Innocense Through Crimson-Coloured Glasses

A Visit

           "Every time I come here, I have to deal with you making me feel so," Namor mumbled to himself as he sat at the edge of his brother's hospital bed. "guilty." The man, apart from the cornrows plaited in his hair was identical to Namor in every way. Unconscious, still, and cold to the touch. He was hooked up to an IV drip and his heart rate monitor had been unsteady for a few days. Time was fleeting, and the clock handle couldn't be reversed.
        

           "Please I-" Before the man could finish, a bullet impaled his chest. Blood seeped through and drenched his white buttoned dress shirt. The body lay on the sidewalk of a desolate road, close to an old tall white building. He fell to the floor with a thud, as a man looked down at him indifferently. Namor seemingly finished with his goal, went into his satchel, and removed three silver bullets. Holding his handgun in his right hand, he loaded the bullets with his left.
             "Qué vergüenza." What a shame. Namor muttered to himself, stuffing the gun in the side of his pants. The last thing the dying man would see is the plastic white costume mask that sat on the murderer's face as he drained out on the sidewalk. He fixed the collar of his black button-down shirt and got into a grey rolls-royce. A few minutes after the car left and white Benz appeared in the lonely area.

                             ***
A sweaty, unstable man rammed the door of a large residency.
            "¡Abre la maldita puerta Mario!" Open the fucking door Mario! Namor shouted. No answer. The frustrated man walked his way around the house and caught sight of an open window. Annoyed, he pushed the window open completely and lifted himself inside the house.
           "¿Dónde diablos estás?" Where the fuck are you? Namor boomed, now walking through the lavishly decorated home. Marble stone adorned the walls, diamond chandeliers hung from random rooms Namor had stormed past. He marched through the home as if he'd built every room. Once he finally stopped, he spotted his reflection standing just in front of the stairs.
           "Mario." Namor said, staring straight into his twin's face. His doppelganger wore a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair done in week-old cornrows.
         "¿Qué haces en mi casa? " What are you doing in my house? Mario spat out.
         "You know why I'm here."
         "Of course I do, you never just let things go do you?" Mario said, a cold expression on his face.
         "You can't begin to comprehend how much I want you dead right now.
         "Oh really Namor! REALLY? I had no fucking clue! Every day it's something new with you."
         "Something new? Something new? You ruined me! Fifty million gone Mario! You know how close I was to securing that money and you just-"
        "Grow up. Dad is almost a fucking billionaire at this point, I don't understand why you're still whining about two hundred grand."
         "I will shoot you dead right here, so shut your fucking mouth." Namor said, quickly reaching into the side of his pants. "I worked for months for those low lives, sucking up to them and getting rid of people in an hour's notice for months. Five whole months wasted Mario. We literally grew up in the same home, the same damn room for half our lives and this is what I get? They just handed you all of my money. Every dime went to you. What do you possibly need with two hundred grand Mario?"
          "What do you want me to do Namor, I'm sorry!"
           "I want my fucking money Mario! I will squeeze it out of you if I have to. What am I supposed to do with your sorry?"
           "Keep it, hug it, love it! Because that's all you are getting from me. Sorry! I can't give that money to you." As Mario said this, Namor pulled the gun out of his pants and pointed it toward his brother's face.
            "I want my money." Namor said coldly, staring into Mario's face. Insanity danced in his eyes.
           "You, you wouldn't."
           "Watch me. I want my money now." Namor demanded. Mario turned his back towards his brother and began walking down the stairs.
           "I want you out of my-" a silver bullet flew towards Mario's before he could finish back. Two more gunshots followed.
           "Qué vergüenza." Namor uttered as his brother rolled down the stairs.

      "Por favor, por favor levántate." Please, please get up. Namor mumbled to his unconscious brother. He stood up and looked down at his brother in the hospital bed. "I already have so much blood on my hands, I can't deal with yours too."