The Devil's Moon (Finished)

Chapter 35

                                                                                            Wesley

I had picked up Anatoly from his shit box of a shop and was taking him to meet Fisk. He was not very happy with the Russians and how bad they were fucking everything up. I sat there and listened to him ramble on about how none of it was their fault. How it was all the man in black.

"And even after all that, you didn't get a name out of the girl?" I asked him, not being able to believe that they let her get away.

"No. Then man in black came before our men had finished." He told me, leaving out the part about the girl.

I had already heard that a there was a girl with the man in black. Why was he withholding this information?

"He wasn't alone this time, though," I told him, not asking.

I could see his jaw tense as if what I said made him tense.

"He came with a woman. The men did not see much of her. Just that she had a whip." He told me and I almost got the feeling that he did not want to talk about this.

"You were right to reach out to us, although...a call would have been a little more appropriate." I told him.

"Look, I...I want to speak with him in person. Try to put the past behind us." He said and the sad thing was I almost believed him.

"Why have we stopped." He asked when the car came to a stop.

"They say the past is etched in stone, but it isn't. Its...smoke, trapped in a closed room, swirling, changing. Buffeted by the passing of years and wishful thinking. But even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can...never be completely erased, it lingers. Like the scent of burning wood." I told him, seconds after I finished talking my cell phone rang.

I pulled it out and answered it.

"Is he there?" Fisk asked.

"Sir? Yes, passenger side." I told him and then hung up the phone.

"Was that him?" Anatoly asked me.

"Mmmm. Hed like to have a word with you." I told him seconds later the door opens and Fisk reached in and grabbed him, flinging him out of the car.

He grabbed ahold of him again and threw him to the ground. Anatoly got up and swung at Fisk hitting him in the face. Fisk quickly retaliated and hit him back. Not just once but too many times to count before grabbing him by the neck. He picked him up and threw him back down. Anatoly then pulled out a knife. Fisk practically stomped over to him, Anatoly swung at him cutting a slit into the arm of his sleeve. Fisk then grabbed him by the neck again slamming him into the car. He then slammed his hand over and over again until Anatoly dropped the knife.

"You embarrassed me. You embarrassed me in front of her!" Fisk yelled at him.

He hit him again, and again, even kicked him a few times. He bent down and grabbed him by the hair pulling him up as he opened the car door. He held him in place as he slammed the car door shut on his neck over and over again. He did this at least thirty times until Anatoly's head detached from his body. Blood started to spill everywhere. On his face, on mine all over the car and ground. He took a few steps away from the body, then I handed him a handkerchief which he used to wipe the blood off his face.

"Tell Me. Potter, I'll need a new suit." Fisk told me.

"Hmmm. What about this?" I asked him as I motioned to the body.

"Take whats left of him and sent it to his brother." He told me, which I could not see ending well.

"It will start a war," I told him.

"I'm counting on it." He answered and I understood so I simply nodded to him before getting to work on what he asked me to do.