Dangerous Fever II-21
I hear guns firing off from separate sections of the hotel. It liberates me. I've been waiting for this moment for awhile. Damage. Being done. It makes me smile. And now I'm about to fuck shit up.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Attal barks. He's confused. As they all should be.
I make my way over to the edge of the stage. Chuckling because it feels good to laugh. Laughing even more because I haven't felt this happy since I've met Phai. My arm extended. My gun aimed. My finger stroking the trigger softly. And I'm patiently ready to pull it. The councils wondering when and what my next move will be.
"You people still seem distraught. Perplexed. Angry. But rest assured, let me clear mind. Even though you've been compromised I still understand the frustration that comes with it, but I need everyone to relax before things get messy. Or real bad. Take one deep breathe and use this opportunity to sharpen your decision making skills." My left hand casually sitting in my pocket. My glare is non testing. My stance is relaxed. "I have all day ladies and gents. In fact, I will let you take all night to come up with a decision, because I have that kind of time. And I'm a nice guy, but if it means anything, anything at all, if I were you, I'd choose to live. Prison for life can't be all that bad especially compared to what's coming if you refuse to comply."
"You can not assassinate the entire committee without their following some kind of uproar between the boards!" Attal replies. The rest look unsure. And they also look like they are in agreement. Which doesn't surprise me.
I take absolutely no chance of pity. So I shrug. "It's really a no brainer. I don't think I could have been more clear. However I think I'm being quite fair right now. Which is unusual for me because you're still alive. And that's saying a lot. Also I can and I will assassinate the entire committee without there being an uproar, if you refuse to comply. Don't forget who you are dealing with. I'm that good." Conceit reeks on me. And a superficial grin plays on my lips.
"How dare you! You will risk causing a war between the very foundation you based your very life upon? That's just absurd! You bring shame to the entire drug nation!" Zhenli spits. He's livid. I smile. His face bursting in red fire. "Aim that gun at us all you want but all of us in this room today know that you are nothing more than just a coward, a mere puny boy born of insignificance fostered by your equally despicable parents. They, just like you, should have never been a part of the drug administration!"
I stare at him for a full fifteen seconds. Before I say what I want to say. Before I nod in a simple gesture. And simply smile. "Shame? No. I bring brilliance. I'm not making this difficult. All you have to do is evaluate what is most important. Balance your options. Your life, or the drugs and money you're willing to die for? Easy answer. It's Life. But if being dead sounds better to you then stay and we'll dance in hell together. I can live with that. I'm a damn good dancer." I confirm nonchalantly.
"Do you really think we will just walk out of here and turn ourselves in to the police? We are not your toy Mr. Alex. And we will not be played like one. What you are asking of us is irrational and unwise. If you shall begin this new riot than so be it. Just know you will make much more enemies along the way, more than you have now. You will be found and you will be murdered for your negligence." Drypetis speaks up for the rest of the members. She's stern.
They all nod. Joining in the conformity. Perchon speaks up. He slams his fist on the table. "You will pay Mr. Alex with your life."
But...
"Luckily for me, death is not an option. It can be, but I'm assuming you people are sick of trying. Failing every chance you get has got to be strenuous. So in truth I'm not worried about an assassination attempt on my life. Infact I dare you to give it another shot."
They look at me like I'm some sociopath. Some dysfunctional, psychotic, emotionally retarded individual. I'm not. I'm perfectly fucking sane!
I sigh. They remain indecisive. They remain with strong heavy glares upon their faces. With a strong desire to kill me. To see me die and suffer excruciatingly before their very eyes.
And because of that my ambition is challenged. I smirk softly. I give an indifferent shrug. Fixing my already perfectly straight tie. "Killing me can't be all that hard." I aim the gun, in my hand, at one of the council members standing in the back. "After all you guys consider yourselves professionals." I pull the trigger. Like I normally would. Unemotionally. With no regret.
They deserve it. They all fucking deserve what's coming to them!
And before the rest of the members even begin to think about begging for any mercy the bullet ends up flying through the center of his forehead. And I put the gun back by my side as I watch the dead body hit the ground. I continue to speak as they learn the hard way. The hard way being I am not messing around. "If you find it too difficult, I will be happy to lend a hand and guide you there. One step at a time ladies and gentlemen."
I lift the weapon once again.
I fire off my weapon once again. At three more members of the administration. And the bodies drop. The other members flinch and tense at the gun shots. I see fear. "I am here for you. Giving you an opportunity to live, giving you the chance to turn your lives around and you stand there, calling me the coward? Calling me despicable? Puny? Insignificant? I am here to take back what was taken from me. I am taking back what's mine. Something that should have never been stolen from me!" I yell. My voice awakening and capturing their absolute attention. I look at them. I'm totally taking ownership in this room. And they look much more cooperative this time. They realize how powerless they really are. Their facial expressions are full. Of shock, fear and humiliation. "I will make this night a night to remember."
"Killing us won't solve anything!" Lady Stateira spouts heatedly.
"I don't plan on solving anything." I reassure her.
"What exactly was taken from you Mr. Alex?" Attal asks. Apprehensively. "Maybe we can help you resolve that issue. We will do anything. Anything you want. But please spare us."
Darian averts his dangerous eyes towards me. With a certain calmness. Knowing exactly what was taken from me.
"My everything." I answer brutally. And Darian and I exchange confronting looks. I lift my gun. The faces in the room pale up. As I fire off my weapon. My trademark grin is hardly a grin. And one more council falls dead.
Twenty councils total. Seven down. Thirteen more to go.
"Sir Darian what is this childish play!" Zhenli is astounded. Surprised by Darian's surprisingly calm behavior. At the deaths. As are all the rest of the members in the room. They all look to him. For an explanation. Wondering when he was going to step in.
Darian knows he's been betrayed. Darian knows I stole his spotlight. And now Darian is pissed. Not an ounce of amusement. Darian sighs. Taking a quick glance at the time. "There is no play." He says. He stands. Reaches into his jacket pulling out his handgun. And shoots Zhenli in the head. "There will be no opportunity for proposals tonight Alex. Time has run out."
Blood from her husband splatters all over Zhenli's wife. She freaks out. And cries on her knees next to her dead husband. Darian aims his weapon now at me. "However I must congratulate you. You managed to shine and uplift your true talents once again. I can truly admit that I'm surprised. I did see something coming. I knew something wasn't right, but this, I didn't once suspect. You make me smile. You really do. And to think that I had you all
figured out. Mr. Alex, you truly outsmarted me."
Eight down. Twelve more to go.
"I'm sorry Darian. I couldn't help it. I almost outsmarted myself." I smirk. My eyes adopting a secretive expression. A dangerous expression. "But if it makes you feel any better about your plan, you were doing quite well. Just not well enough."
"You betrayed us? You set us up!?" Attal takes his aggressive question towards Darian. Spitting in rage. Darian keeps his gun aimed at me. Nods to his black haired bitch. And sighs. Bagoas lifts his weapon and shoots Zhenli's wife. Because he couldn't stand her crying. Then he aims the gun at Attal. To shut him up.
"Stop speaking or else your next."
All councils appear shocked and betrayed. But like the angel that I am, I intervene graciously. I shoot another unimportant member of the organization. His unexpected death quiets them all down. They now remain quiet in fear for their lives. Good. They know there place. "Darian didn't set you up. I did. Thank you and your welcome." I take it as it is. Nine down. Eleven to go. "Darian thought he had me where he wanted. He thought he had you where he wanted. But by the end of the day it's me who has you all where I want. I assure you it wouldn't have played out any other way.'
"I'm losing my patience with this scumbag." Bagoas hisses. "What are you talking about?"
"You thought you were using me. No. I allowed myself to be taken, my purpose in the kidnapping was to take advantage of Darian's plans in guiding the remaining councils into a mass execution. Luckily for me, I know how the criminal mind works. I knew you would want the councils dead Darian, which is why I thought this was a perfect opportunity. Because in order to plan something as big as an execution involving the most famous crime bosses around, he's going to need someone like me, to do the job for him. A specialist. Someone who had nothing to lose." I grin a little more, responding to their reactions. "Why you ask? So that his record remains clean. So that the enemy wouldn't hold a grudge. So that he could get the enemy off his back, if they thought he was responsible for reuniting the drug nations, therefore they would gladly employ under Darian, and he would be known as being the greatest drug lord the world has ever seen. Not just the greatest, the only drug lord the world will ever see again. So I planned a vacation, allowing you to track me easier, allowing myself to get captured in order to get the information needed about the card Amyntor so graciously kept secret from you all. So you thinking trust wasn't an issue, allowed me much more advantage. But you see everyone, I needed something. Something bad. I needed to feel free again. Something happened to my Phai. And I'm responsible. I needed the time away from this business, time away from drugs, from sex, and everything bad and hollow life was offering me. I needed time away from Phai. Because of the memories. And I realized after that month free from all of it, that in order for me to be actually, physically and mentally free, in order for Phai to be physically and mentally free, I needed something else." I reach into my suit jacket. Curious and sheltered eyes are on me. I remove a little device from my pocket.
Eyes widen and fix on the memory card. The card everyone was after.
Bagoas instantly lifts his gun and aims it at me. Parmen and Phil also pull out their weapons on me. "You son of a bitch." The blacked haired bitch responds. "I knew we should have just killed you from the start."
"Yea that would have been wise." I answer. My fingers playing and fumbling with the card.
But Darian remains most surprised. "So I found the memory card. And I took it from my precious lover. And I prevented Darian and his men from discovering it's whereabouts. And now I ended up getting you all in one room. Including you Darian and Parmen. The two I plan on making suffer the most because of what you've done. Something you should have never had started."
"What's your plan Alex? Kill us right now?" Parmen asks. With a wondering expression.
"No. Killing you is not part of the plan. Making you suffer, is." I use my no nonsense tone.
"Sir, I say we just kill him now!" Bagoas is eager to send a bullet flying through my head. He's clenching on his weapon tight. Desperate to be the first to pull the trigger on me.
"Hey don't take your anger out on me honey bun. Besides I have the advantage."
"You were always such a goddamn dreamer. How in the world are you going to kill us Alex, if we have thirty plus men, stationed to kill you?" Bagoas reminds me firmly. "You are clearly outnumbered.'
I look at the men positioned at the balcony hanging over the hall we're gathered in. With guns aimed down at me. Personally and directly.
"That's going to be a tough one to get out of so I suggest you hand over the card and we will end this quick." Bagoas glares heavily. "Or we can just shoot you. You're not exactly needed anymore."
Darians men ready their weapons. And a plethora of weapons click and sound throughout the room. Ready to open fire at me. "I will give you three seconds Alex." Darian threatens. "Do not implement my warning."
"At ease Darian. I wouldn't kill me if I were you. " I say as Amyntor enters through the main doors. With his prominent features. Lifting a gun to the back of Darian's head.
"May I suggest a new solution. Unless Sir Darian you have a death wish, I ask you call your men off. Alex isn't the only one without a limit to his skills." He threatens Darian. In the same way I could imagine Phai threatening someone. Hot.
Parmen quickly takes out a second gun and aims his weapon at Amyntor. As does Phil. None of us are within safe company.
Amyntor suddenly whips out a second gun and aims it at Bagoas. With a threatening stance. "I said stand down or someone's head is coming clean off, and I assure you, it's not going to be mine. But I will gladly take your precious whore."
Bagoas also takes out a second gun and now he has two guns aimed at me. "Alex just might enjoy two bullets through his fucking head. So how about you stand down!" He negotiates harshly.
"Not a chance little girl. I'm perfectly okay with some of us dying tonight." Amyntor claims. With a deadly temper. Again sounding just like Phai. Amazing.
"This is hardly necessary." Darian says sighing. With dark eyes smiling. "Alex, you'd be wise to just give us the card." He still insists.
And now my father enters through the door. Guns blazing. One gun in one hand. And another gun in the other. Aims one at Parmen and one at Phil. "Or we can just see who the last man standing is."
We all look to my father. But we still have our weapons ready. Just incase someone makes one false move.
"What an interesting turn of events." Darian chuckles. "You're still alive I see Phillip. That's disappointing, yet exhilarating. Now you get to be a witness on how all of this plays out."
"Well when you attempt to kill a person you should really make sure that someone is dead."
"Don't worry you will have much more opportunities for death in the future." Darian promises.
"In the meantime your fucking son better hand over the fucking card or I'm gonna shoot his fucking head off." Bagoas lashes out.
"Bagoas. Come on. Stop being so angry." I smile. "It's bad for you."
"I'm only angry because your existence hasn't ended yet, Alex!"
"Well violence is not the answer." I say. Shaking my finger at him. With a voice like I'm speaking to a naughty child.
Bagoas looks around the room. At all the dead bodies. Caused by me. Proving a point. "You're kidding right. You're fucking family have a history of violence."
My father snickers. Because who are we kidding. Violence is the answer to everything.
"We're working on getting better." I answer. Then my fathers cell phone rings.
"Wait. Hold on a sec. It's my wife." He tells us. He picks it up. "Why are you calling me woman? Don't you know I'm busy...What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm doing the same thing I was doing the last time you called...Well I wouldn't call him gorgeous but yes, he's here. He's right in front of me...Uhuh. Yea...Sure. I guess. I got to go...Fuck are you for real?...You want to talk to him? Now? Seriously? We're in the middle of a meeting...You wouldn't like it if I interrupted your mee...whatever. Fine..." He takes the phone away from his ear. "Alex your mother wants to speak to you."
He tosses me the phone. I catch it. I put it up against my ear. Adjusting the gun to my other hand.
"Yes mom?"
"How are things going honey?"
"They're going well mother."
"Well I heard you pissed off your boyfriend and he's not happy with you."
"Well I don't know what I could have done to piss him off." I play stupid like I did nothing wrong. "I've always been good to him."
"Are you being fucking serious right now!" Bagoas cusses irately.
I shush him.
"Just try to be gentle with Phai. You both are very fragile right now and I just want you to be careful."
"I can't promise that. But I will try my very hardest. I will make sure to fight him with love." I say smiling just to make my mother happy.
"Good I'm glad you find happiness with him. Because the rest of the girls you hooked up with were absolutely grotesque and dreadful."
"Well mother that's why they are no longer around."
"Alex tell your mother that this is important, and she should call at another time." Amyntor suggests in a slightly strict mutter.
I ignore them all. And continue talking.
"I'm glad you took care of them. Even though you had to do it the hard way. Bless their souls. May they rest in peace. Anyway! I was starting to worry about your horrible taste in woman." She continues. "I'm just glad that phase is over and that you have somebody new."
"I don't have horrible taste in woman mother. I have exactly the opposite. I have excellent taste."
"You've been through twenty girls in a month. That's almost one girl everyday of the month."
"They were one night stands. What is the real reason you're calling mom?"
"I want grandchildren."
I frown. "Why?"
"Because I want grandchildren Alex."
"Just tell her to hang up." My dad says. "Before she starts talking abut grandkids. She's wasting my minutes."
"Hold on Mom. What the fuck dad, you don't have free minutes after seven?"
Bagoas rolls his eyes. Darian waits patiently for us to proceed. And Parmen and Phil are getting aggravated. They find me not taking them seriously very insulting.
"No. I'm using my cheap cricket phone."
"You have 'Cricket'?" Amyntor stifles a laugh.
"Yea, what's so fucking funny?"
"You're a millionaire that can't afford a superior phone company. That's what's funny."
"I have my reasons. Taking care of your son, put me in debt."
"You're a million dollars in debt because of my son?"
"Yea."
"That's not true. That's not even possible."
"Phai's a brat. It's very possible."
I sigh. "Mom I have to go. I have to get back to business. And dads being a hairy vagina."
"He's always been a hairy vagina." She responds. "Love you."
"Love you too." I hang up.
I toss my dad back his shitty phone.
The councils look to one another. Not knowing what too do. Or what's happening. Or what's going to happen.
"Sorry about that. I will put my phone on vibrate." My dad says. Putting his phone on vibrate then slipping it back inside his pocket. Lifting his weapons again. "Okay so where were we."
Darian turns away from Phillip and back at me. I generously give Darian my attention. "Alex, if I may ask, how did you obtain it? The card." He's not worried about the weapon at his head. He's far more concerned about the card.
"Oh please enlighten us. You always do." Bagoas counters angrily. And impatiently.
"I fucked my way to it." I answer. Honestly. Because that's what actually happened.
"Congratulations Phillip. You raised your asshole of a son so magnificently." Bagoas states freely.
"I did, didn't I." My father answers sarcastically. "Anyway I'm just going to cut to the chase. Alex believe me when I say I'm on your side. For now. Not that you're untrustworthy or anything...Actually I take that back, you're completely untrustworthy, so... you should probably leave me with the card. You know, so that it is in safe hands."
I smile. In disagreement. "Not a chance in fucking hell."
"What? I'm totally responsible."
"Hang on, you? Of all people?" Amyntor scoffs. "You're ridiculous Phillip. Responsible? As if the card would be safe with you!"
"You don't think I can handle it?"
"Fuck no. And I personally feel that you are unqualified to be its bearer. The card is mine. If anyone is claiming it, it's me." Amyntor argues back with my father.
"Look who's talking. It obviously wasn't safe with you to begin with. Because guess what, my son has it now."
"You need to consider that the device wasn't actually in my possession. It was with Phai."
"Yea the son you claimed I was qualified to take care of."
"Leaving my son with you had nothing to do with your qualifications. He's perfectly capable of taking care of himself. I left him in your care because he would have been better off under you, than anyone else. Not to mention you were the wealthiest at the time and he needed to be in the most elite environment possible."
"You used me. That's offensive. I'm offended."
"Don't be a sensitive little girl about it."
"I'm not being a little girl."
"That's debatable Phillip."
"I'm not doing this with you right now. It's like arguing with your fucking son. I don't need that."
They stop their personal argument with one another and turn back to the meeting at hand.
"What is so special about this device!?" Perchon asks coming up beside Attal.
"I'm glad you asked. I needed this to access all of your accounts." I answer bluntly.
"You have access to our codes?" Stateira stiffens with alarm. And the councils become shifty. And heated. But they remember who has the gun in their hand.
Me.
"I have access to everything, including your money." I smile proudly.
"How is that possible?" Attal intercedes.
"Lets just say I have a history with taking things." Amyntor states with connive. Answering for me. They all look to him now.
"In other words, he's a thief." I answer.
"You will all pay for this!" Drypetis threatens agitatedly. Her sister holds her back protectively.
"That money is not yours to be taken. We earned it!" Stateira shouts back fiercely.
Darian sighs. His attention still on me. "I'm going to ask again. How about you hand me the card Alex. We'll end this night accordingly." He suggests. "And no one has to die."
"No." I answer head on. "Their will be dying tonight."
"Give us the card." Bagoas demands strongly with more hate than he held for me before. Which I figured was impossible. Now I will never doubt the hate he has for me ever again.
I smile. Giving an amused expression. "Really? Just like that? I'm just going to walk over and hand it to you? That's unrealistic."
"Or you can toss it to me. Whichever you'd like. I prefer the one where you don't get close." He responds.
"I have a better idea." I put my gun down. I reach into my pocket. Take out a lighter. Flick the switch and put the flame right under the card. I think I'll burn it."
Everyone inches closer. "Don't fucking do it, Alex." Amyntor threatens me. Taking the gun away from Bagoas and aiming it at me.
"I think I will."
"If you burn that card, you are a dead man." Parmen remarks.
"Aren't I already a dead man. Touche." I take a bow.
"Alex, think before you act. Everything is on that card. You would have done this for nothing if you destroy it." Phillip intervenes.
I bring the flame closer. With a winning smile. "I'm willing to take that chance."
Darian finally takes me seriously. And tells everyone to hold fire. And to put the guns down. "Alex, I promise you I will let you walk away from all of this."
I watch as his men, stationed at the terrace, unhook their weapons and drop them to the floor.
"Kick them away." Darian orders them firmly.
His men listen to him. "Is that generous enough?"
I smile. "Have them unload their guns."
Darian is hesitant but he eventually nods. And his men do as they are told. "Better?"
"No. Lower your weapon."
Darian chuckles. He lowers his weapon. "Anything else?"
I smile. Pleasantly. "Everyone lower your weapon."
"What? No!" Bagoas growls. "I'm fucking tired of these games you're playing. You're a fucking psychotic motherfucker if you think I would take this fucking weapon off you for even a goddamn second!"
"Do as he says Bagoas." Darian tries to calm him.
"No. Fuck. No!"
Darian nods to Parmen. My father nods to Amyntor.
Phillip lowers his weapons slowly. As does Parmen. As does Phil. As does Amyntor. However Bagoas still has his weapons on me.
"Just incase. I will not fall for your shit. Now we did as you asked. Now give us the card. You will walk out of here alive. However I will kill you if you do not give me the card. I think you would agree that sounds fair."
"No. Lower your guns and I will decide what's fair."
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I walk out. With my gun. Giving two confident strides behind one of Darian's men standing at the terrace of the conference room. They no longer have weapons aiming at Alex on the base section of the auditorium. So I make my move. I kick him in the back of his leg. He falls forward. My hands wrap around his face and I snap his neck. The other men notice me attacking them from behind. And take their attention off of Alex and at me.
They move for their unloaded weapons. Which gives me time to take them down. Before they start firing.
I duck swiftly as one man strikes at me forwardly. I move even faster. As two charge at me now. Using their guns as a tool to stop me. And with a satisfied grin of satisfaction and in close combat I move under the firearm of another enemy inches before me. I grab the mans wrist, pressing a nerve, tight enough for him to release his weapon. I catch it and elbow him in the lower stomach. And shatter his knee with the end of the gun. It's useless to me so I toss it. He cries out, collapsing heavily. As his body is impaired. I strike another man in the neck and he clutches his throat. I leap over his back and fire at the men who have guns reloaded and ready to fire at me. I shoot three of them dead, and an enemy approaches me to the left. Trying to remove my gun from my hand. I loosen my wrist from his grip. I slip by him, dodging his three strikes. And aim my gun. And open fire. Shooting one man after the other. I continue comfortably without worries. My encounter is too close. I step back. Dodging more attacks. Making swift agile cut throughs and blocks. I am grasped from behind. With another enemy coming forward. I kick the one in my eye sight back, thrusting him onto his back. And I break loose from the arms that have me held tight in the clutch. I turn facing him and make a quick jab to his chest. I hit him straight below the jaw. I send him on his way. And I knock the gun out of another enemies hand, coming at me. I get him with an uppercut. I catch that weapon, and smash my elbow against the mans skull. Agitating his senses. And I shove his ass aside and fire at the rest as they reload their guns. I walk toward another enemy. I shoot him in the head. I move forward just slightly. Towards another. Who is ready to throw a punch at me. I block his attack with my forearm. And shove the point of my gun to the ball of his throat and firing it off. More come at me and I duck under their strikes. Releasing the knife at the side of my boot and stabbing one in the face. I rip the knife out and I pull another man forward. Plunging the knife through his chest. I kick his dead body aside. Ripping out the knife quick and throwing it into an enemies forehead. Before he got the chance to shoot me. Most of their weapons are now ready. They open fire. In union. As soon as they could. And I quickly grab one of the enemies by the neck and pull him in a blocking position in front of me. Using the man as a human shield. I stretch my arm out over his shoulder. My gun pointed with direct aim. And I shoot. The bullets gouging their bodies. I leap easily at the last man standing. I feign a strike to his head and catch him off guard with a sweep that took his legs from underneath him.
I look around at my work. Now I have enough guns to kill Alex with. I pick up an extra gun. Making sure it was loaded. And strut over to the rim of the balcony and look down at the men below. My hands resting on the rail. "Or Alex you can give the card back to its owner." I aim my gun at Mr. Blonde Man. "Because it's mine."
Everyone points their guns in the direction they previously had them.
Mr. Blonde man is looking at me. With an unwelcoming but teasing self assured grin. That I love and hate so much. Fuck he's gorgeous. It makes me so sick at heart.
He cups the card and lighter in his hand and slides them both back into his pocket. Bluffing from the very beginning.
He picks up his gun that he had sat down. He aims it at me. Giving me a special look. The councils get some relief because his attention is now off them. "It's nice of you to drop in my love. Inconveniently. As always."
Bagoas now aims his second gun at me instead of Alex. And I aim my second gun at him. "I was wondering when you were going to show up whore."
"Sorry I kept you waiting slut. I had to pee." But my main focus is still on Alex. "Besides I wouldn't miss out on all the fun it looks like we're having. By the way Darian, I killed most of your men."
"That's to bad. What could have possibly been your reason." He asks giving me that 'I still own you' look.
"They gave bad head. And Alex, I thought about it long and hard while I was getting fucked back there, and you're banned from calling me any names that used to turn me on. Sorry." I walk slowly and sexily down the stair ramp. That crosses the threshold into the main hall where everyone is gathered. I stop at the seventh step. My guns still high and ready.
"You probably feel a lot of envy right now." Alex speaks up. He sounds uninterested.
"More than you know." I answer.
"And I hear you want me dead?"
"That is correct."
He just laughs inwardly. With that I don't give a shit, you're wasting my time attitude. Which pisses me off.
I look over the room. Everyone has two guns each extended at specific directions. Specific members.
Alex only has one weapon and that's aimed at me.
I have a gun aimed at Alex and a gun at Bagoas.
Darian only has one and it is aimed at Alex.
Phillip has one pointed at Parmen and another at Phil.
Phil at Phillip and the other at my father.
My father at Darian and Bagoas.
Bagoas at me and Alex.
Parmen at my dad and Phillip.
"I also heard you wanted me dead. Are you going to explain yourself?" I ask. "Or do we even need to get into details?"
"You shouldn't have interfered."
"You went behind my back. You lied about things. You made me believe that I was psychotic. You took this mission even though you told me you were done with this line of work. You are a deceitful, lying, selfish, sadistic, egotistical, bastard who has no concern for anyone but yourself. Do you know how that makes me feel Alex?" I ask him. Keeping a leveled tone.
"Maybe you should have stopped and took a good look at who you fell in love with. Unfortunately you chose to dodge the bullet. You should have picked the latter."
"And what's that?"
"Carry the gun."
"Isn't this an interesting scene. The two love birds finally realizing that they weren't meant to be. Such a shame." Darian interjects. "What do you do now Alex, with the love of your life aiming a gun to your head? Unfortunately I have somewhere to be, so Alex what is it going to be? Because it looks to me that you and Phai need to settle things amongst yourselves. Infact, you can have your precious little whore back in your hands. He's useless now to us. As are you. Just hand over the card and we'll be out of your sight forever."
Alex shakes his head at the proposal. Just like I expected him too. Just like we all expected him too. "That doesn't sound like something I'd do. So I'm going to tell you, what I'm gonna do. I'm going to count to three and at three, I will open fire. Phai if you are still in my sight by the time I am done with everyone else, I will kill you. No exceptions."
I smirk. "Challenge accepted."
"I don't think a big shoot out is necessary." Attal explains with a shaky voice. "Look Mr. Alex maybe we can discuss something else. Lets talk percentage."
"Shame on me, I almost forgot about you guys. Thanks for the offer, but I have all the percentage I need right here." I pat my pocket with the card in it. "And since you guys haven't made up your minds you are no longer a concern. One."
He begins the countdown.
"Please, let us discuss this!" Attal continues to beg.
"Two." We prepare to open fire. A hostile encounter and a battle with firearms between a group of highly skilled psychotic men is about to begin. But before that...
"Do you still love me Alex?" I interrupt his count down. With the question I have been wanting to ask since day one of this mess.
The counting pauses. And bright brown eyes look up at me. He has to think about it for awhile. Something subconsciously flashes in his eyes. Something automatic.
"No." He finalizes his answer. With the best poker face ever. "I never have."
My face saddens. My gaze is absent. My body becomes unfeeling. Like I just lost my entire life. I start to think about his answer for awhile. My eyes get teary. My heart fucking shatters. "Is that your final answer." I ask. My voice a bit poignant.
"Yes." He smiles taking pleasure in my misery. His impulsive nature is sickening.
My eyes harden. My tears are gone. And I return the fucking favor.
"Well then," I nod. Smiling darkly. "No speech necessary." And I pull the trigger.
On him.
On Alex.
My one.
And only.
Love.
With no regrets. Punishing him with pleasure. With no hesitation.
The bullet makes a whipping sound. It pierces the side of his head. And everything is silent. Mr. Blonde man hits the stage floor. His gun releasing from his hand.
I grin. With. A. Fever.
And that's how you kill a god.
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I can't believe the love of my life shot me.
Me.
His god.
His titan.
His love.
With no regrets. Pleasuring me with pain. With no hesitation.
My eye sight blurs maddeningly. My body collapsing stiffly. And all my senses weakening.
I lay dead. With. A. Fever.
And that's how a god fades away.
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