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MidReal Story
Vendetta of DayRoar
Anonymous
Jul 11
Scenario:A John wick inspired revenge story with lost of action and a bad ass mercenary named DayRoar he has 2 guns and sword on his back he where's white and black armor and a helmet that covers his face as the main character told in 3rd person with lots of non stop action sequences including using his guns and sword he works for a secret mercenary group but they tried to kill him setting him up fof trap
Create my version of this story
Marcus Flynn
leader of the secret mercenary group, antagonist to DayRoar, imposing figure with a commanding presence, ruthless and tactical.
Elena Voss
former ally of DayRoar, conflicted relationship with DayRoar, sleek and cunning in appearance, strategic and agile.
DayRoar
mercenary seeking revenge, no direct relationships, white and black armored with a faceconcealing helmet, skilled with guns and swords.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I was a mercenary.
I left Elena's family in a safe spot, promising the police would help them soon.
A killer for hire.
I had no family, no friends, and no home.
The night was still thick with fog as I moved swiftly through the dark alleys, my mind set on revenge.
Every step echoed softly against the cobblestones, blending with the distant hum of the city.
I had a code, and I followed it.
I had a gun, and I used it.
The mercenary group's headquarters loomed ahead, a heavily guarded building with tall fences and watchtowers.
I had a sword, and I killed with it.
I crouched behind a dumpster, observing the sentries patrolling the perimeter.
Two guards stood near the entrance, their rifles slung casually over their shoulders.
I was DayRoar, and I was the best in the business.
I drew my silenced pistol and took aim.
And then my team betrayed me.
Two quick shots and they crumpled to the ground without a sound.
It was supposed to be an easy job.
Take out the target, get paid, go home.
I moved quickly to their positions, dragging their bodies into the shadows.
But when I got to the location, I realized something was wrong.
The entrance was now unguarded, and I slipped inside, my senses on high alert.
The target was a decoy.
Dimly lit corridors stretched out before me, lined with doors and flickering lights.
The air was stale, filled with the scent of sweat and gunpowder.
I crouched behind a crumbling wall, scanning the abandoned warehouse.
As I navigated through the maze-like hallways, I encountered more guards.
They were well-trained but no match for my lethal precision.
My heart pounded as I realized the setup.
I dispatched them one by one, using a combination of my guns and sword.
Shadows moved in the dim light, flickering like ghosts.
Blood splattered the walls as I cut down each adversary, my movements fluid and deadly.
I drew my guns, ready for a fight.
Shots rang out, echoing through the cavernous space.
Turning a corner, I came face-to-face with a group of three mercenaries.
I returned fire, taking down two assailants with precise shots.
Their bodies hit the ground with a dull thud.
They raised their weapons, but I was faster.
I moved swiftly, my boots barely making a sound on the dusty floor.
A figure lunged at me from the side, and I swung my sword in a deadly arc.
My pistol barked twice, dropping two of them instantly.
The third lunged at me with a knife; I sidestepped his attack and drove my sword through his chest.
The blade sliced through flesh and bone, and another attacker fell.
Breathing heavily, I continued deeper into the building.
The betrayal stung like a thousand needles, but I focused on survival.
There was no time for anger or confusion—only action.
The corridors grew narrower and more dimly lit, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.
Every creak of the floorboards and distant clank of metal set my nerves on edge.
Suddenly, I spotted her among the enemies—Elena Voss.
Confusion and anger surged within me like a tidal wave.
Finally, I reached a secured door at the end of a long hallway.
It was reinforced with steel and had a keypad lock.
I planted explosives around the frame and took cover behind a nearby pillar.
Why was she here?
The explosion echoed through the building, sending debris flying in all directions.
Smoke filled the air as I moved forward, my gun at the ready.
We had fought side by side in countless battles.
Now she stood against me, weapon raised.
Inside was a large room filled with computer monitors and tactical gear.
Several mercenaries were scrambling to respond to the breach.
“Elena!” I shouted over the chaos. “What are you doing?”
"He's here!" one of them shouted, raising his rifle.
She didn’t answer, her eyes cold and unyielding.
She aimed directly at my head, her finger tightening on the trigger.
I opened fire, taking down two before they could react.
The remaining mercenaries returned fire, forcing me to take cover behind an overturned table.
I dove to the side just as a bullet whizzed past where my head had been.
Bullets whizzed past me as I reloaded my pistol.
Rolling to my feet, I fired back, aiming for her weapon.
The shot hit its mark, knocking the gun from her hand.
With a quick glance around the edge of the table, I assessed their positions.
“Elena, talk to me!” I demanded, advancing towards her.
One mercenary was advancing on my left; I popped up and fired twice, dropping him instantly.
She pulled out a knife, her stance ready for combat.
“I have nothing to say to you,” she spat, lunging at me with deadly precision.
Our blades clashed in a shower of sparks.
Another tried to flank me from the right; I switched to my sword and met him head-on.
Each strike was met with equal force; each move countered perfectly.
Our blades clashed in a flurry of sparks before I disarmed him with a swift kick and finished him off with a thrust to his heart.
It was like fighting a mirror image of myself.
Only one enemy remained—a hulking brute wielding an automatic shotgun.
He fired wildly as he charged at me.
I ducked under his first volley and closed the distance between us.
“Why?” I growled through gritted teeth as our swords locked together.
With a powerful swing of my sword, I severed his arm at the elbow.
He screamed in agony before collapsing to the ground.
“Why betray me?”
Her eyes flickered with something—regret? Pain?—but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Breathing heavily and covered in blood, I surveyed the room.
“You wouldn’t understand,” she hissed, breaking away and slashing at my side.
The monitors displayed various security feeds from around the building.
One screen caught my attention—it showed a group of high-ranking mercenaries gathered in what looked like a command center.
I parried the blow and countered with a swift kick that sent her sprawling.
"This ends now," I muttered to myself as I headed towards that final confrontation.
Before I could press the advantage, more shadows emerged from the darkness.
Reinforcements.
I burst into the command center with guns blazing.
I fired off several shots, taking down two more attackers before they could reach me.
The mercenaries barely had time to react before they fell under my relentless assault.
But there were too many of them.
Blood splattered across consoles as bullets tore through flesh.
I needed to get out of there—fast.
In mere moments it was over—the room was silent except for my ragged breathing.
I stood amidst the carnage, knowing that this was just one step towards dismantling their entire operation.
“Elena!” I called out one last time as I backed towards an exit. “This isn’t over!”
But for now... this part of my mission was complete.
She got to her feet, wiping blood from her lip with a defiant glare.
And there would be no mercy for those who crossed me again.
“No,” she said softly. “It’s just beginning.”
I sidestepped Elena's attack, my sword slicing through the air with a sharp whistle.
Our blades clashed again, sparks flying in the dim light of the warehouse.
I parried her strikes with precision, pushing her back step by step.
Her eyes burned with determination, a fierce glow that matched the intensity of our duel.
She lunged at me, her knife aimed for my throat, but I caught her wrist mid-air.
With a swift twist, I forced her to drop the knife, which clattered to the ground.
I pinned her against the cold, crumbling wall, my gun aimed directly at her head.
"Why?" I demanded, my voice echoing through the empty space.
Elena's breath was ragged, her chest heaving as she struggled against my grip.
"Marcus... he promised me power," she gasped out.
My grip tightened on her wrist.
"You're a pawn," I said, my voice low and filled with anger.
Before she could respond, a burst of gunfire erupted from the shadows behind us.
I spun around, ready to face this new threat, my senses on high alert.
The muzzle flashes lit up the darkness like brief bursts of lightning.
I ducked behind a stack of wooden crates as bullets whizzed past me.
Elena took advantage of the distraction and slipped out of my grasp, disappearing into the shadows.
"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath.
Peering around the corner of the crates, I spotted three figures advancing towards me.
Their movements were coordinated and precise—professional mercenaries like myself.
I fired off several shots, taking down one of them with a well-placed bullet to the head.
The other two scattered, seeking cover behind metal beams and machinery.
The warehouse was a maze of rusted equipment and debris, providing plenty of hiding spots for both them and me.
I moved silently through the labyrinthine space, keeping low and using the shadows to my advantage.
A sudden movement caught my eye—a glint of metal reflecting in the dim light.
I turned just in time to see one of the mercenaries aiming at me from behind a stack of old tires.
Without hesitation, I fired twice.
The first shot missed but the second found its mark.
He fell to the ground with a grunt.
The last mercenary was nowhere to be seen.
I scanned the area carefully, every sense on edge.
The silence was deafening after the chaos of gunfire.
Then I heard it—a faint rustling sound coming from above.
I looked up to see him perched on a catwalk high above me.
He had a clear line of sight and was taking aim.
I dove behind an overturned workbench just as he opened fire.
Bullets ricocheted off metal surfaces around me.
I needed to take him out before he could pin me down completely.
Spotting an old ladder leading up to the catwalk, I made a dash for it.
Climbing quickly but cautiously, I reached the top just as he reloaded his weapon.
We locked eyes for a split second before I lunged at him.
We grappled fiercely on the narrow walkway.
His strength matched mine but desperation gave me an edge.
With a final push, I sent him tumbling over the railing.
He hit the ground below with a sickening thud.
Breathing heavily, I scanned the warehouse once more.
No more enemies in sight—for now at least.
But Elena was still out there somewhere—and so was Marcus.
This wasn’t over yet—not by a long shot.
As I descended back to ground level and made my way towards an exit,
a sudden explosion rocked the building,
sending debris raining down around me.
I sprinted from the warehouse as flames engulfed it.
The heat was intense, searing my skin as I ran.
Smoke billowed into the night sky, turning the air thick and acrid.
I spotted a black SUV speeding away, its tires screeching on the pavement.
Through the tinted windows, I recognized Marcus in the passenger seat.
My heart pounded with a mix of rage and determination.
Raising my gun, I aimed at the fleeing vehicle.
I fired several shots, shattering the rear window.
Glass exploded outward, but the SUV kept going, disappearing around a corner.
"Dammit!" I shouted, frustration boiling within me.
I needed intel on Marcus's next move.
There was only one person who could help me now—an old informant named Reggie.
I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, my fingers trembling with urgency.
"Reggie," I said when he answered. "I need to meet. Now."
"DayRoar?" he replied, surprise evident in his voice. "Alright, same place as always."
I hung up and made my way through the darkened streets to a dimly lit alleyway.
The city was alive with distant sirens and the hum of traffic.
Graffiti-covered walls loomed on either side, casting long shadows under flickering streetlights.
Reggie emerged from the shadows, his face partially obscured by a hood.
He handed over a dossier without a word, his eyes darting nervously around.
"Marcus's hideout," he muttered. "Be careful."
I nodded, flipping through the pages quickly.
The information was detailed—maps, security layouts, guard rotations.
It was exactly what I needed.
"Thanks," I said, slipping him a wad of cash.
Reggie disappeared back into the darkness as quickly as he had appeared.
I headed back to my safehouse, my mind focused on revenge.
Inside, I loaded my guns with methodical precision.
Each click of a magazine sliding into place echoed in the small room.
I secured my sword to my back, its weight familiar and reassuring.
Determination etched in every movement, I set off towards Marcus's hideout.
The streets were quiet now, the city sleeping under a blanket of stars.
As I approached the location marked on Reggie's map, I took in my surroundings.
The hideout was an old factory building, its windows boarded up and walls covered in grime.
A chain-link fence surrounded the perimeter, topped with barbed wire.
I crouched behind a rusted dumpster, observing the guards patrolling outside.
They moved with military precision—alert and ready for trouble.
I needed to get inside without raising an alarm.
Taking a deep breath, I waited for the right moment.
One guard passed by my hiding spot, his footsteps echoing in the stillness.
I sprang into action, grabbing him from behind and covering his mouth before he could shout.
A quick chokehold rendered him unconscious.
Dragging his body into the shadows, I took his keycard and uniform.
Disguised as one of them, I approached the entrance confidently.
Swiping the keycard at the door's reader, it beeped and unlocked with a click.
I slipped inside, moving silently through dimly lit corridors.
The interior was a maze of machinery and storage rooms.
Faint voices echoed from deeper within—Marcus's men discussing their plans.
I followed the sound cautiously until I reached a large room filled with crates and equipment.
Marcus stood at the center, surrounded by his lieutenants.
Chapter 2
I remained hidden behind a stack of crates, observing Marcus and his lieutenants.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few flickering bulbs casting long shadows across the concrete floor.
Marcus's voice carried through the space, confident and commanding.
"We'll expand our operations to the east," he said, pointing at a map spread out on a table. "The shipments will come in through the old docks."
One of his lieutenants, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, nodded in agreement.
"Security's tight there," he said. "But we can handle it."
I noted their positions carefully, my heart pounding in my chest.
Every muscle in my body was tense, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Another lieutenant, a wiry man with sharp eyes, moved closer to my hiding spot.
His gaze swept the room, and I held my breath.
"Marcus," he said, his voice low. "We need to be cautious. There's been talk of someone hunting us."
Marcus laughed, a cold and dismissive sound.
"Let them try," he sneered. "They won't get far."
The wiry lieutenant took another step towards me, his eyes narrowing as if sensing something was amiss.
I couldn't wait any longer.
With swift precision, I lunged from the shadows and grabbed him by the neck.
Before he could react, I snapped his neck with a quick twist.
The noise was faint but enough to alert Marcus and the others.
"What was that?" Marcus barked, turning towards the sound.
"Check it out!" he ordered his men.
Chaos erupted as they scrambled to investigate.
Using the confusion to my advantage, I slipped into the shadows once more.
My heart raced as I positioned myself for a surprise attack on Marcus.
He stood at the center of the room, barking orders and trying to regain control.
I crept closer, my steps silent on the cold concrete floor.
One of the lieutenants spotted me just as I was about to strike.
"Boss! Behind you!" he shouted.
Marcus spun around, his eyes widening in shock as he saw me.
"DayRoar!" he snarled, reaching for his gun.
But I was faster.
With a roar of fury, I lunged at him, knocking the gun from his hand and sending it skittering across the floor.
We grappled fiercely, each of us fighting for control.
His strength matched mine, but rage fueled my every move.
I landed a solid punch to his jaw, sending him staggering back against a crate.
Before he could recover, I drew my sword and advanced on him.
"This ends now," I growled through gritted teeth.
Marcus's eyes flickered with fear for just a moment before hardening with resolve.
He reached behind him and pulled out a hidden knife, slashing at me with wild desperation.
I parried his strikes with precision, pushing him back step by step until he was cornered against the wall.
"You're finished," I said coldly as I raised my sword for the final blow.
But before I could strike, one of his remaining lieutenants tackled me from the side, sending us both crashing to the ground.
We rolled across the floor in a tangle of limbs and fury until I managed to throw him off me with a powerful kick.
Scrambling to my feet, I saw Marcus making a run for it towards an exit door at the far end of the room.
Ignoring the pain coursing through my body from our earlier struggle,
I sprinted after him,
determined not to let him escape again.
I chased Marcus through the narrow corridors, our footsteps echoing off the grimy walls.
The air was thick with the smell of rust and oil, and the dim lights flickered ominously overhead.
Marcus glanced back, his eyes wide with panic, as he reached a locked door and fumbled with his keys.
I closed the distance between us in a heartbeat, slamming him against the wall with a force that rattled the metal panels.
"You're not getting away this time," I growled, my grip tightening on his collar.
Before I could strike, the room was suddenly flooded with light as police stormed in, their voices booming with commands.
"Freeze! Drop your weapon!" one of them shouted, his gun trained on me.
I hesitated for a split second, my mind racing.
Then, driven by sheer desperation, I fired at the officers.
Two of them went down, clutching their wounds and crying out in pain.
The chaos gave Marcus the opening he needed.
He slipped through a side door, disappearing into the shadows once more.
Ignoring the shouts and the pain in my arm from a grazing bullet, I bolted after him.
The corridor twisted and turned like a labyrinth, but I kept my focus sharp, determined to end this chase once and for all.
Blood trickled down my arm, staining my sleeve crimson, but I pushed through the pain.
I could hear Marcus's frantic footsteps ahead of me, growing louder as I closed in on him.
We burst out into an open courtyard, the moon casting an eerie glow over the scene.
Marcus stumbled over some debris, giving me just enough time to catch up and tackle him to the ground.
We rolled across the cracked pavement, grappling fiercely for control.
"Give it up, Marcus!" I shouted, pinning him down with all my strength. "It's over!"
His eyes burned with defiance as he struggled beneath me. "Never," he spat out.
With a surge of strength fueled by desperation, he managed to throw me off balance and scramble to his feet.
I lunged at him again just as he reached for a discarded pipe lying nearby.
He swung it wildly at me but missed by inches.
Seizing my chance,
I delivered a swift kick to his knee,
sending him crashing to the ground with a pained grunt.
I stood over him, breathing heavily, my gun aimed at his head.
"Where's Elena?" I demanded, my voice cold and unyielding.
Marcus coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You'll never find her," he sneered.
I pressed the barrel of the gun harder against his temple. "Tell me now, or I swear I'll end you right here."
His eyes flickered with fear, but he remained silent.
Before I could press further, the sound of sirens grew louder in the distance.
I couldn't afford to be caught here. Not now.
With a final glare at Marcus, I knocked him out with the butt of my gun and took off into the night.
I needed to find Elena before it was too late.
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The address Marcus had provided led me to a dilapidated apartment building on the outskirts of town.
The structure was crumbling, its walls covered in graffiti and windows boarded up.
The air was thick with the smell of decay and neglect.
I moved silently through the darkened halls, my senses on high alert.
Every creak of the floorboards and distant drip of water echoed ominously around me.
Reaching a door marked 3B, I paused for a moment, listening for any signs of movement inside.
Hearing nothing, I took a deep breath and kicked the door open with all my strength.
The door flew off its hinges, crashing against the wall inside.
Elena stood in the center of the room, gun in hand, her eyes wide with shock.
She fired instinctively, but I was already moving, dodging to the side as the bullet whizzed past me.
In one fluid motion, I raised my own gun and fired back, hitting her in the shoulder.
She cried out in pain, dropping her weapon and clutching her wound as she staggered back against a moldy couch.
I approached her cautiously, my gun aimed steadily at her chest. "Why did you betray me?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous.
Elena's breath came in ragged gasps as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance. "Marcus... he threatened my family," she said through gritted teeth. "I had no choice."
My eyes narrowed as I processed her words. Slowly, I lowered my gun slightly but kept it ready. The tension between us was palpable, hanging heavy in the air like a storm about to break.
"Where are they?" I asked, my voice softer but no less intense. "Your family?"
Elena winced as she shifted slightly on the couch. "He's holding them... at an old warehouse near the docks," she said. "Please... you have to help them."
I studied her for a moment longer before nodding curtly. "Alright," I said. "But if you're lying to me—"
"I'm not," she interrupted desperately. "I swear."
I took a step back, still wary but willing to give her a chance. "Stay here," I ordered. "I'll deal with Marcus and get your family back."
Elena nodded weakly, relief washing over her features despite the pain she was in.
Chapter 3
I moved quickly through the darkened streets towards the docks, my footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestones.
The night air was thick with fog, shrouding everything in a ghostly haze.
Streetlights flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls of abandoned buildings.
I kept my senses sharp, every nerve on edge as I approached the old warehouse Elena had mentioned.
The structure loomed ahead, its rusted metal exterior barely visible through the mist.
I crouched behind a stack of crates, scanning for guards.
Two men stood at the entrance, their silhouettes outlined by the dim light of a nearby lantern.
They were armed but seemed relaxed, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.
I drew my silenced pistol and took aim.
Two quick shots and they crumpled to the ground without a sound.
I moved swiftly to their positions, checking for any signs of alarm before slipping inside the warehouse.
The interior was a maze of crates and machinery, the air heavy with the smell of oil and decay.
I navigated through the narrow passages, my eyes darting around for any movement.
Every creak of the floorboards and distant clank of metal set my nerves on edge.
A faint noise caught my attention—a muffled cry coming from a room at the far end of the warehouse.
I approached cautiously, finding a heavy door locked from the outside.
With a powerful kick, I forced it open, revealing Elena's family bound and gagged inside.
Their eyes widened in fear and relief as they saw me.
"Hold still," I whispered urgently as I began untying them. "We're getting out of here."
As I freed them one by one, I heard footsteps approaching rapidly from behind.
More mercenaries stormed into the room, their guns raised and ready to fire.
I spun around, my pistol already in hand, and opened fire.
The first two went down instantly, but more kept coming.
Switching to my sword, I engaged them in brutal close combat.
The clang of metal against metal echoed through the room as I parried their strikes and countered with lethal precision.
Blood splattered across the walls and floor as I cut down enemy after enemy.
One mercenary lunged at me with a knife; I sidestepped his attack and drove my sword through his chest.
Another tried to shoot me from behind; I spun around just in time to disarm him with a swift kick before finishing him off with a bullet to the head.
The fight was relentless, each move calculated yet fueled by sheer determination.
Finally, only one enemy remained—a hulking brute wielding an axe.
He charged at me with a roar, swinging wildly.
I ducked under his first swing and slashed at his legs, bringing him to his knees.
With one final thrust of my sword, I ended his life.
Breathing heavily and covered in blood, I turned back to Elena's family.
"Let's go," I said urgently. "We need to move now."
They nodded shakily but followed my lead as we made our way out of the warehouse.
The night air hit us like a cold slap as we emerged into the open.
We hurried down the street, the fog still thick around us, muffling our footsteps.
Elena's family clung to each other, their faces pale and eyes wide with fear.
I kept my senses sharp, scanning for any sign of danger.
We were almost at the end of the block when a familiar figure stepped out from the shadows.
Marcus stood there, his twisted grin illuminated by a flickering streetlight.
"Going somewhere?" he sneered, raising his gun.
Before I could react, he fired.
The shot echoed through the night, and Elena crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath her.
"No!" I roared, my rage exploding like a volcano.
I lunged at Marcus, my movements fueled by fury and grief.
With a swift strike, I knocked the gun from his hand and sent it skittering across the pavement.
He swung at me with his fists, but I blocked his blows and countered with a punch to his jaw.
We grappled fiercely, our bodies colliding with brutal force.
My fist connected with his ribs, eliciting a grunt of pain from him.
He retaliated with a knee to my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
But I didn't back down.
I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against a nearby wall.
"You'll pay for this," I growled through gritted teeth.
Marcus spat blood onto the ground and laughed. "You're too late," he taunted. "She's already dead."
His words only fueled my anger further.
I threw him to the ground and pinned him there, my sword drawn and pressed against his throat.
"Any last words?" I demanded, my voice cold as ice.
Marcus's eyes gleamed with defiance. "You'll never stop us," he hissed. "The mercenaries will hunt you down."
I didn't give him a chance to say more.
With a swift thrust of my sword, I silenced him forever.
Breathing heavily, I stood up and looked at Elena's lifeless body lying on the cold pavement.
Grief and anger churned within me like a storm.
I clenched my fists, vowing silently that this would not be in vain.
Turning to Elena's family, who were huddled together in shock, I spoke firmly. "Stay close to me. We're not done yet."
They nodded numbly, trusting me to lead them to safety.
We moved quickly through the fog-shrouded streets, every shadow seeming like a potential threat.
As we reached a safer part of town, I knew what had to be done next.
The mercenary group responsible for this needed to be dismantled once and for all.
And it would start with their headquarters.
"We're going to end this," I said quietly but resolutely. "For Elena."
