Trail of the Dead

Chapter 2

My eyes jerked open, my body rolling over, fighting for breath. The cloud of confusion and weight of grief pulled me down, but the morning traffic and loud horns fighting for a more distinct voice grounded me. Sinking back into my bed, I stared into a void; I used to wake up drowning in my tears, but that was a long time ago. I heaved my body up and out of bed, facing a wall completely layered with different papers and bits of red string snaking its way around, all collecting around a red paper decorated with a question mark. Eyes fixed on the sheet, my hand trailed towards my new pistol picking it up and weighing it in my hand, "not long now" I assured myself.

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Light was barely visible under the inky sky, humidity evoking the sticky feeling at the back of everyone's throats. The days had been long and hard but today I was ready to be one step closer to finding him. The leather outfit suffocated my body, my hood engulfing my head in darkness and my mask concealing the scar across my cheek. Mounting my bike, I felt the sense of necessity that drove me stronger than ever. My leg automatically kicked of, my hand twisting the accelerator and my eyes hungry the same thought circling my brain, "they will pay".

The wind rushed through my hair like the adrenaline coursing through my veins that didn't cease or falter even when I stood in front of the doors to the night club. I burst in feeling eyes turn my way and hushed whispers littered around the crowd. My eyes scanned my audience looking for the one person that mattered. He was slouched into a corner, surrounded by drinks and women but surprisingly sober. I watched his repulsive smirk and hands lingering in treacherous places; my skin burst into flames and I felt the wave of anger wash over me as I strode towards his territory. Two well-built men, probably his security, dressed in completely black clothing turned their heads to me but my movements didn't cease. As the space between us closed, I watched his eyes slowly glancing up to meet mine. Confusion, ignorance, frustration flashed before his eyes. My hand clutched the pistol, feeling as I became one with it.

"Get up." I pointed the weapon at his revolting head.

"Your going to shoot me?" He was calm and underestimating me which only fueled the fire in me. I raised the gun shooting the guards who had advanced towards me, my eyes not leaving him once. Screams engulfed the club, people pushed their way out, the drunk ones falling over and the sober ones trampling over them. Dismay and uncertainty now clouded his sight, without hesitation he snapped out of his relaxed demeanor, slouching over.

"I'll give you anything. What do you want? Money, drugs? You got it." He emptied his wallet and took off his thick gold chain hidden behind his shirt. I slid my arm over the table letting the contents fall to the floor.

"Transfer your entire bank account to this number" I presented him with a paper with an account number; quickly pulling out his phone, he dialed a number hurriedly gushing the details and yelling for haste.

"Tell me where to find Mike" Shock touched his face for half a second before the fear and panic returned.

"I don't know who your talking about." He answered in monotone. My lip twitched and in a sudden move the pistol fired at his leg. A bloodcurdling screech sounded from his mouth as he clutched his leg squeezing his eyes shut.

"Where is he?" My voice came out calm but pure venom laced the sound.

"Please... I-" he begged and wept, but I let impatience take control and fired at his other leg watching as he let out another screech.

"420 BARKLANE! THE WAREHOUSES WE USE THEM AS DRUG STORAGES" He yelled speaking only through the sound of his screams. I hadn't expected him to know but it only benefitted me so I fired right between his eyes, putting his miserable life to an end. My eyes hovered over the limp bodies, thinking about my next move but the sirens and lights streamed through the windows signaling my departure; pulling my hood further down, I exited through the back door. One step closer. 

Hello people!

How is everyone? Sorry this one was a bit of a delay since back to school has me a bit tight on time but I'm getting into the flow of things. I don't expect the next chapter to be up until the end of next week probably even into the weekend.

What do you think of this chapter then? Our protagonist has definitely broken the family tradition of heroism. 

Till the next time...