Creating the Fire

Chapter 1 part 3

This is going to be a tiresome week with exams and all this stuff. But it's Sunday and here is the next part O_o

Enjoy! <3

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" I'd be so kind, no thanks, Salvador de Gonzales," he said carefully the name because he had followed his tracks for months and ruined his plans. It indeed was nice to meet him personally. Salvador burst into laughter. When he was able to say something between the fake laughter he enunciated politely," good guess..."

It seemed as Salvador wanted him to think that he wasn't the one Marcel taught him to be. He hesitated to do the next move for a second, but he didn't have to because Salvador shooed his men off his sides and came closer with confident steps as if he were walking on a red carpet. "You sabotaged me," his voice was serious and his eyes pierced Marcels, and his voice turned to a softer tone as he patted gently his cheek," oh dear, you made a mistake. You made a damn huge mistake."

"You too," Marcel smiled kindly and his eyes were burning with joy, this man had no idea with whom he played with. He knew him by his methods, but Salvador had no way to know anything about him. Maybe he knew something about the real Prince, who was behind the bars, but no one couldn't know that. Before acting, he decided to make an offer. "Let's make a deal," there wasn't any possibility Salvador would like it, but he offered it anyway.

"Who are you to make a deal with me?" he lit a cigar and blew the smoke out with pleasure, but Marcel could see him getting nervous. "Uh, I don't know," he snickered because it was funny and his hands were getting numb he made a quick move and broke himself free. Everyone got ready to take him down, but it made him laugh even more. His bittersweet laughter echoed from the streets. He held his hands up to show he wasn't going to attack. Good, they were ready. "Maybe I'm the one, who has your truck with goodies and," he tried to be as clear as his fake accent and boozy state allowed, he took his time to make them anxious," and the lives of... of ten of your men."

Everyone was silent, only he was in a good mood. "Should I count the injured ones?" Marcel asked himself aloud like they weren't there and he liked the face, what Salvador was having one. He grinned generously being ironical. „Or should I tell you, why your hideout burned down?"

" It was you all the time," it wasn't a question, it was a statement, Salvador was pissed. Marcel pulled his fingers through his soft hair, they smelled so good, and let his composure lose as if he were feeling safe being surrounded by criminals, who had killed many for narcotics and revenge.

"Good guess," he mimicked Salvador and before giving it a good thought he announced, „correct."

" I don't want to play around, Prince, he threw his sugar down and stepped on it then took a deep breath, he gave up," what do you want?"

"War, he doesn't want to beat around the bush, so he was straight forward," with the Sinaloa Cartel."

" Why would you need it?" it was a question of which Marcel wasn't going to answer. " It's not your concern," he wasn't going to explain himself. He had his reasons, what only he could know and they couldn't even be sure he wasn't just messing around with them. Why would the war be useful, when he wanted to get inside?

"You know what's going to happen with you, pretty boy" Salvador hold himself back not to throw something at him. Marcel used the moment to mock him. "Oh, should I be thankful, because you are quite... Sorry, I don't have words for your stupidity," he yawned as if there wasn't anything more boring than dealing with Salvador.

" Kill him, I'm getting out," Salvador was suddenly in a rush. In the next moment Marcel was standing behind him, knife on his throat," not so quickly, I'm not done talking yet." The men gathered into a circle around them, so he didn't have any escape ways. "Carefully," he gave a warning because was the one, who was having bower in his hands.

He was surrounded by weak lap dogs, so it didn't worry him at all. He drew his knife deep into Salvador's neck. Blood burst out like a waterfall, Salvador was choking, his legs gave out and his dying body fell on the ground. " Didn't see it coming?" he asked them and shrugged his shoulders worry less. "I'm sorry," he offered insincerely and bite his lip inside. He smelled the blood and tasted its iron salty taste in his mouth. He felt cold inside, no feelings for taking one more life. It was his work and Salvador wasn't worth it anyway. There were people, who would take over his position, so it wasn't a huge loss.

All men started coming at him in once. Marcel jumped as high as he could and did one of his favourite kicks and flew just as a beautiful bird over them, landing on his feet. He took three or more at once and smashed them together. It slowed them a bit and gave Marcel advance of dealing with all of them. They seemed to be trained too, but not as good as him. He just used his knife and cut through the crowd. Soon he was too surrounded and there were too many of them. He broke their necks, stabbed their chests and backs. There was only silent swished of the knife, strong hits on the bodies and angry groaning mixed with pained shrieks.

He was almost untouched when there were about seven of them left. Only then one of them were enough smart to pull out his gun. It sure as hell got citizens attention it the shots ruined the peaceful silence of the night. Marcel decided to take care of him first. He broke his hand before he even could trigger the gun. The men shrieked and fell to his knees. "Weak,"  Marcel said with disgust, the man should have to fight him even, when he broke his arm, but he gave up too soon. He didn't even fight for his life. So he wasn't worth it, he cut his neck and took his next opponent. It was too easy. They were like helpless mice, who tried to kill a cat.

It was too easy, so he got a little careless and let one of them get too close. Marcel felt the gun on his head, but he didn't freeze. Instead, he stabbed the one, who was standing before him. He waited for the shot but instead heard someone cut his attackers neck. The blood covered his back, but he didn't wait till he got killed too. He turned around and attacked. Marcel bulled the man off the balance, they both hit the ground.

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End of part 3! <3

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