Where Good Girls Go To Die

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SOREN, 2009
RUSSIA

THEY SAY MONEY IS the ultimate weapon, but somehow in this fucked up world I don't believe that. I believe that the person whom possesses power is the weapon of war, of sanctionarty — of control.

Tainted with blood, true power doesn't come without corruption. And no matter where you come from, it is always one of the many underlying factors that the future holds. Blood and Power, and I want both.

Warm red liquid sprays on my boots, the crimson color almost blending in at the toe of it. My eyes lift from the freckles of blood at my feet, to the man tied to a wooden chair infront of me. His left eye is swollen shut, and his nose is dripping of blood like a hose.

Jeremy — my cousin, who is also a pain in my fucking ass, but I digress — grabs the man by the base of his scalp and jerks his head up towards the ceiling. I watch as the man's lips lift slightly upwards as if he was trying to mock me in a nonchalant way, but I just stand there unfazed as Jeremy continues his ways with him.

"How'd you get in," Jeremy sneers once again. This has been going on for the last three hours, and we haven't gotten any further than this. I'm not an impatient man, but standing here staring at this sorry excuse as a man isn't cutting it for me right now. "One last time, just tell us how you got in."

The man spits near my feet — on my boots — once again, and looks at me with his shit eating grin smeared with his blood. "Are you going to count to three?"

Jeremy looks at me from behind him and releases his hair at his scalp. His head instantly drops, his chin tucking away at his chest before he starts laughing. I just watch in amusement when Jeremy has had enough, I can tell he's growing tried. The dark circles explain enough to me.

The man's laugh still linger when he lifts his head and stares at me, the twitch in my left eye sends me over. And that's when I pull my gun out of my hoilster, point it at his useless face and pull the trigger.

His body instantly goes limp, and Jeremy is wiping away sweat and blood from his forehead with a heavy sigh. "Could've warned me you were gonna blast his head off, I'm pretty sure I just swallowed some of his blood."

I holster my gun back in my belt, side step the lifeless body and towards the exit, "You'll survive."

Order and power. I repeat three times in my head. The only way you can win this shitty world is to control what is yours. And it will be mine, no matter what. No matter what I have to do, I'll win.