, "how could he have survived."  Much like Lucky, I was thinking there's no way.  Needless to say I was surprised and delighted to see the return of our favourite psychotic killer.  Very well done on this series.
 
I'm certainly looking forward to more adventures of Lucky and all the carnage it will likley hold