Percy P.O.V:
Killer.
Percy knew, that the title belonged to him now. It was not a pretty nor nice, but it was the truth. Well it's not like the truth is pretty or nice. Percy knew that's what he was, at that very moment he plunged a kitchen knife, into Gabe Ugliano's heart.
30 minutes earlier…
Percy ran his hand with a nervously through his jet-black hair, well it was more, red because of the dried blood. It was 3 in the morning, and he just got back from another fight. The fight was vicious, as always, it was sword vs. dagger, and his opponent was ruthless and merciless. He won, he got his sword to his opponents throat, and was declared the victor, but he had received a black eye, and a large gash on his thigh. The official "nurse" of the street fighting was most likely in some dark alleyway giving a blowjob to desperate conmen, so she was out of the equation. Percy didn't even consider going to the hospital, too many questions, too expensive, he won that money and he wasn't going to spend it on himself, his mother needed that money. Yet right now, he needed her.
If anyone heard him say that aloud his reputation would crash and burn, but it was true, he needed his mother. He needed her bright smile, warm hugs, the image of comfort and safety. He knew that she would rush to heal him, but she wouldn't try to stop him from doing it again. That was a fight that Percy won, it was settled that Percy would get money, for both of them, it wasn't like Gabe was suddenly going to give them any support whatsoever. His mother was his best friend, his only friend, and he would do anything for her. Sally Jackson was wonderful, Percy knew that she had the best heart, and should be a queen and not living in a tiny apartment, working with minimum wage, married to the worst man in the world.
Percy knew he would have to face the worst man, he huffed at this thought and snatched a cigarette out of his pocket and breathed deep. He slouched against the alleyway, soothing the pain of the wound with the cigarette, he really did not want to go to Gabe. Percy was sure that when Sally nursed him, comforted him, tucked him in bed with a kiss on the cheek, and left for her work as a waitress in a 24/7 sweet shop, Gabe would come in, rip his wound open, give him another black eye, beat him up in any way possible, but that was all okay. Percy knew he wouldn't do anything, he was a respected officer, and seen as a "gentleman" in upper class areas in Manhattan, and nobody sane would believe he was a raging alcoholic and abusive. Percy wouldn't tell anyone even if they DID believe him, because Gabe, despite hitting Percy very often, had not laid a finger on his mother.
He intended to keep it that way by suckering up to Gabe.
He still had his own tiny-victories, he got into fight, vandalism, breaking and entering into rich snobs homes, just so he could get arrested and escape with his trust sword, Riptide. That was his fighting name, the one in the street fight, it was Riptide. Percy knew his thoughts were running off, because besides being a "juvenile delinquent" as most adults put it, Percy had serious ADHD and Dyslexia. That meant he had no chance to thrive as something academic, the top grade he ever got was a C+.
He realized that he smoked away his cigarette, and reached to get a new one, but as he angled his body, to reach in the pocket of his black, no-label, leather jacket, he saw a woman being mugged on the platform for the bus. He sighed, this was not uncommon, as his area was full of thieves, he strode to the lady, who as he came closer to, he realized that she was very elderly, he back was arched and wrinkles creased her face, and her hair was obscured with grey wisps. This quickened, his pace, and in a smooth circular motion, Percy used the momentum of his arm to put is a complicated lock, which if Percy applied a lot of pressure, Percy would snap his arm like a twig. Percy never killed, it was a line I hoped to never cross. Percy leaned his head in, he smelled of cheap booze and soot, but Percy whispered to him "If I ever see you again, I'll be more than happy to break your other arm and legs" my voice was dangerous and Percy knew by his snivelling that he was intimidated. Percy took a look at him, he was flabby, with droopy eyes, a pathetic attempt at a moustache. Percy then slightly eased his grip, and changed the position of his arm, so instead of breaking it, Percy would just pop the bone out of it's socket, enough pain, but not too much damage. Percy received a sickening POP for my efforts and a whimper from him, I let him go and let him sprint off.
The old lady was shaking so hard, that her handbag was on the floor, she was shivering and had tears streaking down her face. Percy walked up to her, and was ashamed in himself that when Percy met her eyes, she had fear in them. He then dropped down to the hand-bag she was carrying, and picked it up before gingerly handing it to the frightened old woman. She accepted it but stared at him like he was from an alien planet, "Well..em…" He muttered and looked away awkwardly "If you want to avoid that happening in the future, I'd use private transport, or just stay away from this general area" when he looked back, the woman was gone, Percy shook his head, he knew he didn't imagine it, she must have run off in fear of being mugged by someone else, smart woman. He took out his desired cigarette which lead him to the whole ordeal and huffed at it. The cigarette's were illegally bought from the black market, but he was addicted and could not kick the obsession of smoking.
He walked home, looking rather threatening to anyone who passed by. Instead of entering the apartment block through the door, he took the fire escape. He did that because he knew that the elevator was blocked and the stairways were probably being used for some drug deal between two rival gangs. He had enough illegal activities, and he slid in through the window, and felt his eye. It was still pretty bad- purple obscuring his intense turquoise eye and making it hard to navigate. It meant that Percy bumped into the corners of the cheap furniture and released a quiet string of curses. He entered the kitchen quietly, hoping to see his mom waiting for him with her comforting aura "Mom..?" but instead he was greeted with a horrible sight.
His amazing mother was being pinned down by Gabe on the counter. They were both unclothed, he knew seeing Gabe like that, he would be traumatized forever. Gabe was hunched over Percy's mother, pressing Sally close to him, his mother had tears streaming down her face, and there was tape covering her mouth, seeing her like that. Seeing her so helpless and so used, sexually abused by Gabe, it made me so furious that I didn't see anything. I saw just red, the fury was blocking my view. The blood coursing through my veins was pounding, and in raw rage, I grabbed the kitchen knife.
Before Gabe even had the time to register my presence, I struck it through his back and into his heart.