He's a Killer

Deal - 6

a/n:  how many words do you guys want in a chapter?  I usually write between 1000-2400 words per chapter, but would you prefer shorter or longer chapters?

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Kurts Budreau's POV (The person Adrik met in the cane fields)

I sat in the dark lit bar, the dim yellow lights were the only source of light that flooded the area. I watched as the barmaid was emptying spittoons that were filled with sliver and alcohol filth into a metal bucket.

I looked at the time on my watch; 10:46pm.

My acquaintance was late, in-fact I didn't like it at all when people showed up late to appointments, shows that they are disorganised and unmethodical.

The bar door swung open as a man stepped in, large brown coat overhanging on him and a cigar swaying from his lips, walking in my general direction.

He ordered a rum, and said with a husky voice;

"How's business been for you, Mr. Budreau?"

"Decent, your late," I exchanged a dark look, appointing like bullets shot in his direction.

He laughed, guzzling down the small glass of alcohol.

"There, there, It was barely on the clock," he threw his hands up in defence.

"What about the business, did you get it done?" I simply needed a yes or no answer, I wasn't going to sit on my arse all night for him to explain to me.

"Well, about that, I-" he began, as I cut him off.

"Yes or no?"

"Well-" he dragged on, "no sir, I didn't complete the task."

"Why not?" I gave him a chance to fess up, as he laughed nervously.

"Well you see, I was so busy with other stuff that I didn't get to see the kids dad!" he exclaimed, "I couldn't even find their address in the first place," he shrugged.

I realised he had finished his drink, and asked him if we could maybe take this outside.

"Where are we going?" he said, watching his footing as not to step into any puddles, as we turned down an alleyway.

"That's for you to find out," I grunted as I pinned his large figure against a brick building that surrounded us.  "You never, ever disobey me," I held a knife at his throat whilst he struggled against me.

"Do you understand?" I was calm, but you could see that he was tense beneath my grip.  I knew this wealthy filth of a man had an anxious side.

"Yes!" he pleaded, his voice filled with dread.

I pressed the knife closer to his throat, maybe now he would understand?

"Good," I dropped my stance and paced back from him.  He dusted off his coat as if my presence were like dirt.  Filth.

"I'll leave you to it, Mr. Gunn," his eyes still filled with fear, yet he still found his voice to speak.

"Sure thing, Kurt."

I walked down the alley and made my way to my car, then driving to my office. My mind was a mess, so much shit happening in the last month or so. I was stressed, and that was quite rare for me because I was supposed to be intact and organised, but I was anything but that.

Everything seemed to go downhill ever since I met that kid, Adrik.

I noticed that his father was abusive, even publicly he would hit or yell at him. I also noticed how Adrik, after every fight with his father, would still pick himself up and move on.

"What are you?" my father yelled, I sobbed louder and my cries echoed from the walls.

"Nothing," I whispered, I knew it wasn't loud enough because seconds later a punch racked the bones that were withheld in my head.

"Nothing, nothing, nothing!" I screamed my voice husky from the overuse of my own voice.

He tore me down like a painting from the wall he had pinned me to. I could feel my muscles aching and my jaw swelling at the contact of the punch.
I remember everything stopped for me, all my emotions were blank and I had been staring in the distance of my house, the pale coloured walls bored into my mind and I felt nothing. I slid down the wall to the ground.

Nothing overwhelming nor underwhelming, just a balanced state of mind. I could tell this was my body processing what just happened, for me to then forget it but in a few years all the held back emotions would tumble down and god save me; I don't think I could deal with it at all.

"That's what I thought son," he growled, " If you want to be strong like me, you can't let it get to you, because you're nothing."

My fist clenched at his words, how dare he say that to me. How dare he hit me, previously and at this point in time. How could he do this to his only son.

I leapt up from my postition, breaking the unearthly silence as a crashing sound came from my father who fell over from my force.

I knelt beside home and punched the shit out of him, he was grasping his stomach clearly in pain.

"You think you can control me, make me feel emotionless, huh?"  I screamed, "You're completely fucking wrong, you deserve this!"  I said all the while still throwing punches, my mind wasn't controlling my body but my emotions seeped through my body grasping the controls and taking over.  It felt good.

"You're a piece of shit!" I spat.

At that age I was fifteen, and he did in-fact make me quite emotionless, but nevertheless he was a heap of shit as a father, and generally as a person too.

Adrik's father reminded me of my own, and I knew he needed to escape before he ended up getting killed the way his mother did. And if anyone treated what's mine, like that, they deserve nothing but death. Pure agony, distress and genuinely the least pleasure that life could give.

I could swear that Adrik was enduring the abuse and suffer, and it would eventually catch up to him.

The day went along quite peacefully and I ended up, body slung across a chair in my house, smoking a cigar.

The violent vibrations of my phone made me in a pissy mood, I decided to see who was calling.

The phone displayed the name; Kelvin.

My good buddy, the one that's been there for me through all.

"Aye, what's up Kelvin?"

"He's hurt," his voice shot through the phone, low.

"Who? The kid?" I questioned, I began to overthink and was frantically searching my mind for answers.

"Yes, the kid," fuck, "I'm almost at yours so be ready."

The line went dead.

And with a click, my whole demeanour changed and I wasn't one to fuck with.

It can't be healthy, being so obsessed?

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sorry it's been a while!