Masks

Chapter Six: Switchblade

I kicked the window of a car out. It was flipped over. "Do you happen to work for the Jefferman gang?" I asked. He didn't answer. "I hear you smuggle caddilac. Is that true?" I asked. "Y-yes" he said. I grabbed his hair and dragged him out. I threw him on the ground. I grabbed his hat. "Nice lid," I said as I put it on. It was a fedora. "I'm part of the Jefferman gang! I work in their downtown base! Please don't kill me!" He screamed. "Don't blow your top," I said as I picked him up, "Just stay quiet." I threw him on the car and took a wire and tied his hands together. "Stay right there," I said as I walked away. I pulled out my gun and shot him in the head. I walked down the street. I glanced to my side and saw a drug deal. I ran to one person and wrapped my arm around theirs. I took my wrist and drove it through his elbow. He screamed and held his broken arm. Someone sliced at me with a knife. I grabbed it and grabbed their hand, and then sliced their artery. I threw them on the ground. Someone pulled out a gun. I pulled out mine and shot them. One ran away and I threw the knife at them. It hit their leg but they pulled it out and kept running. I let them go. "Remember the name The Switchblade!" I yelled at him. I looked around the deal. I looked for evidence of any previous crimes. I saw blood on the ground. I leaned closer and looked through a magnifying glass. It wasn't fresh. I looked for anything else. I saw a ticket for an airplane to London. My heart skipped a beat. There was hope my brother was still alive. I took the plane ticket and put it in my pocket. I walked back out of the shadows and walked down the street.