Simona Davis

17: The Orange Beast🐯

Jones watches Isaac park his motorcycle outside the cafe. It was ten thirty and the night sky was covered with endless of little dots of stars.

A couple of teenage girls pass Jones,swooning over the rare starry sky. Jones is briefly distracted by the clicking of their phones,trying to capture the stars. Must millennials have pictures of everything?

Isack's leather jacket disappears behind the glass door of the cafe. Jones puts on his hood and retrieves a heavy bag behind the bench he is seated on. He then walks to the building.

Jones came prepared,both physically and mentally. He was going to deal with an adept magician and killer. He didn't know what he would face. But a bullet,oh a bullet always does the trick! He had packed every efficient gun he had,meaning every gun and a couple more hitters.

Jones unlocks his door and enters the cold apartment. He flashes his torch and looks around the flat. Pipes of shisha were splayed everywhere and little bags of powder huddled in a corner together with bottles of different ink. Jones looks at the orange and red powder with interest. It looks almost like crushed sapphire,so well refined and glittery. He then remembers Isack sprinkling orange powder in his shisha contraption back at the tattoo parlor the day they first met.

My suspicions are always proven true. He is a dealer.

If he dared blow it,it would float like dust.Jones vaguely thinks of the starry sky outside. It's as if,those stars were compressed in the little bags.

But he wasn't here to admire powder but to end this motherfucker. Jones chose a more practical approach and to catch the bastard off guard. He sits on a big armchair by a little desk and cocks his guns. As soon as the fucker gets in,he's doomed.

After ten minutes he hears a click,he positions his gun towards the door. He hears his breathing and footsteps after the door closes. Isaac stops for a second then puts on the light.
Poof!
Not a second wasted,Jones shoots his first shot to Isaac's shoulder.

Isaac  screams in pain and falls to the ground,clutching his shoulder. He groans in pain.
"What the fuck?" He grunts.

Jones gets up,grabbing another gun. This guy is dead meat,today.
"You know, all this colourful rainbow crack around is beginning to make me forget you have a serious case of euthanasia." Jones chuckles,inserting a bullet in his revolver.
Isack hyperventilates on the floor,glaring at him.
"The fucking detective." He mutters.

"Yeah,the fucking detective." Jones repeats and hits him on the head with the end of his gun. He then punches Isaac on the face, twice." Come to kill you."
Isack spits out blood and looks up at him.

"What's all this?" Isaac,asks  acting innocent.

"You fucking piece of shit!" Jones slaps him." You first kill an old man and frame another innocent man. And then you kill the people who happen to be doing their jobs,like my partner." Jones clenches his jaw and tries hard not to shed a tear.

He lifts Isaac's head by the hair and looks deep in his eyes." Why,Connor?" He whispers."WHY HIM?" He shakes Isaac's head roughly when he remains quiet.

Isaac gurgles while speaking,"Your partner was in the way. The both of you shouldn't have gone to the jail in the first place."

"Where did you take Walter?" Jones asks him.
Isaac swallows and stares at him.
"WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM?" He shouts in frustration." To your pets?"

Isaac's eye catches Jones. His weak eyes instantly flicker with anger."Pets?"
"Your fucking cats." Jones continues." You killed Steve with a tiger… with that woman."