Gunslinger
Gunslinger
Enter a world where the planet known as Earth is divided into two separate worlds. You see, this second world is hidden. It is completely unknown to the human race... well, those that are normal. There exists a race of humans in this hidden unknown world who have a gift. A type of gift which allows them to perform anything imaginative... in the dictionary, they are given the term magic. Which in this case is the gift these people are granted with, allowed to live using this gift, born with the gift... the gift of magic... however; this force has both the good and the bad.
And when used for evil intentions, causes pain, suffering... this force can easily grant life as well as claim it. And also, these people who have the gift often find themselves superior to the humans who can not use it. Thus, leads to bigotry to those of the "lesser status" or the mundane, people who many of these believers think should not exist. In this world, criminals, terrorists, and corruption exists just as well as the other world, and also existing in this world are creatures, various creatures of legend and myth, that have true form in this world where in the other world are considered fictional belief, legend, or silly superstition...
Some of you may think I am just talking bullshit, but I know for a fact that this world exists... I am one of them. My name is Harry Potter, and I am a Gunslinger. Who, or what, is a Gunslinger, you ask? Heh... We are trained warriors that hunt down the injustice in the world... both the muggle world, and the wizarding world... From bodyguard, to bounty hunter, a Gunslinger does the job he or she is/are required to accomplish. We hunt down or guard against those who cause injustice, whether human, or in some cases, demonic creatures.
Rapid footfalls rush down this dark alley, as someone was running for his life. Behind him, catching up but at a calmer pace, was another figure. This hunter was hunting the bounty, one which this man soon found himself in: trapped. He turned around, fear in his eyes. Before him was the hunter, lifting up a gleaming silver pistol barely illuminated by the crescent moon of this particularly cloudy night. In the darkness of downtown London, a horrified scream sounds the air, before the bang of a gunshot silences all. The last thing the killed target saw were eyes that glowed like emeralds.
My name is Harry Potter. A Gunslinger is what I do for a living, what I have been doing ever since that day I was found and saved... from the injustice...
The shell casing fell to the ground, and shatters like glass, as the body slowly slumped, blood slowly dripping from the hole made between the eyes of the victim. He turned around, as he pockets the weapon away. However, a soft gurgle echoed, before slowly, the body began to tear apart, flesh ripping as something exploded from him. The demon which had held its form within the now shredded flesh of a human screams as it races towards him. The green-eyed Gunslinger spun around on a heel, and fires...