Sin & Savior

CHAPTER 9, PART 3

Alexander pistol-whipped Broderick to the floor, and — rather than re-training his pistol onto his target — aimed skyward and let off a warning shot with a loud crack. The report rippled throughout the room like thunder, causing Evan to cry out and cover his ears while falling over, and Seraphina to physically withdraw while covering her eyes to shield herself from the unexpected audiovisual assault the muzzle flash brought about. No one in the room possessed any hearing protection, and even Alexander — a mere 19 year old — found himself bolstered enough to fire the shot, but fearful of the consequence immediately after having meted it out. Still: he immediately re-trained the .40 Caliber pistol onto Broderick's chest. As he looked down at his victim, now bleeding from the temple, he said succinctly:

"I'm not sure whether or not you think I'm bluffing, and that this pistol isn't loaded, or you think I won't blow the last brain cell you have left out of your forehead and out through the back, pretty-boy... but I'll say this one time only: do not test me again."

He gripped the pistol with two hands as he spoke, as if to anchor his point and bring it home."What the FUCK, Alexander!!" Seraphina cried out.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, SERA," Alexander howled, turning his head back towards his sister. "YOU started whatever this is, and I am not about to watch him put his hands on you without any explanation of why, so YOU get off my FUCKING BACK about the way I'M acting and focus on what's happening! This man is trying to KILL you, and you're pissed at me for protecting you? Cut it the fuck out," he said, straight-laced and angered.

"Not only that..." he said, training his line of sight back onto Broderick, "But what the fuck did you just say, you fucking clown?"

Seraphina had never seen Alexander behave this way in all of their entire lives. This kid, who was afraid of conflict, insects, and even the dark was suddenly behaving as though he'd been a mafia caporegime in a past life, and had the experience flooding back into his blood out of absolutely nowhere. It was all she could do to stand there silently and witness the events that were unfolding in front of her very eyes.

"You heard me..." Broderick whispered, gradually crashing his timbre into crescendo, "I WALKED IN ON YOU... FUCKING MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU FUCKING PERVERT!"

Alexander took the pistol and fired again, but into the wall beside him this time."You must want to die today. Because it sounded to me like you repeated the sentence. Lie again, and it'll be the last you ever tell," he said, a flurry of self-righteous confidence filling his chest.

"You don't get it, do you?" Broderick said, giggling. "You genuinely believe I have a reason to lie? To YOU? A FUCKING KID?!?! A CHILD?!?!?! YOU FUCKED MY GIRLFRIEND!!! MINE, SHE'S MINE! YOU STOLE..." he said, every nerve in his body firing, his face and limbs trembling, "EVERYTHING I WORKED SO HARD FOR... FOUGHT FOR... HARD-EARNED... HER BODY... IT WAS MINE TO HAVE!!" he said, slamming his fist down onto the nearby countertop, before exploding into a fit of silent tears and weeping. "She... she was supposed... to be mine..." he said, falling to his knees and breaking down while looking up at Seraphina. "I had to... I had to take back what was mine. He took you from me!! I've loved you all this time! And HE," Broderick shouted, pointing an accusatory, antagonizing finger toward Alexander, "... HE felt the sweetness inside of you that was supposed to belong to ME!" he said, this time pounding the heel of the counter with the side of his fist.