Lazarus felt the gentle ocean breeze against the bottom of his face. He could smell the water and salt in the nighttime air. The warehouses were in sight. He looked at the last warehouse, the ninth one. The metal roof glowed in the light of the moon. Lazarus had to get Jason, get the file, and get out of there. He could not afford to get into a big fight. He still had to get Jason out of this part of the city. He couldn't do that if he was dead.
Jason felt the blood start to run down his face. His nose was bleeding and most likely broken.
"You cannot protect them forever. You must tell us where the other files are. If you do not, you will be wishing for death, but I will not grant it. You will feel every bone in your body broken, feel blood run uncontrolled out of you, feel shattered in every way. But you will not die. Not until The Devil of San Francisco has the drives in his hands. Then and only then, will we kill you. You will die over and over. We will try every way we know to kill you, then stop right before you take your last breath, and start all over. Unless you want to die a merciless death full of pain and misery, give us the files." A female demon said.
No." Jason uttered, "I won't give them. This city is already to corrupt, I won't let anymore of it become closer to Hell than it already is."
The demon walked back over and hit him again. "Fine. Don't tell us. Your other friend will."
Jason looked up and felt his eyes widen.
"Oh yes, we know about that guy you have been with. We don't have a name of him or an address, yet. But you know we will find him. So don't do this for yourself, do this for the one person who trusts you. You tell us where the drives are, then no one else has to get hurt." She lied.
" No, you don't. He has nothing to do with this. He told me to not worry about it, he didn't even want to see them, if he sees nothing then he has no place in this." He confidently said. Then he thought about the words.
No one?" Jason asked weakly.
"Unless you don't give us the drives, than many many people will get hurt. Not just the men, but the women and the children too. We will burn this city till we find our information. Then it will be hell. It will be a world on fire and no one will see the sun from the black ash and blood that will be on your hands." The woman yelled, and abruptly stopped. "So tell me Jason Getris," She leaned into his ear. "How much blood are you ready to watch fall before you give us what we want? Are you willing to have a world on fire, with the first match stuck because of you?"
Lazarus could see Jason. He was on the upper balcony looking down. There were not many demons, smart. They could keep it looking like nothing important was happening. There were four armed guards, all semi autos. Then there was one interrogator. Jason was in a world of trouble. He couldn't go in there kicking everyone. He had to be subtle about it. He would lead them away and get them one on one. Lazarus took a small piece of metal and threw it in the opposite direction, as far as he could. Two, better than one, decided to go check it out. Lazarus climbed down the ladder and stayed in the shadows. He saw one of the guards walk his way, he waited. Right when he was in arms reach, Lazarus hit the man in on of his lower vertebrae. To keep him from screaming he covered his mouth and then pushed a fragile center of nerves right behind his ear till he went limp. The other man seemed to have heard it and came trotting over. Lazarus put him in a rear choke hold and silenced him. 'They should be out for long enough for me to get him.' He thought. Lazarus crept along the wall, staying in the shadows. He could see the bloodied body of his friend and knew he had to save him. Lazarus could feel the anger surging through him and he sprinted over to the woman and by the time she turned around with a pistol her hand, ready to shoot, Lazarus had pulled out his twin batons and knocked it out of her hands, completing the movement with tasting her in the stomach. She twitched on the ground and gasped. The other two men turned around and lifted their guns. Lazarus clipped his weapons and ran at him. As he shot his round Lazarus quickly moved to his right. He took a huge stride, jumped and hit the gangster in the temple. The other man came at him with a switch blade drawn. Lazarus dropped to the floor and swept the legs out from under him. The man fell with a loud thud and he took the knife. The knife cut through the ropes easily. Despite how bad he looked, Jason was able to get up easily. They made their way to the roof.
"Are you ok, anything broken, have you been shot?" Lazarus said, making his voice sound more rough than it actually was., hoping that Jason would not realize who was under the mask.
"I have a few broken bones but fine, who are you? Some vigilante?" He said after a cough.
"I'm just a man. A man that loves his city. A man that's going to try his best to purge the corruption out of San Francisco." He said, feeling like those words were right. That's all he was.
"No. Your more than that." Jason said.
A/N: Yay, Jason is not dead! I'm trying to make these chapters smaller. I try. Thanks for reading, next time: A Shot in the Dark." Keep Reading!
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Vigilante: Book One
General FictionA young man named Lazarus wants to make a change for the better in his city. When he starts to see the corruption that has taken root in his city, he knows he must act. Even if it means crossing old lines.
