"Anton!" Gabriel cried. "I swear I've come to kill you!" Gabriel's blood was boiling as he busted through yet another door. Whoever these guards were, seemed to fear him. He could see the terror in their eyes. They kept shooting at him, but the bullet holes seemed to heal upon impact. However, every time one pierced his flesh, he would roar in anger over the sharp annoying pain. Apparently when the guards realized that their guns had little to no effect on him, they would run away in fear. Cowards! He thought. With what little patience he had left, he grabbed one of the guards by the neck. As his anger continued to surge, he slammed the guard against the wall. Gabriel stared down the man with whom he held in his grasp. For a person who was trained to be in the mafia, this o

