Too Hateful to Love
I was running again—running like hell. My chest heaved, freeing the white ghost of hot air from my lips as the cold rushed out of my legs and into my throat. I could feel it closing, the pipe that gave me my air—my life. I had no idea how long I had been running or how fast but it must have been too much, too fast because I don't remember the last time I had this constricting feeling behind my Adam's apple. It was such an annoying type of self-suffocation.
"Get back here!" yelled the furious voice of Boss Caroni, head of the Black Claw Gang. I didn't know what lay ahead for them or why I had to lure the Gang to the Blueday Docks, but I did it anyway and prayed to whoever god was listening that I didn't have to witness their punishment unfold.
The Black Claw Gang was a constant thorn in Stepfather's side, a bothersome vermin itching to be exterminated. They had once been an ally to Stepfather, but after leaking information on the illegal drug trades and dog fighting rinks, they were pegged as dead men walking and I was the one to help exact Stepfather's revenge.
"I said get back here, you punk!" Boss Caroni bellowed.
'Like I'd listen to you, dead meat.' I said internally, half growling under my breath. I didn't like the Black Claws by far but what lay ahead was probably far more brutal than what the deserved. I could only imagine the gruesome end they would meet.
I mentally counted the throng of men chasing me. One, two, three, Caroni is four, five…six. Six men, including Caroni. That's pretty large for a group execution. How will Stepfather pull this bloodbath off? I didn't doubt he would be able to do it. Hell. I didn't doubt that for a second, just wondering which sick method he would use. Guns? No, too simple. Knife fight? No, too slow. Sic the dogs on'em? No, he did that already and everyone knows he hates his killing being cliché. The Port was only a menacing clue to the possibilities of chosen deaths for these men.
I could let them catch me. Being beaten to a bloody pulp may be better than the guilt of having led them to their doom. No. Stepfather wouldn't allow it. If I lost them or if they caught me and this mission failed…I would get the true taste of the Devil's wrath.
So I led them to a bloody grave.
I could see the Blueday Port ahead, the sickening green water waiting like a predator for its prey. The six men grew closer, almost at arm's length—almost. So close. But just as Caroni outstretched his arm—just as his fingers entered my personal comfort zone, a pop went off.
One of Stepfather's snipers shot Caroni's finger off. I didn't turn when Caroni let out a pain stricken cry. I didn't turn around as one of the men screamed, "It's a trap!!" I didn't dare to look as Stepfather undoubtedly stepped out of his hiding spot to gaze happily on the shower of gun fire raining down one the six ill-fated men. I just ran as more guns began to crack through the air.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop…! I guess Stepfather wasn't against cliché killings after all. I knew he had a thing for the "Raining Bullet theme", but this was ridiculous. I never heard so many guns being fired. I doubted there would be anything left of the six poor bastards. Maybe that's what the water from the port was for—to wash away the oceans of blood.
But I didn't watch as the men died because of a weakling like me…who only knew how to run.
Author's Notes
My name is dearest Blackmail. I hope you enjoy my new stories. This one is modern and completely set off from the anime/manga. But I have something else to discuss for now.
I used to be a writer on Fanfic with the penname Fadingrain03, but my most beloved Mother made me delete my account (well she tried). I was so depressed. My old stories are lost and a little piece of my heart went with them. I hope that I am able to continue to write this story. Forgive me my loyal fans for having deleted my old stories. I may be able to continue them if my Mom stops looking for them…maybe. DX