Loss OF Resistance

chapter 2

"Really!! Why the fuck were you seeing him?! Who is he bill?!" Bushido yelled. He had seen bill talking to a guy in the coffee shop today and he was determined to find out who the hell he was. Even if he had to beat it out of Bill he was getting an answer and he was getting punished.
"I don't even know him!! I bumped into him and I said sorry!!! That's what the fuck you seen!! I'm not cheating on you!" Bill was so used to Bushido being protective and nosy. Hell he doesn't let him have barely any privicy anyway. Bill crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"I swear you know just how to fucking ruin everything for me don't you!" Bushido's eyes widened and his first reflex was to punch Bill, so he did. Right in the face.
Bill fell to the floor but before he knew what had happened Bushido was on top of him choking him. He tried helplessly to scratch, grab, or hit Bushido in some way to get him off. "B-bushido sto-op!!" Bill struggled but Bushido kept squeezing tighter. "you whore! I knew you were worthless! Unloyal!! And a damn liar!"

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Tom was in his Black and red Camaro driving to his hideout. He had his guns in the backseat covered with a blanket. He had his windows down and his music blaring. "Did you hear the one about me playing the game?
Selling my soul and changing my name.
Did you hear the one about me being a prick?
Did you know I don't care? You can suck my
Did you hear the one about me trying to die?
Fist in the air and a finger to the sky.
Do I care if you hate me? Do you wanna know the truth?
C'est la vie, adios, good riddance, fuck you!"
He screamed the lyrics. He was currently at a stop light and people in the other cars were looking at him like he was a lunatic. He just smiled and waved them off.

He later arrived at a business building. He wasn't here for them he wanted on the roof and not to be seen.

Tom found an escape ladder on the side of the building and started climbing. It was right beside where Bushido's flat was. He could spy on them as long as he wanted and not be seen. He just had to find the right spot. He climbed and climbed untill his fingers and palms were red and blistered. "Shit." He exclaimed and wrapped his burning hands in a piece of cloth. He found a good hiding spot in the corner of where the pipes and generator was. He wouldn't be seen so he sat on the hard cold roof of the building and cleaned his guns. Preparing for his next kill.

He was waiting for a few hours till he seen the curtains in a room of the flat open. His instinct was to duck and hide so he hid half of his body behind A generator. He peeked around and seen his victim. He quickly grabbed his gun and looked through the scope. He set his crosser on his target and followed his head with it. Bill was packing his clothes in a suitcase. He had to work fast if is victim was planning on going somewhere. Tom put his finger on the trigger and slowed his breathing. He was ready to shoot when all of a sudden his victim turned around and he seen his face. It was such a surprise of how beautiful he was that his head snapped up away from the scope and tried to look at him with normal vision. That didn't work and he wanted to make sure his eyes wern't playing tricks on him, so he looked back in the scope. He stared for a while and he hadn't realised his finger dropped from the trigger. He shook his head and placed his finger back on the trigger. Tightening it slowly. The longer he looked at his victim the less he wanted to shoot. He layed his head back on the cool metal of the generator behind him. He took a long breath in and tried to concentrate. I have to, he thought. He snatched his gun back up and aimed again. His victim was sitting on the bed now with his head in his hands.

He couldn't shoot now. He didn't have a good shot. He watched and waited for him to move so he could finally shoot. His victim stood up once more and was facing his dresser. A perfect opportunity came up and Tom repositioned and got ready again. He counted back from five. He tightened his grip on his gun ,four, he slowed his breathing ,three, he gently put pressure on the trigger, two,.....