🩸Breaking Evil🩸

🩸Blood stained morals♟

I fiddle with the gun in my pocket for a bit. I rest my index finger on the trigger—not pulling it but applying just enough pressure that if I were to pull it back even the slightest bit, a bullet would fly through my leg.

My red eyes scan the club in front of me. Girls are twirling on metal poles, their faces decorated with glitter and powders, their minds tainted with the requirements of this job.

A voguish bartender is serving drinks to the rest of my squad, a red-head who acts far too much like a surfer dude to be a killer but alas here we are. A blond boy with a lightning bolt imprinted on his bangs, who is looks like he couldn't hurt a fly but has hurt more people then any fly could. A pink-haired girl, a tattoo of a grenade is displayed on her chocolate brown skin. Another guy, his black hair blends in with the stereotypical black fedora most mafia members are presumed to wear.

We're known as the "Crimson Bullets" because we have never missed a shot, thus, all the bullets we use will be stained red, with blood.

Today we are on a mission to capture a guy who kidnapped a kid a few months ago, why do we care? Well the kid is the son of our rival, Endeavor. We want to see if he'll join us, that way we have leverage against the flaming trash. He's known for selling drugs and human trafficking.

I turn my head towards the other side of the bar, I see a shadowy figure walk across an open door. I wonder who that could've been...maybe just someone who realized they had to leave. But they were holding a knife...hm I should check this out.

I stand up, releasing my grip on my pistol and chase after this mystery person. Passing through the door and taking a sharp right I follow the hallway until I make it to a room.

Pressing my ear against the door I hear a few screams and then a deep voice says,

"Shut up slut you asked for this."

My eyes widen, who are they talking to? I grab my weapon and force the door open.

Pointing it at an older man with a knife, the same one I saw being held by the shadow. The knife was bloody and was pointed at another person in the room.

My jaw drops a little bit, it's a young boy, no older then 20, he has two different colored eyes, one blue one grey. His hair is peppermint colored but it looks natural, maybe it is. His left eye is encircled by a red mark, I can tell it's a burn. His body is covered in scars, bruises, burns, and he has blood running down his arms. His porcelain skin drenched in tears. I feel my heart break a little bit, how can someone be so cruel to the point where they'd inflict this much pain upon another person?

I shoot the guy in the head and rush to the candy cane beauty who has backed away into a corner.

I kneel down, lifting his head up by his chin.

"Hey...what's your name love?" I use a gentle tone, I don't want to risk scaring him.

"...S-Shoto" He replies in a soft voice, but it doesn't sound forced.

I gasp, this is the one. He's the one we were looking for. But I can't bring myself to hold him hostage like we intended. So instead, I pick him up bridal style and walk towards my Rolls Royce.

I put him in the back seat, handing him a bottle of water and a bag of pretzels. I rub his head a bit.

"Stay here ok? I'm gonna tell my friends I'm leaving." He nods slowly and opens the water bottle.

I smile and close the door, locking it in case someone tries to kidnap him again.