Black's POV
Naglalakad ako sa Arena, papunta ako sa aming headquarters. Maraming tao pero ni isa walang umiimik, ni bulong wala. Tahimik silang lahat habang pinagmamasdan akong naglalakad. Bakit? Kasi takot sila sa akin. I am a girl but I can make you regret living your sh!tty life once you get in my nerves.
"I've had enough of this" biglang may humarang na lalaki sa harap ko. Judging from his looks, he's a newbie. "Why are they so scared of you when you are just a tiny little girl?" hindi makapaniwala niyang tanong habang dinuduro niya ako.
"I don't know. You tell me" I blankly stared at him. This means a match. The people surrounded us. Whispers can hear everywhere. Tinignan ako nung lalaki at ngumisi.
"Beating you would make me a big deal" lumapit siya sa akin at nagpakawala ng mga suntok.
If and only If you can beat me. He keeps on punching tactlessly. His moves are so predictable. I just kept on dodging his attacks. I can even do this with my hands on my pocket.
"Fight back you b!tch!" sigaw niya na pagod na pagod dahil ni isang suntok wala pang dumapo sa akin.
He comes forth swiftly. He let go of a heavy punch then I kicked him in the neck which has shocked him and he was thrown quite a distance from me.
Lumapit ako sa kanya. Naghihingalo siya habang hawak-hawak ang kanyang leeg.
"That's so disrespectful to someone superior to you" coldness from my voice is flowing out. I hate being disrespected the most. The match was not even worth my time.
Nilapit ko yung mukha ko sa kanya. "Now tell me, why do you think they're scared of me when I am just a tiny little girl?" bigla siyang namutla. Oh I was unconsciously smiling at him, wickedly.
Tumayo ako at hinugot ang baril ko na pinanlakihan ng kanyang mata. A gun is not so uncommon in here. "Any last words" tinutok ko sa kanya yung baril.
Bigla siyang lumuhod. "P-patawarin mo po ako. Nagsisisi na ko sa ginawa ko. Gagawin ko lahat ng gusto mo huwag mo lang akong patayin" his face is buried on the floor, crying.
I would have forgiven you if I was the past me but I don't live in the past and what you did is something that got in my nerves, bigtime.
Inilahad ko sa kanya yung hawak kong baril. Tinignan niya ito ng may pagtataka. "You said you'll do everything I ask you to do so here" inabot ko sa kanya yung baril. Nagtataka niyang kinuha. "Shoot yourself"
Walang umimik. Parang pinagbagsakan ng langit at lupa yung mukha niya habang nakatingin sa baril. Tinalikuran ko na siya at nagsimula ng maglakad.
"Papatayin kita!"
Mabilis ko siyang hinarap. Bigla siyang tumayo at tumakbo tungo sa akin at tinutok yung baril sa mukha ko. He pulled the trigger but missed. I spun and gave him a kick, slightly similar from the first kick but this time I aimed. Lumusot yung heel ng right boots ko sa leeg niya. I stomped my left boot on the ground which triggered the needle in the heel of my right boots that pierced his neck.
Maraming dugo ang lumabas sa kanyang leeg. He fell down, choking and breathing so hard. There was no response from the people around they just stared at his dead cold body.
Tinignan ko silang lahat. "He lead by example anyone who wants to follow?" malamig kong sambit habang blankong nakatingin sa kanila. Walang naglakas loob na umimik. Ramdam ko ang takot at tension nila.
"Oh com'on don't be shy. I'll be more brutal than usual" I said in a seriously cold tone which caused them to step back. That's more like it.
You should follow your animal instinct. Know how to bow down to the predator when you are just a measly little prey.
Naglakad na ako papunta sa headquarters namin. Ito ang lungga ng mga gangsters. Tinawag nila itong Underground Arena dahil dito nagaganap ang mga labanan. Habang sa Gangster Palace naman nagaganap ang mga pagpupulong. Pero yang dalawang lugar na yan ay may headquarters ang bawat grupo.
We are part of the top 10 renowned gangs. I rank number 1 among all the gangsters leading the top gang in the Country known as Slayers.
"Report." Sabi ko sa babaeng nadatnan ko. Umupo ako sa sofa at sinandal ang ulo ko upang magpahinga. Pinikit ko ang mga mata ko habang naghihintay ng sasabihin niya.
"Black, 17 of our underlings got killed. Most of them got tortured first before they were killed" Xiara reported with the hint of uneasiness in her voice. She's been with me for like 2 years. She's the second-in-command. Siya lang naman ang may kayang pagsabihan ako ng mga walang kwentang bagay. Hindi ko siya tinuturing na kaibigan pero yun ang turing niya sa'kin.
Napamulat ako at napatingin sa kanya nung narinig ko ang kanyang sinabi. "17? Who's under them?" I can't have weak people.
"Division 1 and 3" she answered. "That would be under Mark and Jeric. Black, sana naman huwag mong gagawin yung iniisip ko" she's talking nonsense again. I only do sh!ts that they deserve.
"Call those bastards now." I demanded. She was about to complain but I glared at her. Once I said it, it's final.
"They insisted to join the gang so just shut up and do what I say" I seriously told her with a hint of anger in the tone of my voice. Wala na siyang nagawa kundi sundin ang iniutos ko.
"They'll be here in a minute." She sat down and sighed after her phone call. Tinignan niya ako na parang hindi mapakali na ewan.
We waited for 10 minutes then we heard a knock. Xiara opened the door. Pagbukas ng pinto, bumungad ang dalawang lalaki na 'di mapalagay ang mga mukha. They should be because I'm pissed.
"How many of your underlings got killed?" I asked them in monotone while looking at them bowing their heads looking at the ground.
"Three." Mark answered in a low voice. Sasagot na sana si Jeric pero hinugot ko ang baril ko at pinutok sa kanyang ulo. As I said, I hate weak people and I'm pissed.
"If you don't do your duty as a leader you'll end up just like him" I pointed Jeric lying on the floor painting it with blood.
"I know." mahinang sagot niya
"Dismissed" sumandal ako sa couch at napabuntong-hininga out of frustration.
"So ako ngayon ang paglilinisin mo?" Xiara. I glared at her. She expected this to happen kaya dada siya ng dada kanina.
"Sabi ko nga. Ehehehe" nag-peace sign pa siya at kinuha yung mop at naglinis.
