Please read the warning in chapter NUMBER ONE.

1972, […] 1973, I got my own birds, I got my own fucking birds, without your help, Karen, I got my birds who're all tigers, Theresa, Scarlet, Valentina.

[…] 76, Tommy's wife dies. So he retires […], 77, 78, 79, 80, 81: I got three hundred people working for me. Top that Mr. Mays.

[…]99, 99.

Freddie Mays is back, lock up your daughters. Well, Freddie.

All those years […] How's it been, son? Tough, as it tough? […] Congratulations, you're out. […]

I'm happy, fuck off. Look at me now, Freddie. […] Just like the old days.

I enter Chinatown, Scarlet is on my side, his own daughter, now my arm around her waist. Ha, if Freddie could see this, he'd hit the roof. I watch the Chinese gambling. I walk past them but he doesn't notice me.

'Hello, Eddie' I say. His look is going empty and his skin is shining green in the green light. He's pale and grey-haired.

'Hello' he greets me with a deep voice, he's ruined himself, no one is looking twice at him.

'It's been a while now, Eddie' I take his cards. […]'What the fuck is going on with Freddie Mays? When he get out?'

'Wednesday.'

[…] 'Let's go somewhere more privet' I suggest. I've become a man with less privacy because I made some enemies in the last few years. Scarlet looks around, the gun in her holster, she looks so much like her mother, only does she have the blackest hair I've ever seen, as black as her eyes and her soul.

I wonder why black hair, Freddie does not have, but after a while I found out that Theresa's hair was colored.

Scar is my bodyguard and she's faster and more dangerous than anybody else I know. She's the best.

We're out on the roof, Scar is walking behind us. Fuck me, Freddie's finally married. Fuck me again, he's married Karen, that fucking bird.

'Eddie, you've ever killed somebody, Eddie?'

'What d' you mean?'

'Well, you know, like, killing.'

'Well, like "dead"?'

'Yeah, dead!'

'I have to say no.'

'Why not?'

'Well, I don't want to.'

'I think you could. If it was somebody really hated, you know. […] I wanna ask you a question. […] I want a straight answer. Who, if you had to choose, would you sooner kill, me or Freddie Mays?'

He hesitates a bit. 'True'

'Yeah, true.'

Hesitation. 'You.'

I try to smile but I can't. I walk on, the answer I expected, why not? I see Scarlet smile.

'Sorry' Eddie says. What a wimp. 'Could I ask you a question?'

He wanted to kill me sooner than Mays, why? Perhaps because I have made more damage, because I nearly beat him up, because I am the greater threat, because I took over?

[…]

'Why haven't you killed me?'

'Who says I'm not going to?' I answer promptly.

He stands still and I stop as well. 'Really?' he asks. 'After all those years.'

'Really' I answer. 'Give me a reason why I should not?'

'What have I done to you?'

I think twice. 'You have no idea' I say smilingly and nod over to Scarlet.

Without hesitation she takes out the gun and with two shots, one into the chest and a final one between the eyes, Eddie Miller goes down and doesn't move anymore. She puts away the gun and we walk away, my arm around her waist.

My time to visit Karen, my time to finish Karen off. I should have done this twenty-five years ago. She stops singing, no doubt to recognize this voice. Wow, the same bitch she has been before, a fucking bird. We talk.

'Just stay away from Freddie, he don't wanna see you. […] Fuck off' she hisses.

Such an evil bitch, I look over to Theresa standing six yards away, she's gotten older with the years, very old, when I have gotten her to know, she had been sixteen, and now thirty-one years later,

mother of five children, Scarlet by Freddie Mays, Vanessa of her former boyfriend who she had killed right after the birth of their common daughter and Valentina, Jack and Carolina from me,

all five become top killers and hiding and killing deep, deep in the underground,

Theresa's 47 years old now, still blond her, far too thin, tall, she's beautiful. She and Scarlet, my pearls.

'You stay away. I told you I'd kill for Freddie.'

'Oh yeah.' Oh god, she's become desperate, not evil, only desperate with her insults, she can't do anything, neither kill nor hurt, just an old, desperate girl who had fallen in love with a wrong guy. […]

'You tell Freddie that I want to see him or there'll be consequences.'

I have to keep her alive for tonight, so that she can tell Freddie fucking Mays what I want but after that, I don't know who of my girls or if perhaps Jack will get the honor to kill this bird.

We wait. So, Freddie.

I blow at my cigarette, it's glowing. I lost count.

I wait, Valentina in my arm, my own daughter is now here, watching me not to go crazy.

I drink, how many bottles have it been already? I don't know. I wait.

I'm sleeping in the room with the fucking horses on the wall. Scarlet is lying on me, she sleeps as well. And finally, fucking man, I must be dreaming. I look up and in whose fucking face am I looking? Freddie Mays' fucking son of a bitch's face. Fuck me, right here.

I smile, he talks. 'Sit down, Freddie' I offer and sit up.

Without a word Scarlet stands up to leave.

'Sleeping with your own girls?' he asks, I laugh.

'It's your daughter, Freddie. You don't recognize her?' I explain.

He looks at her, surprised.

'I'm Scarlet' she says and her voice is ice-cold, her eyes wanna kill, ice-cold bitch. She leaves without another word.

'You know, a long time.'

'Yeah.' I stand up.

[…] 'You're mad.'

'No, it's you. You drove me fucking nuts, you do.'

[…] 'I did not want to kill Lenny Taylor. But I enjoyed it. It had to be done. And Theresa and I did it. She loved it, I did not do so much.'

I run and grab the gun, check if it's loaded, it is and go back to Freddie Mays. He seems awake all of sudden. I think how far Scarlet have gotten already, she's out to kill Karen, I bet she'll enjoy it.

'Take it' I say. I repeat.

[…] I manage it, Karen's the name which still hurts him, it's his wound point. I don't have such point, I am strong. I stare out of the window and laugh, laugh about him, his world, his fucking world, nothing to lose anymore, I want that the world loses me,

I don't need it anymore, I have five fucking girls for me and one son who'll take over what I have built up, come on, Freddie, kill me, do it right here, right now, come on Freddie, I am waiting, waiting for this shot twenty-five years.

Nothing happens, I turn around. Empty, it's all empty.

Freddie Mays is gone, I can't believe it, he's out but no Karen to hug him, instead, he's meeting Theresa, I watch it from inside the building.

She stops, he stops, they talk, I don't know what about. It ends with her hitting him.

He does not hit back.

It's daylight, open street but she pulls out her knife, not her dissecting tool but her knife from under her dark black jeans.

She stabs him, cuts him open in daylight, some people scream standing nearby watching the scene, I hear her laugh when Freddie falls down, what an enjoyment, seeing him suffer like this, what an enjoyment that she could finally do this and in contrary to Lenny and his crew, she makes sure that Freddie Mays is as dead as dodo after her special treatment.

I laugh when I go back inside.

One day I'll catch up with you.

You're dead, Freddie Mays. As is Karen, Scarlet finished you, Theresa finished you, your daughter killed your wife, your love affair killed you, Freddie.

They're all on my side. Valentina sitting opposite to me, I stare into nothing. She's my oldest daughter, thirty-two years old, Scar sitting next to her, thirty-three, close to thirty-four.

They look at me, look at the old guy sitting here. And I am thinking. My three other children are out in town, leading the town, its underground, Vanessa, twenty-seven, Jack, twenty-four and Carolina, nineteen. None of Freddie Mays' followers will live long enough from now on, nobody who ever supported Lenny or Maxi. They'll make it sure, I'm the only one, the only one still out her.

I'm still sitting here and staring into nothing when my cigarettes nearly burned down. For the first time, I don't know what to do, because I have done everything, I am on the top, I have followers, they're all for me, only for me, no fight anymore. But all those years the only thing I have done was fighting, fighting to get to the top where I am now.

I don't feel the blood on my hand, puddles of blood, dripping on the floor. Scar and Valentina still stare at me, both so much like their mother, black hair, one curly, one stick-straight hair, black eyes, killer eyes, psychopathic, so much like me, they love to kill, love to watch the life gliding out of their victim's eyes and mouth, how the breath stops slowly.

Oh, I've watched it so many times and I never got tired of it. Calling me a cunt, calling me a cunt, calling me a cunt. You CUNT! I'll fucking kick ya. I'll kick fuck out ya, kick it to fuck you, fuck you, […] I got undressed, only wear underwear.

Oh, fucking, I'll fuck ya, burn you. Freddie Mays. I see how they stare at me, how they look at me standing on the top of the roof, Theresa with Scarlet from Freddie, Vanessa from her former boyfriend Dean and our daughters and son, Valentina, Carolina and Jack.

They don't want to stop me, they know my time is come. They'll carry it on, they'll become number one. But right now, still now, Freddie Mays, I don't need you Freddie, who am I?' I'm superman, King Fucking Kong.

I can pick you up and throw you a million miles, I'M NUMBER ONE. Number fucking one, I'm number one, Number FUCKING one, number one, number one, number ONE, NUMBER ONE,

[…] (I think I lost count how often he says that…) , one, one, one, one, NUMBER FUCKING ONE. I'm number one'

FUCK YOU!

'Number one.'

And I let fall, I fall, I feel, I'm finished, because I am number one forever.

I hit the ground.

Please review. I know there is a lot of strong language, it is violent and it might be disturbing. But I tried to write in the style of the movie.