The Killing Mime

Chapter 1: Oh Shit

Mins POV

Today's the day I gotta do it. No hesitation in my actions. Just pull it and don't look. Yeah right, easier said than done. Breathe in, breathe out.

My name is Mins Fathomless. I'm about 5'6, dark brown hair, obsessed with mimes and day of the dead, and I'm now the gang leader of The Killing Mimes. One of the best gangs in the world.

Because I'm only 15 I have to blend in with the crowd meaning that I have to go to school, but on weekends I'm a whole different person. I'm Miss Oops.

I dubbed myself that when I would do something and end up regretting it, after a while the gang just started calling me that too. I don't think when I'm fighting I just react, I'll feel bad if I want to. I'm also a bit insane, I have to take my candy so I don't introduce havoc to the world. My friends know when I need my candy, when I start to giggle a lot they give it to me as soon as possible. My friends are...unique to put it in a way.

"Today's the day my daughter takes my status!"

A flash of a young lady smiling down at a little girl with pigtails.

"Alright are you ready?" I look up to see my daddy smiling at me. I almost forget what I have to do to him. "You'll do fine when you take over, trust me alright?" He puts his hand on my shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

He walks toward the chair that's set in the middle of the warehouse. He takes his seat and reaches for his waistband to retrieve it. He holds his .22 revolver towards me and I take it like I'm suppose to. It feels colder and heavier than usual. I furrow my eyebrows, I've done this plenty of times. Then why does it feel like a burden all of a sudden? It makes my chest hurt with something. It hurts...a lot. I take it and look up at him in the eyes, giving him a small nod.
"It's alright if you can't do it in an instant. Just remember that now since you're the leader yo--".

BANG!

His words were cut off as I pulled the trigger and looked away to the crowd of gang members.
A thud follows right behind the gun fire. His body falling off the chair, blood trailing down from the bullet hole I just put in his head. I look down at him and sneer.

"Clean this damn mess up. Dispose of his body by the dumpster down the street, pour some bleach on the blood. HURRY UP YOU WORTHLESS BASTARDS!" I stare at them in disgust. How could they just stand there and watch someone get murdered?! "Didn't you just hear me? I said clean this mess up!" Yet again I'm just the same. Except I'm worse. I have no hope.

"What do ya wanna do with the gun Oops? We can't just throw it in there with him." One of the gang members, Aron, asks holding the gun handle towards me.

"I know that you idiot! Give it to me, a memory of the old leader." And a burden for me, as well as another scar for my brain.

"Alright. Hey ya wanna celebrate with a visit to the bar with me and the rest of the Mimes?"

"Yeah, let me take care of something." I respond back to Aron. He looks up at me with understanding in his eyes.

He's one of the few Mimes that don't get on my nerves as much. At 6'8 he practically dwarfs me, but knows not to underestimate me. He has blonde hair that sticks up at some places, green eyes, tan, muscular, and a good friend of mine while still causing me to want to strangle him at points. Also can be a softy when needed, like right now for example.

"Right see ya later. Don't do anything illegal without me" I say laughing trying to lighten the mood and he joins me. He pats me on the back and nods.

After everyone left for the bar or their home I start to get everything needed for daddy.

When I made sure everyone was gone from the warehouse I start the engine of my motorcycle. It blazes to life and a sad smile spreads on my lips at the thought of not having anymore rides with daddy. Every time, nearly giving him heart attacks when I would take him places. I drive out of the parking lot and head towards the dumpster where daddy waits for me.