Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series

Chapter 117

I'm gonna put a trigger warning here just in case

Nazar, still waiting for his answer, gaped when a slip of paper appeared under the hotel room door. 

He waited for a few seconds, then crept cautiously towards the door, picking up the sheet of paper. He flipped it over, unfolding it tentatively. 

Someone had written on it. It said: 

You want a motive? Kill them, and you'll find yourself invited to a family like the one you never had- a brotherhood. You won't be alone anymore. You'll be with us, and with dozens of others like us. We'll rule together. 

On the other hand, if you don't kill them, you'll miss out on this brotherhood. And you might spend the rest of your sad little life being tortured. 

Nazar shrugged. He definitely didn't want to spend the rest of his days held up somewhere being tortured, so there was one motive. And this brotherhood thing did sound promising. 

But then again, they'd given him a gun with a full clip of ammo and he could just shoot himself, but honestly, wouldn't it be easier to just unload the ammo on Artem and Ravil instead? 

He sighed, stuck in the middle between two poles, holding a paper ultimatum in his hand. His life, or the lives of two others? 

He resolved that it would probably be easier to kill the others. He couldn't imagine holding a gun to his own head. He turned, folding the paper back up and putting it in his pocket, a oxymoron of an emotion welling up deep in his chest. He would've wept, but he knew no tears would come, and his soul felt so hollow and devoid that he wouldn't have cared much even if he did cry. 

His tears would not change the fact that he was a coward, and would never be remotely normal again, for as long as he lived.

He loaded his gun and set off to find Artem and Ravil.