If You Hate Me That Much

War

A call. He had received a call telling him Savas would be killed in exactly ten minutes and the location where the murder would take place. Problem was it was impossible to be there in less than half an hour, so what the fuck did these men want?! Was it a joke? Was Savas pranking him? He always was the joker but did he really take it this far this time?!
"He's my brother, my little brother, he dies I die, you hear me"- screamed Azer as he got out of the car. His men looked at one another knowing damn well it would be almost impossible for Savas to have survived. They'd taken too long to go there. However in Azer still lived that little bit of hope that miracles do happen, that his life wouldn't have to be turned upside down, that this was a big joke, a farce and he had miraculously made it in time and Savas was still breathing and he'd have to kick his ass for all the stress he put on him.
Silently but fast enough cuz he already had taken too damn long to be there, he arrives at the building. Leaning against the wall he sees two shadows, he cocks the gun and without thinking twice approaches the two men, with one of them immediately turning and pointing the gun at him directly just as fast as Azer had pointed his at him.
"Who are you, where is Savas?"- screams Azer.
The other man, probably the boss slowly turns and that lets Azer see his youngest brother's dead body covered in blood.
'FUCK YOUU FUCK YOUR LIFE.....FUCK MY LIFE'- screams Azer with every single muscle on his body as he starts shooting at the men....
They also start shooting, managing to shoot him in the hand and finding time to hide after an old table. But with his men behind him they had little to no hope to survive.
Knowing this Azer puts the gun down and goes to check Savas's pulse, as his men, scared that he's out in the open like that don't stop the shooting not even for a second.
"Dead...brot...brother's dead... Savas's dead..." he says in disbelief. It couldn't be true. He had swore to protect him with his life....
He takes his gun back in his hand and starts shooting at the table as if it would wake Savas up. Tears were falling down his face but it didn't stop him from screaming and shouting at the men  ' WHAT DID YOU WANT FROM HIM, WHAT DID YOU WANT FROM ME...? TALK BEFORE I BURY YOU BOTH ALIVE...'
"STOP FOR GODS SAKE BROTHER"- screams one of the men, "WE'RE NOT THE ONES THAT FUCKING DID THIS".
Enough is fucking enough. Azer gets up, gently leaving his brothers body on the ground walking closer to the table " You didn't do this, you were just casually standing over his body CUZ YOU DIDN'T FUCKING DO IT RIGHT?"
"For fucks sake Medet, you always make stuff worse..."- the boss of the two of them said as he sighed.
Almost standing before them, he hears one shot from behind...two three and before he can return he feels a gun in the back of his head...
"Put your gun down"- says a cold voice. "Your men are not dead, not even badly wounded, you stop this now and we can avoid more bloodshed."
"Bloodshed can't be fucking avoided with my brothers fresh blood laying on the ground and his murderer breathing air freely on earth, so don't fucking mess with me either shoot me or get the fuck out of here and let me..."
The man had shot him with the back of the gun on the head.
"In what kind of shit have you gotten us into now Salih"- said the man with his somehow calm voice.
"Same old messes Medet puts us in so the great Selim and Jamac Kocovali can save us from, brother"- sarcastically replied Salih.
And that was the last thing Azer had heard while turning his head to the buildings exit to see his men all down, his brother's dead body and at the end of it a browned haired guy with earphones on and a gun in his hand....
' They think your death's a joke Savas, but I'll make sure I make every single one of these Kocovalis know how that joke feels'- one more tear fell down his face as he swore that to himself and it all turned to black....