Ding dong.
"Coming!" Opens door slightly. "Collin, what a nice surprise to see you!"
"Hey Seleste, is Brandon here?"
"Yes of course, he upstairs getti-"
Puff puff. Body drops. Pushes open door. "Mom-" Puff puff. Second body drops. Heads upstairs.
"Babe, who is it?"
Busts open bedroom door.
"Hey Collin, wha-"
Pushes into mirror, face first.
"Agh mother fucker, your gonna pay-"
Quick hand palm strike to the chest, knuckle jab to the throat, shin rake to bring to knees, knee in face, and spartan kick backwards.
"Bro, please stop!"
"I'm sorry I have to."
"No you don't, I promise I won't do it again!"
"Your word means nothing anymore Brandon, especially after you betrayed me."
"L-look bro, I-I'll leave the country so you'll never have to see me! Come on! What do you say!? For your bestfriend?!" Stands up.
"I'm sorry but if James couldn't live, then neither can you."
"You killed James?! Why!? We were all friends?! Is this fucking organization all you care about???"
"Right now, yes, because humanity is what made me tbis way, and I do what must be done, even if it means killing the two guys who helped me start this!"
"Fuck you!" Lunges forward with a knife in hand.
Dodge to the left, hit ribs with right elbow, drop and sweep kick. Body hits floor. "Agh!" Pick up knife, dropping plunge on right shoulder with knife, spin knife while inside flesh to dislocate shoulder from socket. "Aaaaaggggghhhh!!!"
Pulls out gun. Loads round into chamber. Click. Aims.
"I'm glad I snitched you out! Your a fucking mons-" Bang.
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Black Legacy
Non-FictionA legacy of darkness that no one knew of. This is the story of Collin Drake, an alias of one who was the former leader of a global criminal network.
