This Means War

Chapter 3

Jason's POV**

I peek out from behind the building to look at the man against the car with a cigarette in between his pointer finger and middle finger. He slowly puts it to his lips and takes a long drag. Smoke flutters around him when he blows it out in the warm summer air. Watching him makes me crave a cigarette. 

I pull my hat down further, and put on my dark glasses. Eyes and hairs are essential. You can't really fully tell someone from what their lips look like. But you can tell from their bod shape. That's why if you're getting something that no one is supposed to know about, you keep a big bulky jacket on. I've been doing this since I was 14, after my parents died. I look all of my rage and took them out on buildings, artifacts, and people now. Never have I shed one tear in my life. I've always been so angry. Angry at the person who set a bomb in my house to blow them up while I was at school. When I find out who did it, I will kill them then and there. No regrets. No rules. I don't even care if people see... I need my revenge.

I watch as the man throws the bud on the floor and crushes it. Deciding by the look on his face, he's getting bored, so I walk slowly out to him. He doesn't hear me, I know that much. I have always been very stealth, it's one of the many reasons why I'm the best.

"Yo." I say, making my voice deepen for the sake of this.

The man looks up to me, almost startled. "Thought you'd never show." When he smiles, he shows rotting teeth and a few gold ones. Why do all these sellers have to be disgusting?

"Well, I did." I say, taking a step forward. "Where is it?"

"The back." He says, cocking his head to the back of his car. He walks back to it, and jams his key in it to open it up. In the back, is right what I asked for.

"Excellent." I mumble, walking towards it, and he holds his arm out, blocking my path.

"The money." He orders.

"Right. Sorry." I say, going for my pocket to get the money. I accidentally cut myself a bit, but it doesn't hurt. I grab the right side of it, pull it out of my pocket, and into his chest in seconds. I probably didn't get his heart, but I got him good, in an abandoned place. If he doesn't die from a fatal point, he'll die from blood loss. Either way is the same to me. I pull the knife out of his chest, and watch him fall to the floor. I watch as he struggles for a while, gripping at his bloody wound. About a minute later, he stops and just lays there. I take his keys out of his unmoving hand, and close the trunk, and get in the front. I look back to the body once more, seeing what I feel. Nothing. 

He's dead, and I'm done here. I turn the key in the ignition and drive away, leaving the thought of the man I just killed in the same state as him.

Dead.

Erika's POV**

School sucks. To put it in the least.

I've never went to public school. All of the rest of the girls have went, until things went downhill. Me... well, let's just say my dad would never let me out of the house after my mom died. Which was before I could even start school. 

Don't seem surprised. None of us went into this business just because we were bored. We all have background stories, though some like to say them more then others.

It's weird, I always thought it was, how touchy Nicole is about her situation. Her parents both died, though no one knows how, or who did it. I remember the first time all 6 of us were together as a gang. I remember Kate asking us what we should do first.

I remember being so angry at my father. What he had done to me. I hated that he was alive even though he did all these terrible things to me. When I turned 14, he wondered why I turned so mean. Why I was bitter. I didn't get how he couldn't have gotten why. It was not soon after that I ran away. I didn't find the group, they had found me. By the time they had found me, the rest of them were already there. Kate said they bring in stowaways like lost puppies. 

I remember being first to say something. I said the words I will never forget. "I want to kill my father."

Silence had erupted throughout the room. They were quiet. I had mentally slapped myself for being stupid. 

No one had said it was crazy.

"No you don't." Nicole had whispered, looking at the palms of her hands.

"You don't know anything about me." I snapped. "Yes I do."

"You're angry now. I get that, we all are. We all have the urge to kill someone." She had said the last sentence like it was normality. I didn't understand what she said. "It's really just us wanting revenge. If we do go through with it, then we have to deal with the guilt of killing a family member for the rest of your life. Which will be short. And who knows, maybe one day you'll need a dad."

"I won't." I said, firm. Back then, I knew what I wanted. I knew that I hated my father. I knew that he had to pay.

"I lost my parents. I blame myself for it every day, and it wasn't even my fault. How do you think you will feel when you look back to your fathers death and actually realize... It was your fault?"

That was the first and only time I have ever seen her cry. She's the only one I saw ever cry between all of us. 

And that was when she was new. She hasn't done it again. 

I guess that whole time was the reason why I'm closest to her. We're both snipers so we both train together sometimes.

People aren't born wanting avenges. It's who treats them, it's what happens in their lives that changes them and makes them who we are. 

I guess that's why I don't hate the Vilaloboos. I know they're not any different then we are. They have hearts, they were all in something traumatic to make them so terrible.

I'm also not saying that they are not evil. They are. I'm just saying that I'm willing to have heart for them, cause they weren't born this way.

None of us are.

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Haven't updated this in forever. We were waiting for Ally to write, but she never did. Poo. So I just did it, cause Ally's mean. So! Thanks for reading. Read, vote, comment, have a great day :) xx Nicole