The Depth of His Depravity

Chapter 6 - Inner Dealings

Note, this takes place just before chapter 5.

After the deafening sound of what i can only assume to be gunfire occurs, my senses slowly return for me to see everyone in the courtroom scattering for cover. I look around me, desperately trying to find some way out of this piece of shit courtroom when I see it.

My father, Walter Thoric. Shot through the head. He was dead before anyone could do a damn thing. His eyes were still open, almost as if they're staring into the very essence of my being.

The bright crimson blood offers an oddly artistic contrast to the dark brown wood used for a good portion for the courtroom.

As I glance up, I see the scared little prick, Jensen Miles, running towards the entrance of the building to try and escape.

I quickly jump off of the podium that both me and my father were standing on, and rush towards him. As I'm running, I see a sniper aiming right towards him, I quickly tackle him. The bullet landing where he was standing just seconds before.

As I look up, I can see the sniper running away on a rooftop. It's obvious he's missed his mark. That alone is enough to make me feel a bit better.

Breaking the silence, Jensen asks.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why'd you save me?"

"Shit, mate. Don't think that I did this because I got a hard on for you, I just refuse to lose sleep over letting some spoiled prick die without doing my best."

"How didn't you freeze up?"

"It's called fight or flight, clearly we picked different options."

Jensen scoffs at my remark. I've never really been particularly fond of the guy. Hard to be when your company rivals his. Not to mention, the guys a sarcastic prick. Even if I wanted to be friends with him, he makes it impossible for me to even try to like him.

"So." Jensen says. Interrupting my thought process. "What just happened back there?"

"I'm not sure." I say in an apathetic tone.

I glance over at Jensen to see him almost surprised by my lack of emotion. I'm almost caught off guard by my minute emotional reaction. In the movies you always see someone just screaming. But here I just feel.

Nothing.

I feel emotion.

But not sadness.

Anger.

Someone took something from me, and they think they can get away with it?

"So..." Jensen says, clearly still reeling from this event. "What do we do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"At risk of getting ahead of myself, don't you think we should figure out just what the hell happened here? I'm not sure about you, but I have a bit of a morbid curiosity about what happened here."

"You legitimately think it's a good idea to go against assassins who were able to assassinate two people at once?"

"So you're saying we just let them get away with it?"
"I never said that."

As Jensen glances over, he sees his brother Matthew. Who's much more emotional than either of us.

Good.

Jensen will be distracted. He'd just get in my way. Out of the two of us, I was always the more capable one, anyways.

Just as my narcissistic thoughts comes into form, a limo arrives. And my butler, Jack, shows up.