Deadshot

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Pure darkness.

That's all he can see as of now. His sight is useless, while his other senses are usable.

'Who the hell am I?' He thought as he tries to move his arm. His mind is trying to compute with the information he's receiving. Instead of having a headache with doing so much work, his mind solved it with little aching.

But that wasn't the weirdest thing; no, the most mysterious thing is his senses.

They are far superior, to the point he can make out the environment without his sight.

'A building, most likely an apartment complex at the top floor, or somewhere near the top. I believe I am in the living room, on the couch with someone else here.' He thought as he grabs the thing that is blocking his vision.

He didn't need it at all, but it would be nice to see at least.

The moment he did so, light invaded his eyes as the world shined to unknown levels. He blinks and quickly adapting to the change in light.

Just as he assumed, he is in a living room. The couch is comfortable, and the carpet kept the person warm along with the furniture.

He turns to his left to see the outside world through a window. It is dark, the full moon shining brightly, as it illuminated the room. And it is high up as he can see the birds flying past, just as he analyzed.

'Wait a minute.' He thought, looking down at his hand, the sudden realization of his thoughts. 'How the hell am I doing that?' He ponders as he searches through his memories, looking for an-

"̷̡͉̭͚̘̙̱͖̔̋I̵̻̝͇͇̙̓̀́͛̓́͛ ̵̺͉͙͈̈́͗̃̀͗a̵̛̫̜̜͑̀͑̋͒͘̚m̷̼̭͔̞͚̽̾́̀̀ ̴̫̥̠͗n̴͚͔̙̣͍͗̑͌ọ̷̧̳͓̏̆ͅt̴̩͎͇̠̮̞̰̹̆́̔̒͋̄̈́̆ ̷͖̲̠̈́a̸̢̜͈͍̔̏͋̐̑ ̷̪̝̃̋́͑̐͋͆͒͜͠h̷̛̰̭͎͍̙̖̉́̃̍̾̑͜͝ȩ̴͙̰̟̜͌̓̔͘͝r̴̹͔̟͙̥̥͓̾̃̾͒͊̉̋̓̕͜ö̷̡̪͔̖̣̟̹̜̬́̀̈́͒̍̅͘͠͠,̵̧̼̌͌ ̴̨̛̺̙̹̩͓̅̊́ṋ̵̻͓͍̘̹̟̖̤͛̎̇̅̚o̵͍̮̲͓̭̰̒͌́t̴̛̥͍̒͒͑̋́͊͠ ̵̡̺͙̫̲̲̰̩͎̒a̷͉̭̝̘̝̻̹͝ ̵̮̺͉̬̅̿̈̕͝v̶̫̻̙̽̄̌̇̚͠i̴̡̧̗͓̮̍͌l̶̬̤͈̞͍̘̞̮̼̀ļ̸͈͎͇͈̍̿̒͜a̴̟̪̯̪̹͕̟͎͐̇̅̍̌̔͝ͅí̵͕͖͍̗̗̒̐͐̔̅͠n̵̡͍͍͊͠.̴̣͖͓̼͐ ̷̠͆͋̍͗I̷̥͒́̇̄͐͒̽̍̎'̵͍͚̥͋̈́̿̒̄́́͝m̵̬̤͓̼̪̖̗̘̟̈́͂͛̉ ̶͍̫̙̘̔͛̀̂̌́̇̐̕͜j̶̭̜͚͕͇͎̫͎͋́́͗̃͋͗̿̕u̶̦̣̼̲̫͍̝͕͕̿̾͛s̷̢̪̝̝̟̠̦̓t̴͚̞̼̤̗̐̽̈́͊̀̑̋͌ ̴̘̭͌̍̅̽͊͘a̵͖͉͓̰̓̓̿̈̇͜ ̷͚͔̮̳͎̤̽̽́̄̈͌̕v̷̢̰̝̄̿͑̉̿̊̒í̷̜̫͇͍̩͇͉̩̑̌͆͋g̵̙͍̀̏̿͑̓͠i̴̮͉̻̜̥̪̺̒l̶̛̗̰͎̫̆̍̀̿̇a̶̰̮̻̣̲̺͍͔̓͛n̸̡̈́͌̕t̴͚͉̱͖̔͝͝ͅë̸͇̗̒̾̈́̆͝͝͝ͅ.̶̘̲̘͕͌͗̑̂̾̂͆̕"̸͙̻́.̴̰̜̣͛͒̀́͠͝

"AHHHH!" He shouted out as he gripped his head, feeling a knife stabbing into his head repeatedly with no mercy. He spun around as he tries to figure out the corrupted voice in his he-

"̸̺̩͉̪̠͕͛͗T̵̤̥͑́̽̅̚h̸̡̛̛̼̽̈́̍͋̋͜ị̸̲̙͐̚s̶̤̗͉̔̀͒̈́̓̇͂ ̴̧͎͚͐́̓͆̿w̴̨̌͋̍̒͘̕o̷̺̅̉̎̍ṙ̶͓͍̃̔͌̕͠l̴̥͕͋ͅd̴̢͈̽́̇̀̆̇ ̴͙̻̖̞̝̂̏̈́͊i̶̛̦͔̺̦͕̫̅̉̅̎̍̆s̵͉͇̊ ̷̢̲̂ć̸̡̤͍̞̗͎͓̐̌ô̴̜̮̹̩̟̗ȓ̴̻̝̜̬̦͒͗r̷̛͖̠̈́͑̈u̶̼͔̰̳̳̳̗̎̔͑p̶̤̳̪̾͗̈́t̵͎͇̟͔̊̉͒̂̌̅̄ẹ̷̬̝̻̬͚͓̔̀̄̾̕ḑ̴̼̈̽͌̕͘ͅ ̵̧̥͐́͐͘̚ẅ̷̹͔͕͘ḯ̴̧̳̘̦͍̠͜͠t̶̳̼͕̟̬͉̆̄̀͂͊ẖ̶̦̯̼̝͋̀̔͑̕͜͝ ̴̮̱̰͙͒͐̃͝f̴̺̟̬̝̗̑͑͌͗̓a̵̖̙̼̓̆͑͜k̵̠͕̻͒̾e̷̝̽s̴̡̰̭̰̦̣̑̽ ̷̙̣̭̾̓͗̓̆͠ṱ̶̫̦̫̟͊̃̔́̽̔ͅh̸̰̥̟͋̽̓̂ȁ̶̜͚̰̘̰̰̱̈̈́ṱ̴̨̢̲̬̮̞̄̑ ̵̧͈͂͠ď̵͚̈́̌̅a̸̯̥̼̯̭̘̍͂̇̄̅͋̕ŕ̸̨͎̻̪͉̝̰͒̿̆͠é̶̠̙̻̥̹͐͂̒́͊͠ ̵̯̭̄̕͝t̴͕̫̯̐͑̍͐̅̿͘ͅö̷͓̰͚̞́̈́͂̀̀̽ ̴͉̋̐c̷̳̗̟̰̘̖̘̄̐͛̅̽̽̍a̸̯̤̎l̵͈̥̣̾̍l̴̜͔̮̯̫̤̖̈́̀̓ ̴̖͇̐́̈́͛̿̈t̶̢̤̻̤̪̺̪̓̐̕h̴̰̟͓͕̬́͐͆̆̇̍̕͜e̴̮̰͍̳̞̖͋̃m̷̜͖͔̅̎̏̊͝s̶̪͓̣͙̾̆̓͛e̵̲̿̀͋͐̿͝͝ḻ̷̮̟̺̝͔̬̀̿̎͗͒̕v̶͎̥̣̂̊͆̽̀̋͗e̸͕̪̻̖̙̼͋̓s̵͕̤͛͆̇̀̎̏͜ ̷͎̳̄͐̚͘͝ͅ'̶̛̠̱͈̪̮͐͒͝Ḩ̶̝̰̿̏́͂̊͗͘ͅé̵̢̛̘̙̪̙̪̱̽͆̾̑̚r̸̡̢͓̖͙̋͊̓́õ̶̡͍̼̖̦̖̀̓̐̈́͛͠ḛ̷̦̍̍͛͋̆̑s̷͇̲̠̏'̵͈̣̹͙͖̺̈́̄!̴̢̯̗̔̾̊͒̃͂͝ ̷̰̱͑̇̃̓̿Ï̷̢̨̙͚̲͜ͅ ̸̨͎͔̯̇͐̿̑͗̚n̵̺̪̖̜̆͑̈ḙ̷̢̨͎̬̱̤̒͌́ȩ̷̫͇͔͆d̵̜͊ ̸̛͖̞͐̈͛̓̑t̴̛̯̰̰̺͎͉͈o̵̢̹̦̻̥̩̿̈̕ ̶̨͗́̑͘͝p̶̜͕̹͉̘̂̓̋̂̀̅u̶͈̱͓͙̮̇̐̒̉͋͘̕ŕ̶̢̨̘͚̱̮̦̍͊̀̿̽̇g̶̬̩̈́̐̑̇̑̕è̵̩̇̕ ̴̡̣̭̟͐͊͒ț̶̮̃͂͊̀̀͛͆h̶̭̟̝̞̖̪̮͌͝ẹ̷͉̜͇̲̔̈́̓͛͝͝ḿ̷̨̢̙̣̰̺̓̕ ̷̨̰̥̘͈͐͛͠ô̷͖͎ú̵̩̺̣̪͇̬t̵̖̬͉͓̃̆ ̴̧̡̩̭̳͕̺̑̑̋̌͆͗̔ȱ̷̺̳̫̓͑̑f̴̘̈́ ̵̧̝̠̃͝͠t̷̜͎̱̟̹̦̃̈h̶͍̼̊̑̾̄̇̕ͅi̶̞̖͔̼̦̞̰̒͗̾̍̾s̸̡̡̳̬̦͊ ̵̛̯͓̤͈̖͖̐̑̕w̵͔̗̮̭̅̿̕ő̵̢͓̩̹̠̟̮͌͒̄ŗ̶̲̦͒̂̑́̀͝l̷̢̤̲͎̊̈d̷͓̟̤̬̬̠̟̍̃̔͘!̴͙̠̖̮̝̟̓͊"̷̦̹͔̜̹̃ ̵͍̖̝̤́́̊̌́͜͝ͅÁ̶̛̞̗͖́͗̿̕͝ ̸̢̛̙̼̀̋͂̈̌͠ẗ̴̠͙͍̻̙ͅa̴͉̋͒̏̿̇͗̚l̶̪̂͆͋̋̐̅̃l̸̛͕͖̰̮̯͈̈́̀̀̀͝ ̷̯͍̠̝͈̳͖͑̅̃́m̵̰̘̃̽̓̑a̷̢͕͆͌́͊͊̉͘n̵͇̙̞̍̄͋́͆́̾ ̵͔͚͊̆̋̐̎w̸̡̺̮͙͈̲̻̑̀̌̄̈́e̸̢̜͇̞̱̪͓͋̕͝a̵̳͎͋͒́̓̇͝͝r̴̥͉̖̤̬͐͌̽͊̓̉ì̷͇̩̃n̸̢̢̘͉̘͊̇͆̄g̵̹͕͙̤̤̈́͒ ̶͓̘̣̥̂͂̎̽m̵̟̄̓̆a̶͖͖͓͆̈́̄̉̂̚ṅ̴̡̢̳̫͖̣̣̇̎̒͠y̵̞͎̗͖̍̀̉ ̵̡̡̨̱̼̠̥̃͛͐͐ẉ̵̣̗̠́̆̓̋̚͜e̸̡̛̜̭̹͎̗̽̓̂̔̒͘ą̸̧̡̳̻̈͒̎p̴̨̘͉̯̜͊͜ơ̷̧̡̠͍̣͎͌͆̀̄̄̀n̶̥̺̼̻͓̜̒̇̈͋̾̀s̶̱̮̝͇̝̳̅ ̶̜̹̣̻͗͌̿̚s̸̨̻̦̠̙̊̄̇̀h̵̥̲̖͓̏̾̔͝o̴̼͎͒̈́u̸̳̯̣͗͝t̵͕͇̐̒ȩ̷̛̳̖̩̭̗̍d̷̡̠̬͇͒̈́͜ ̵̧͔̈́͋̊͐̓̿͐ã̶͔̦̜̮͔̃ş̶͕̯͚͖̀́̌ͅ ̵͖̬̫̦̒̿̏̂̉͌a̴̡̘̎͝ ̷͈̑̏̿̔͛h̶̛̛̟̠̋̈́͗̈́̓à̵̯͈̃̀͑̄̄n̸̡̖̫͕̱̽̿̿̌̎̔d̶̡͙͇̭̥̆͂̃̌͘ ̵̤̮̯̻͓̋̎͊̊̕ẹ̶̟͊̈́̃͌̀̽͘m̶̪̥̱̫̜͑͜ȇ̶͙̤͉̈́r̷̤̄̅g̸̡̧̖̫̻̪̟̈́́̈́͝è̵͙̣̪͐s̶̨̧̼͖͉̈,̶̭͇̱͂ ̷̭̋̆͝p̵̙͔̈́̊͐͘ő̵̙̥͙̘́̿̐i̸̟̱̓n̴̡̥̦͙̒̆̃t̴͙͍̼̗͍͍̾̈͌̑͝ȋ̶͎̞̾n̶̠̲͐̾̕͜ğ̵̤̱̱̹̞̺̯̑͋͝ ̵̮̣͉̪͎̻̒̉̓̀̈̆ä̷̟̣͓̼̳̘̆t̵̘͗ ̷͔̳͎͎̮͙̾̓̄͆̈̚͘t̴̛͕̠̠͛̄̐̌͘͝h̴͇̝̟̪̰̲̓͛́͒͘e̸̡̜̠̟̥̼̾̇̂̚̚ ̷̭͙̗̬͇̐͂̔ͅṣ̸͓͕̥̊̓̀̄͌h̶̥̍̅͋̒̑̈́̿͜ͅǫ̸̛́̉́̈́͠ü̵͈̼̇͂̂̓̄t̸̢̹̘̗̿̈́́ẻ̴̢̢͉̪̟̆́͛̃͜r̶̥̭̜̪̎̔̈́̌͝.̴̗̌̂̃̎͑͝