Dharmanta || DNF || DREAMNOTFOUND

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"your smart, but I do guess you got that from me" clay spat and turned to look out the window, seeing techno with a dozen swat men behind him, there were little strands of pink hair leaking from his bun, with a busted lip that just made clay all the more angry.

"and yet you didn't see this coming?" jarreds slick smile was spinning with joy, but the next step that clay had planned would shock everyone in the room.

"your right jarred, I didn't see this coming. but you want to know what else I didn't see coming?" clay was mocking the same tone that jarred had used earlier, making it all the more aggravating for the police and jarred himself.

jarred didn't even reply, he just gritted his teeth and stared at the blonde.

"I didn't see you coming to me for help after you lit the police station on fire. how many deaths was it? twelve?" clay smirked and turned around to see zak staring at him in shock, they never knew how jarred got into the mafia and that's how. he came to clay for help.

everyone felt the rooms mood change, and within moments all the guns were pointed at jarred. because clay wasn't a cop killer, he didn't kill these men's best friends, family.

"now if you dont mind" clay fixed his vest and walked closer towards jarred, now being only a foot away from him.

"I have someone to get out of a police car" clay smiled and walked towards the door, noticing how jarred was now turned around with his hands up towards the cops.

clay spun around last minute and threw a ring dagger from his wrist, it cutting directly through the back of jarreds neck, revealing the tip through the other end.

all the cops jaws dropped, but zak ripped the blade from jarreds neck as he passed, jarred falling to his knees, and then onto the floor with his hands on his neck.

clay stormed from the front door which only caused every single police man, federal agent, swat member, all to turn to him with a gun pointed at him.

he froze, feeling zak come up behind him.

with the blade behind handed back to him, clay pulled a rag from his pocket and wiped the blade off, completely ignoring every single gun in his face, once the blade was semi clean, it was slid back into the holster that rested on his wrist.

he slowly gazed around on the police cars until he saw one that had an over amount of officers around it, immediately knowing that's the one techno was in.

"go find sap" clays words left his mouth and zak parted, because clay knew that every single officer just wanted him.

he began to walk forward, his hands at his sides as the police officers started yelling, but no one dared to pull the trigger. the blondes body was now yards away from the police car and the only men left in his way were federal agents, the ones who dealt with dangerous people like him more often. but he saw how they were still scared.

"if you were going to shoot me. you would have by now" clay started walking again and they accepted their feat, knowing that he was right. they weren't going to shoot him.

clay ripped the door open to reveal a pink haired man sitting there laughing, already free from the cuffs and a taser in his hand from who knows where.

"stop fucking laughing" clay shook his head and walked through the same path he came in, hearing techno close behind him, still laughing and clay knew he was giving looks to the cops. it was the type of person he was to rub this in.

clay looked through the crowd and saw one particular swat member holding a painfully familiar guitar case, and then the man next to him holding the weapon.

he stepped forward and the men handed him the case and gun quickly, not wanting anything to do with this scary mafia leader.

techno finally calmed down after being handed the case and started looking around, seeing how truly terrified these men were, there where at least a hundred guns pointed at them but it was the fear that made techno nervous. it was almost like clay had done something, proved something, that the blonde was hiding.

but then techno looked to his right and saw EMT's rushing inside, but they froze, staring at the floor with an expression techno couldn't make out. but he couldn't see what was on the floor.

then another EMT rushed in, this time a gurney rolling Infront of her. but then she froze as well.

when the curare hits the skin, and then hits the blood, it looks like black veins are spreading from the wound, almost like a mark lightning strike survivors have after, but it spreads until it kills the person.

and when techno watched them slowly haul a body from the bar, seeing the black veins that ran from his neck. covering the bottom part of jarreds chin. he knew what clay did. he knew he killed him. and that made techno nervous, because this was when clay was at his worst, when he would disappear, when he would get black out drunk, reckless.

clay strutted into the alleyway, the gun in his right hand, pointed towards the ground with nick, james, alex, and zak all standing with yet again, more police officers with guns pointed at them.

as soon as they saw clay, their faces dropped, but clay knew it wasn't him, it was technos face. because it was readable, it showed fear, nervousness, annoyance, and they knew what clay did. if it wasn't zak who told them first.

clay froze, the couple police men turning their guns towards him now, these guns must have been the 200th gun pointed at him tonight.

"are you going to shoot me or not" clay rose his arms to his sides, giving the police men a free shot. but they just holstered their guns and jogged back out to the main road.

clay scoffed and handed the gun to techno, the pink haired man taking it hesitantly.

"dont try to find me" clay looked at all of them and started walking into the alleyway, and not a single one of them dared to follow, only because they knew they would have to find him in the morning somewhere drunk and probably surrounded by dozens of women.

this was the worst part about clay, killing was not something he enjoyed, he hated it in the mafia. but if someone didn't do it, no one will. and he was raised for this, purposely born son to inherited the brand. the Omnia mafia.

Omnia: Latin, meaning prepared in all things; ready for anything.