Phantoms Among Justice

XVI - Pawn Takes The King

Segregatio I

Vic was on De'Addison's couch, resting, looking at the clock. It was half past noon. Phoenix and Savannah were inside her dining room, waiting. Santiago was well-rested, and walking now. Jay Dean was seated beside Vic, and Danny and Jackie were already in Los Angeles with the weapons.

There was one thing that Vic was worried about. Although Santiago could walk, he still needed months of therapy to get him back in the shape he was in before he was in the vicious fight with Spade. Vic didn't think that Santiago would ever fully recover from that.

The Artist had retreated back to Joci, bidding Vic his farewell a week ago, when the nefarious five pulled into De'Addison's driveway. He'd promised Vic something, he wouldn't say what. Expect it in the near future, my child. The words were still echoing in Vic's mind.

Santiago came upstairs, just to look outside. "Jesus" he startled Vic, whom had not noticed him. "Would ya look at that?" Vic noticed the sun was shining outside, yet it was still raining. "Don't it ever stop raining here? Reminds me of an old song... you ready?"

Vic looked down at this inquiry. He'd wanted Edward dead for a long time, ever since the incident in Jesicah. Now that the time came near, he seen that Santiago was in a cold sweat, and very pale. "I... I thought you didn't like that kind of music?" Vic dodged the question.

Santiago chuckled, whilst looking outside still. "I don't, but it don't keep me from hearin' it. So, considering we're all still alive after this, what are you gonna do?"

Vic's head shot up upon hearing this. "I'm going to see my beloved sister, I haven't talked to her in years... not since I left home. The most I ever tried to communicate with her, it was the nite before the Jesicahn tragedy... I wrote her a letter, consisting of my sentiments and my will. I highly doubt she would ever want to speak to me, but... not for nothing, y'know?"

Santiago nodded, and Jay got up. "Hey, I'm goin' to let the other guys know. Get ready, 'cause it's now or never." Jay said. Santiago would've slapped him on any other occasion, for ruining his and Vic's pleasant conversation. This time, he thought it might not be worth it. Vic looked down, as Santiago staggered his way to him. "You heard the man" Santiago said. "Get ready, 'cause the pawn takes the King today, bud. Pawn takes the King."

Segregatio II

Damien had his jacket over his slung arm, his cigars in his hand, nervously waiting for the door to come open. The hospital had discharged him that day, thanks to Jack. Damien chuckled at the thought of this. Jack had impersonated a government official over the phone, because the surgeon general demanded that Damien Leonardi stay an extra month for physical therapy.

He was tapping his foot to the rhythm of Ode to Joy, looking at the clock. In Roman numerals, the clock positioned above the door read 12:45. He was nervous as much as he was melancholy, for he didn't want to kill Edward, but he needed to. The door was rushed open, interrupting Damien's thoughts. "You ready?" Jack asked, wearing a black leather jacket. Damien closed his eyes, and nodded.

Segregatio III

Jezabelle woke at one, being as she had trouble sleeping with the images trapped in her head. She decided to get up, and she looked onto the balcony to see Edward, passed out on a chair. She crept out and retrieved the gun, remaining on the floor beside the entrance. She went slowly back into her room and got into the nite stand, where two bullets were in it beside the Holy Bible.

She loaded the gun, put it under the bed, laid on top of it and waited. She was waiting for the gaul to kill him. She decided a week ago, that she would suffer no more irrational, senseless, sadistic, misogynistic beatings. No matter how much it would hurt me, now matter how much it would scar me, Edward will die today...