The Black Mamba || South Park || Mafia AU

CHAPTER 26

Victor checked his watch. The time said 12:42. Victor sighed and hunched back onto the next step. The only light in the room came from the lined pattern of the blinds.
Victor sat on the bottom step on the stairwell in the opening room of Eric's shop. It was where he would sleep since they had to stay in a public place.
Headlights shone through the blinds and reflected on Victors eyes. He arose from his position and walked up to the glass door. He peaked through the blinds with his fingers and saw Tolkien.
His breathing began to labor, and he scurried back to his position. He dug in his pocket for his phone, and pulled it out. He proceeded on a group chat with all of the men on. "Tolkiens here." He typed.
All of a sudden, scurrying could be heard in the other room. Before, they had discussed positions. Eric would hide in his closet, one would be behind the office door, two under Eric's desk, and one hidden in the stairwell. Victor was in the stairwell, Kenny was behind Eric's office door, and Craig and Tweek were under Eric's desk.
Tolkien emerged from his car and looked side to side, checking his surroundings for witnesses. He adjusted his gloves and dipped his fedora. He slowly and quietly opened the door, and gently closed it behind himself, sure of not ringing the bell above him.
Victor watched in the crack of the stair railings. Tolkien leaned his back against the door and looked around, and noticed the office door. He slowly proceeded forward. Victor still behind him, slowly reached for his pocket as he quietly rose.
Tolkien reached for the office doorknob, when all of a sudden he was struck in the side of the head. "Ahh!" He grunted in pain. Tolkien stumbled a bit, and looked up, holding his head. "Victor?" He asked. Victor stood over him, gun in hand.
"Wh-.." Tolkien paused. "You're working for him now?!" Tolkien seethed. "No. I don't work for anybody. And especially not you." Tolkien swung, but Victor stepped back. Tolkien got up from the wall and charged, Victor leapt forward.
Tolkien grabbed him by his suit and knocked the gun out of his hand. Victor loosened his grip and punched him in the nose. Tolkien swept his head to the right, but continued. He pinned him against the wall and knocked his head on Victors. Tolkien let go and Victor was sent sliding down the wall, holding his forehead.
Tolkien began to turn, but Victor grabbed his legs and pulled him down. Tolkien tried to unhand Victor, but he crawled forward and managed on top, beating at his face. Tolkien grabbed him by his hair and slammed his face onto the ground.
Victor tried to pry his wrist off, but Tolkien slammed his head on the ground once more. The more Victor tried to defend himself, Tolkien would repeatedly lift his head and slam it again. Victor finally gave up and laid on the floor.
Tolkien rose from his knees and wiped his nose. "You know, it should've never come to this." He muttered. Victor was still breathing heavily, bleeding from his nose and now his ear. His head pulsed pain throughout his body. The throbbing was now everywhere.
"I've been waiting so long for this, I even brought my camera." Victor looked to his side, in hopes of getting Tolkien in view without moving or lifting his head.
"When I kill him, I'm going to have a picture of me holding his head like a buck. And I'm gonna hang that picture on my wall." Tolkien said with a smile.
Victor tried to say something, but all he could get out were stammers. "Alright. Well, I'm sorry. But I need to do what needs to be done." Tolkien turned.
Victor lifted his head and turned his body over and looked around. He noticed the gun he had before in the corner of the room. He quietly shuffled and grabbed it, and weakly stood up. Tolkien turned the doorknob and opened the door, and a shot soared through the air.
Tolkien stood in the frame of the door, breathing heavily. Victor seethed as he lowered his gun. The gun dropped and clinked on the ground. Tolkien began to lose balance and relied on the doorknob, but soon enough, he was too weak for even that.
Tolkien fell to the ground, back first. As the door slowly creaked open, Kenny stood behind it, covering his whimpers with his palm. Victor trudged forward.
Tolkien looked up at Victor, still heaving, staring at him with shock. "Look what you made me do.." Victor said. Tolkien screwed up his face.
"If you would've just left him alone, this never would've happened." He continued. "I never agreed to this. This is all your fault." His voice began to heighten.
Victor slowly walked around Tolkien and stopped at his head. He kneeled down and sat with his legs crossed.
"Why did I lose you too when you were there all along?" Victor whispered. Tolkiens breathing began to regulate. Victor clicked his tongue in shame.
He scooped up underneath Tolkien's arms and pulled him forward. Victor laid his head by his chest and rested his body across his legs. He held his head and chest in his arms.
Tolkien weakly reached and tore at Victor's coat in agony, but Victor removed his hands. "Oh.." He moaned.
Tolkien laid in his arms, shaking in pain. "I will stay with you like you stayed with me." Victor muttered.
"I will never let you go." Tolkiens gaze softened. Victor lifted his head farther and rested his on top of his hair. As Victor held Tolkien in his arms, his grip began to weaken, and soon, his frame fell lame.
Eric slowly creaked open his closet door and peaked out. He gestured his fingers at his desk, and in response, Craig and Tweek scurried out. Kenny emerged from the shadow of the door and stood at Victors side.
Victor lowered Tolkiens head and looked, and he had stopped breathing. Then, and only then was when he broke.
Victor pulled him close and wailed into his hair. Kenny flinched at his screams of anguish, and Kenny kneeled down to comfort him. Eric stood outside his closet and watched in horror. "It's okay.." Kenny whispered. Despite this, Victor still howled into his shoulder, soaking his shirt in tears. Eric knelt down and embraced the two.