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FANG

"I don't want to see your face or any of our buyer's faces ever again," I growled, holding my best friend Iggy against his car by the collar of his blue hoodie. "I do not want to interact with them, to speak with them, or even be in the same room as them. I am out of the business and I am staying out."

Iggy was breathing lightly and shaking feverishly when our eyes met. I held him until he nodded his head and his face was full of fear. A month ago I wouldn't have imagined doing this to Iggy, but now I feel I should do worse. But I didn't let myself take this a step further.

"We will never make contact again." Iggy stated with a regretful gaze. I loosened my grip on his collar and stared at him for another moment then let go. I turned away from him, knowing that if we saw each other again it would not end well for one of us. I shuddered at the thought as I arrived at my two seater lowrider, looking at my reflection. There were battle scars but there was no trace of emotion, just how I liked it. I opened the door and sat down, slamming the door and quickly turning the key. I backed out of the parking lot and headed towards the only road that lead out of this isolated parking lot in the Arizonan desert.

I drove away quickly, fully where that in my trunk there was little over one hundred thousand dollars stuffed in a large black carrying bag. The job that had earned me all this money was full of hazards and I no longer wanted to be a part of it, even if it was an extraordinarily high paying business. In that business I've been through things I never want to do again.

After I was a mile or so away from the parking lot I could hear my engine cough and my car stopped completely on the road. I pushed on the pedal harder but there was no response from the car.

"Shit." I slammed my fist on the steering wheel in frustration. Before I came out here I had checked my engine and everything had been running perfectly fine. Iggy had done something to my car. He was always a few steps ahead of his opponent at all times, wasn't he?

In my rear view mirror I could see the headlights of Iggy's custom silver Mercedes Benz and then his car practically gliding across the road as if he was in a hurry. In seconds he was only twenty five feet or less away from me. And that is when he got out of his car.

I could see his face lit up by his car's headlights as he walked towards me, which held a story of emotions. Anger, regret, fear, and sadness were all present. His red puffy eyes and trembling expression told m everything I needed to know. He had to kill me even if he didn't want to. After all before the conversation we had today we were best friends- partners in crime even. And now he had to kill me.

As he walked his hand went down to his belt, his fingers wrapping around a shining piece of metal, and when he pulled it out I saw what it was. It was an unsuppressed pistol. He would do the job quick and easy.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" I swore multiple times, looking around the surrounding area. If Iggy were to kill me out here there would be no witnesses and nobody would notice my disappearance. I had no family other than my mom, but her mind slipped away years ago under the influence of drugs.

I had no weapon other than the pocket knife in the back pocket of my jeans. My mind is racing and I can't think straight. Iggy would be at my car soon to kill me and the it would all be over.

But he's my best friend. He couldn't do it. He hasn't killed a person before, and I haven't either. Inside my mind I thought I could hear a clock ticking at a furious pace. Time was running out and I had to do something. I took out my pocket knife and held it in my sweaty hand. I swung my car door opened and stepped out.

Iggy raised the gun so that it was level with my face. Behind my back I opened my pocket knife, the short but sharp blade ready to strike. Iggy was ten feet away from me, his finger shaking on the trigger as if he were having trouble pulling it.

"Don't do this, Iggy." I said, tightening my grip on the knife behind my back. "I will never mention your name to anyone. I don't know you."

He walked towards me, his gun still aiming at my face. Time was running out.

"You will talk if I don't cap you." Iggy stuttered nervously, his knuckles white as bone as he held his pistol. I could make out the tears sliding down his pale cheek as he stopped walking towards me, now only ten feet from me. I tensed as I prepared to throw the knife at him, and I could feel myself trembling.

"Iggy..." I trailed off, and for the first time in years I felt tears trickling down my face. "Just do one thing for me after you kill me..."

Iggy's face softened.

"Go screw yourself." I threw the knife which was answered with a bullet that ripped through my shoulder. I could see Iggy run off towards his car guiltily, quickly getting in and driving off, past me and down the road. I knelt down, screaming at the dirt road in pain. I slammed my fists on the ground until they bled.

I knew Iggy had won the battle.

But I didn't know who would win the war.