Warning! Double Trouble Ahead

Chapter 21: Rough Times

He stood his ground, the gun in his hand cocked and steady although his eyes shifted around frequently. His breaths struggled to stay even as his mind raced with thoughts. It was only a matter of time before the psycho showed himself again and he was determined to be ready.

He had no idea skipping on one payment would put his life at risk, but he'd be damned if he got killed because of it. His life may be going downhill but he still wanted to live it. He had people he needed to care for.

He turned towards the door quickly, the man standing there with a knife in his hand and a smile on his face. There was no ill intent in it and that was the reason he had called him a psycho. He had never seen such a genuine smile, no matter how sad. "Get the fuck away from me!" His voice carried throughout the empty room, the walls only amplifying his tone.

Fachan just tightened his grip on his knife, taking a step closer. "Look man, just make this easier for the both of us, okay? I won't even make it painful." He continued forward, his words tired and his movements slow.

He knew that if the man were to shoot, he wouldn't have the energy to move out of the way, but at the same time he couldn't afford to get shot. The closest person that could help him wanted nothing to do with him and if he waited until he got to his base, he would have lost too much blood. Ciksura sure to not care whether or not he died.

The man pulled the trigger and Fachan barley moved in time, his knife flying through the air soon after to cut the man's shooting hand. He walked faster and took the knife from his left thigh so he could put it to the man's throat. They had a stare off for a short moment before the knife was going through his rib cage, the sound no longer as satisfying to the taller.

He waited for the man's life to leave before taking it out, his body slumping further against the dreaded man. He placed his body against the far wall and made him sit up, whispering a small prayer and apology.

Fachan stepped back and looked at what he had done, the smile he forever wore small while he walked away from the scene.

Ever since that day a month ago he hasn't had the joy of killing others like he used to. Somedays it felt like a chore while others it felt like actual work. The only reason he did it was to get his mind off the one person he wanted to talk to and sometimes it didn't even work.

He walked to the car and silently sat next to Ciksura, the male not interested in asking for details as he drove off, the music high. The blood he had acquired disturbed his brother some but both knew the rules of the car, so he wasn't worried about having to injure his copycat once more.

Neither man had discussed what had happened on that day that felt as though it had just passed. They both knew how it went and therefore knew there was no point in trying to explain themselves, no matter how tempting it was.

It had happened with their friends many times before, only this time it hurt worse. Neither twin wanted to admit just how attached they had gotten to him and neither discussed the consequences of it. It was bound to happen one day and they figured it was better to get it over sooner.

Although, they felt that it would have went slightly better had they done it on their time.

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Enzo sat at his desk with a light smile. His coffee rested off to the side and paperwork filled the other. He had decided to work on emails first before doing office jobs, knowing they were easier to get through. He hadn't had the energy to go up and down floors for the past month, and doubted he would get it anytime soon.

He already had to deal with his friend bombarding him with proposals of moving or getting extra security, he didn't want to deal with physical work as well. Maybe if his building had only five places to go, but fifteen was not looking good.