Once Upon a Story [ HIATUS ]

Light My Fire

French is underlined.

Villain motive prompt: They love one person in particular more than they care who else lives or dies

Word count: 2122

p a s s i o n

❝ (n.) strong and barely controllable emotion ❞

❝ (n.) ardent affection : LOVE ❞

"I thought we agreed: no fighting on boy's night," a voice whined over the call.

"You didn't specify who I wasn't allowed to fight. Besides, they came looking for me."

"You're horrible."

"I try to be." He wiped his hand and dropped the shirt. A low groan came from the body as it hit the ground.

"Don't complain. You should be honoured you're at least this useful." He leaned against the cold brick wall and lit a cigarette. Exhaling a deep breath, his nerves finally settled. But another moan rose from the silence. He scowled. "I wasn't as thorough as I thought."

He found the culprit, crippled on his stomach. His back rose unevenly, his left shoulder was dislocated and his ankles were awkwardly bent.

"Fighting until your last breath?" the man mused. "Save it. You'll need it in hell."

He dropped the burning blunt by his face and walked away. His driver was already parked and waiting for him. "Good evening, Anthony. You're earlier than usual. A new record."

Standing by the car, the younger boy opened the door. "I was in the area. Did you have fun?"

"If you consider dealing with vermin fun, then yes. I was entertained."

Leaning against the seat, he crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He had been awake all day and the ambush he dealt with fueled his bad mood. Luckily, Anthony never failed to annoy him further.