What the hell is this?! (H2Ovanoss)

Chapter 39

I stood there holding onto the information that Jon gave me. "It's quite simple for me, but for you might be complicated. All you have to do is kill the leader of this mafia." Jon told me as he pointed a picture of a tattooed masked man which look menacing and huge.

"What if he escapes?" I asked him. "Chase after him or leave him go and we will go after him. Simple." He said with a smile as he flopped onto the bed snuggle in the blankets. "That actually sounds simple. But I just don't get it how you managed to become the leader of this mini gang and also being able to sleep all day without any worries." I said as I looked at the small picture.

"I have my ways. There is also a surprise in the garage for you which you might like." He said, making a cute derpy face. "Uh huh...well I'm heading out! If I don't come back that means I'm dead." I told him, thinking he might say something until I heard a snoring sound, seeing him already asleep, cuddling the huge teddy bear which is mine.

"You're so lazy when it comes to weekends and Monday." I chuckled and then head towards the garage. My eyes instantly widen themselves, seeing my good old motorcycle back in one piece and looking brand new. Even the keys were hanging from the side of it with the same Pokémon keychain that I use. "WOOH! Now this is a surprise." I actually do feel like crying right now from the happiness in my heart.

Then I get right on it and drive off with my owl mask covering my whole entire head.

"Shit shit shit shit SHIT!" I tried my best to dodge the rockets that were flying towards me. I tucked and rolled, managing to lose one of them and then kept running using the pillars as shields.

"GET RID OF HIM YOU PIECES OF SHIT!!" A guy yelled out from the top railing, wearing a black bandana over his mouth, black sunglasses, and a ripped sleeved jacket that exposed his tattooed arms and a bit of his bare chest that was slightly hairy.

It must be him.

Two big guys ran up to me and managed to knock me down to the floor and then kicked my abdomen hard. I coughed out blood and held onto my stomach, then lift my leg up high, kicking one of their faces like a fucking ninja.

"Don't fuck with me!" I yelled out, kicking him again which sent him back towards a pile of scrap. I got up, getting on my fight stance towards the other dude that had wide eyes towards his partner.

"Let's dance bitch." I smirked wide behind my mask. He ran up to me and tried to tackle me down but I dodge him and knee his stomach hard. He coughed up blood and then shot his head with my pistol.

I sighed and looked up at the tattooed man that was also staring down at me with his phone up against his ear. Who the fuck even makes a phone call right when I'm about to kill him. He might be talking to someone really close to him like a wife or family.

"Evan!" My eyes widened hearing my name being mentioned by him. "I know who you are Evan, your the son of Mr. and Mrs. Fong. Your whole family have been looking for you." He told me as he took his bandana and sunglasses off showing his face which actually surprised me.

"Uncle?!"

"Hello Evy. Welcome to Nightclub. Your home." He said with a wide smirk until I felt a sudden pain on the back of my head. I managed to turn around and see Bryce with a dead serious face with dull empty eyes, holding a metal pipe. "Night night Vanoss."

Then he swung it again, hitting me straight at my face, knocking me out cold.

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"Jon! Something bad happened!!" Bryce immediately came running in the house. "Did something happened to Evan?!" My heart started to beat fast, getting worried over my owlet.

"He...he died...I tried to retrieve the body as stealthy as I could, but I got seen and attacked." Tears formed in his eyes as he gripped onto me tightly with his bloody hands. My eyes widened as everything around me started to swirl and move around in slow motion.

"Evan..."

He finally got what he wanted. Did he died on purpose? No... or maybe he did... but why? Oh Evan, I thought you were happy! I thought we had a happy and healthy relationship. I thought that I was the one that could make you feel the emotions that you couldn't feel in the past.

"Jon! Jon!" Brock tried to speak with me but I was so deep in thought. I didn't even feel the tears sliding down my pale face. "Jonathan! Snap out of it! He is dead! Whose fault was it? Yours! It was all your fucking fault asshole!!" Tyler yelled at me and then punched me hard, slamming me against the wall.

"Tyler! Stop! Can't you see he is devastated!" Brock pushed him away from me as I just held my red cheek that might turn into a bruise, more later on in the day. "Aren't you mad at him!! He fucking sent Evan to a mother fucking mission that was supposedly to be ours! You even knew that he can't even fight against all those guys by him-" Brock cut him off by slapping him and having a pissed off look.

"Shut the hell up Tyler... we all knew that he wasn't able to survive out there alone. That's why we fucking sent Bryce to watch over him and make sure he is safe, but I guess that didn't work out just how we all planned it to be." He told him with a bit of sorrow but all anger in his tone.

I walk away of this drama and head to my room, hugging myself and closing the door behind me. Right when I heard the satisfying clicking sound of the lock, I started to bawl my eyes out, sliding down against the wooden door.

"EVAN!!! IM SO FUCKING SORRY!!!"