the run and go

2

  It's quiet uptown. Too quiet. It's a slow day, Bex and Brian thought. Bex is in the corner, texting her friends, well, more like friend, her best friend, with her dinosaur of a flip phone. Why the old tech you ask? Well it's the exact same reason drug dealers have, to avoid being traced to their location of course, can't have Carrie having her way now, can we?

  On the other hand, Brian is in the basement, tending to their armoury, still preparing for an attack. This is always the case. Every other day they would get a goon from one of the lower ranking hotshots in the neighbourhood attack them, in hopes of getting a bounty or maybe a ransom from dear Carrie, but none succeeded.

  How could they when they still had Alexander looking out for them? Any attempt would be laughable, of course Davidson has a hand in protecting them, which probably helps a lot.

  They are living in a quaint and small house, far from any trouble and in a neighbourhood that was safe, due to the fact almost no one wanted to live here. Key word, 'almost.' It's far away from the city so it turned away most people looking to buy new houses.

  But, the ones who did decide that getting a house in this rinky-dink of a neighbourhood was a good idea quickly became friends with the people from the Alexander household.

  You would think that this was dumb, and admittedly it was, but Alexander still wanted a part of the children's life to be normal. He decided that Bex and Brian having friends would be a good move, you know, get them to socialise a bit.

  And so they did, Bex met her current best friend, Stephanie Reneé, who, surprisingly is very chill with Bex and Brian's situation. She's the type of friend that managed to pull Bex back to reality and be that slight bit of sanity that she can hold on to. Brian however, wasn't as lucky with making friends, they all get scared once Brian decides to show them his gun collection.

  But he was fine with it. Everyone was fine at what they had now. It's better to have less connections anyways.

  Alexander was skeptical of Steph at first, but they grew to be close with each other, with Steph regularly visiting the household to hang out with Bex.

  All that aside, the household did indeed get news of Davidson's passing 3 days prior and are now gathering at the living room. No one knows how he died or if he got murdered, no. The question they were asking themselves is if they should attend the funeral ceremony or not.

  "Dear old mum might— no, she will have spies and goons there, we shouldn't risk it," Brian says, annoyed at Bex for even suggesting the idea of going.

  "I'm afraid Young Master Brian is right," Alexander stands up, "Your safety is of top priority. I will not risk it just to attend Grand Master David's ceremony," Alexander makes his way to the next room to get the tea he's brewing.

  "Oh c'mon, don't give me all that bullshite—"

  "Language, Young Mistress Rebecca," Alexander interrupts from the other room.

  "Sorry. But my point still stands. At least dad was here to actually help us when him and Carrie broke up!" Bex was obviously pissed at the fact that Alex and Brian don't want to attend.

  The clanking of tea cups interrupt Bex' outrage. Alex enters the room with a tray full of biscuits and a pot of tea, "How about this, Young Mistress Rebecca," he sets down the tray, "We'll go," Bex gets a gleam of hope in her eyes, "But we'll only watch from afar, far from anyone wanting to take you children out."

  "That's the equivalent of not attending the ceremony, what's the point in watching from afar?" Bex crosses her arms and is undoubtedly more pissed than before.

  "It's better than nothing, Bex. Take it or leave it," Brian says, taking a biscuit from the tray.

  "Fine, fine," Bex sits down and pours herself a cup of tea, "Better bring a pistol too, just in case," she grabs a biscuit.

  "You fancy we should take the Desert Eagle?" Brian smirks, happy at her sister for the suggestion.

  "Brian," Bex stands up, grabs the handgun on the other table, and tosses it at Brian, "we're going to a funeral, not actively trying to kill someone. Let's keep it simple with a Glock 19," Brian pouts, not happy with her suggestion.

  "Take it or leave it, I'm not having any Desert Eagles at a funeral," Bex winks at Brian and he sighs in defeat, "Fine, you win," they both laugh at how casual they were, especially since they were talking about guns, of all things.

  "I think that's enough casual banter between you two," Alex breaks their connection and stands up, "Let's go get ready, shall we?" Alex slips his hand into his coat pocket to grab his pocket watch, "It's currently 14:00. The ceremony starts at 15:00," he slips back the watch to his pocket.

  Bex and Brian do as Alex says and get ready. They change into different clothing, something along the lines of a ghillie suit minus the heavy accessorising that normally comes with it, and a scarf, because it was undoubtedly cold outside.

  By 14:30 they were making their way to the funeral ceremony already, far from plain sight but close enough so that they could actually see the ceremony take place.

  The place was filled by Davidson's henchmen and closest allies. You could tell by their blue suits and the coat of arms they all seem to be hiding in different places. Well you probably can't tell, but I'll leave you to imagine what it would look like. Go on, go on right ahead. Done? Alright, continuing on.

  There was no sight of Carrie or any of her hitmen anywhere, but the crew knows better, they know they're just lurking around here somewhere. Probably hiding like them, in the shadows, just watching everything from afar.

  But they digress, the ceremony was starting and everything fell to silence. A few tears ran down Bex' face while a few of the people there gave their eulogies, sharing everything about their experience with dear old David.

  A few moments later, they got done with the ceremony and it was about time to burn the body. Going out viking style, minus the boat and flaming arrows. It was plainly a casket, the body, and someone lighting it. That someone being Henry Celiac Oswald, Davidson's right hand man.

  Why burn the body? It is the most fitting way for a person such as Davidson to pass over to the next life, it is part of the mafia code. Well that and for security reasons. It is done so that anything on Davidson's person is burned alongside with his body. Grave robbing is more common than you think nowadays, it's all for security.

  The ceremony is officially done. They all start going home one by one until none was left. When the coast was clear Alex and company get out of the shadows and make their way to the ashy remains of what used to be their master, and father.

  Bex and Brian took a second to take everything in, with Alex still looking out for them, keeping watch for any and all potential threats.

  Silence. Silence for about 3 minutes. After that, Bex and Brian decide it was time to head out. They've been out here for too long.

  Bang. A noise from the distant echoed.

  Bang. A second shot was fired.

  The sound of a thump came next. It all happened too fast, too sudden. Bex was right, they've been out there too long. They got spotted. Red was staining the grass they were standing on. It's too late. The grass was turning a shade of maroon.

  They were too late. Too naïve to think they were safe.

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A/N: I'm actually really digging this book rn sksksks hope y'all put up with it. x

also thanks to mrsdracofelton bibbyglake sweetdespairmgc because i'm taking a similar approach of writing as their book, Welcome To The Club, go check it out! x