The Castaway

Good night for a bad man~ Chapter 2

Walked steadily, I kicked a door open and found Pan Bruise standing by his window with his back facing me. He had a cigarette in his mouth; he reaches for a lighter in his breast pocket to lit the cigarette.

He released a smoke cloud from his mouth and let out a sigh "it's been a good day so far, hasn't it?" He said without turning to look at me "and perhaps, it is going to be a bad night for a good man".

My eyebrow folded up in confusion "you mean a good night for a bad man"

"Don't be silly" he snapped "you are no better. I know about you Ben, I know about how heartless and ruthless you are!"

I had hoped he hadn't made that last statement which triggered my angered emotion. I had heard enough; I didn't want him spilling out some more irking words.
I rushed towards him and landed a kick on his chest with my almighty timberland boot, his cigarette flew out of his mouth in mid air before he reached the ground .

He was calm and had an unemotional look on his face as he stared at me on the floor.
I felt my heart ache and stood above Pan Bruise, panting heavily. Pan's last statement replayed in my head "I know how heartless and ruthless you are" it sent shockwaves through my spine and brought back bad memories; anger gushed through my veins.

I grabbed Pan by his collar and dragged him to a **** by the side of the room, held his head and pushed. He kept pulling  back but what could he do? He was an old man- not very old though but he should be in his late 60s- I was stronger, strong enough to push his head so the blade would cut through his head and brains within seconds, but I was hesitating.

He begged like a kid putting his hand together, I kept pushing his face still, the blade whirring sounded more loudly in my mind. My heart ached, my throat became sore and my vision became blur as my eyes was filled up with tears; I let out a long shout before letting go of the old man.

He sat on the floor with tears falling down his eyes, he didn't speak or move, he just sat there, still.

I turned around and staggered my way to the door like nothing ever happened, leaving Pan who has still not changed his position.

I shut the door behind me and slid my back down the door, slowly sitting down.
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I sat down with my left leg stretched and my right leg bent so that my chin could rest on my knee as I sobbed quietly; not wanting my voice to be heard by Pan.

I listed my problems in my head- I needed to find "her", I wanted a family, leave blood gang for good which I knew would result to putting me in jeopardy. I wanted to end Pan's life to earn the gang's forgiveness but I couldn't.

I thought for some time for a solution, then I came up with one.

I stood up slow, groaning from the pain caused by the bullet wound I had in my left thigh previously gotten from Pan's men, I held on to the door knob for support; I finally made it up and opened the door slowly.

Pan was still on the floor in front of the blade; he never turned to look at me as I made it towards him- the incident must have had him traumatized.

"Indeed, it is a good night for a bad man" he finally spoke up but still not looking at me and didn't stand up from the floor of his expensively tiled room.

I walked to a table in the corner of the room, there were bottles of wine there and table water "wine or water?" I asked.

"What?"