The shooter (story/pic)

        
        A true vigilante.  Jesse had armed himself when his little brother was killed in a drive-by.  Since then, he had been secretly hunting down those responsible.  Every week, another gang-banger was found dead in a pool of blood with a single bullet hole to his head.
        They never suspected Jesse.  They blamed a rival gang and kept retaliating against them.  After several long months, the leader of the rival gang caught on to Jesse and decided to try to recruit him.
        They took Jesse to one of their secret arsenals.   A dark old apartment, filled with boxes and weapons caches.  When Jesse refused to join them, they turned violent.  Jesse quickly killed two with a single bullet.  He grabbed a third one when the others opened fire and use him as a shield.  Jesse could feel the man's body shake and thud as his captive was filled with lead.
       Jesse dropped the man and dove behind a sofa.  A couple more shots took down another thug.  The gang leader grabbed a nearby uzi and opened it up on the couch, which was torn to shreds by the time the last bullet left the chamber.
        Luckily for Jesse, he had already crawled elsewhere. The several body guard of the gang leader spread out to search the labrynth of boxes in the apartment.  As they searched through the maze in the apartment, Jesse was able to take a few more out one-at-a-time.  He snuck up behind one and snapped his neck before he could even cry out. 
        A couple more met their fate with a blade Jesse had picked up from an open box.  The first one got a quick pounding in his chest when Jesse snuck up behind him.  The other got it straight in the throat when he yelled after spotting Jesse.
        Before Jesse could hide again amongst the boxes, a gangsta with a crossbow fired a bolt into Jesse's upper abs.  Jesse bent forward, dropping his gun and grasping and the arrow that had pierced him deep into his torso.  A second shot hit him in the upper left pectoral.  
        Jesse fell backwards against the wall.  He sat there, his bare chest panting from the adrenaline rush, coupled by the pain.  Within seconds, the gang leader was there, standing over Jesse.  Jesse could feel the grip of a handgun in the shadows by his hand.
        He quickly snatched it up and pointed it at the head of the gangleader, when a third arrow from the crossbow nailed him with a heavy thud in the center of his chest.  This stunned Jesse who felt the breath knocked out of him.  

        The arrow quivered with the stuttering of Jesse's heart.  His world darkened and he dropped the gun without getting out the final shot.