Upon my return, I set to work on my plan of revenge. Knowing fully that the Irish Mob would be out for blood, I planned to use that to my advantage. When I got home, I cleared off my table grabbing some maps of the area, some pushpins, and my laptop. After about an hour of research, I found a bunch of locations involving sightings of the Mob. Essentially though I was searching for a needle amongst a pile of other needles. Then, I remembered something that I had read in the Grimoire involving the creation and control of shadows.

After reading the text some more, I found out that I had to create a shadow construct, preferably out the casters own shadow, in order to start. Holding up the Grimoire in my left hand, I began to say the spell and it seemed that my shadow had begun writhing as if in pain. When I had finished reciting the spell, my shadow had risen from the floor and appeared to have become more humanoid in appearance. Slowly it opened it's maroon eyes, which to be honest surprised me a bit.

"Where am I?" he asked.
"In my apartment," I replied. He then looked at me and his face practically yelled 'Duuuh…'.
"Yeah, I kinda figured that out. I meant why did you create me?" he responded. "I mean come on, give me something to go off of."

"Umm, You kinda remind me of myself, now that isn't always a good thing. But we are on a short timetable soooo… let me explain… No, there is too much. Let me sum it up, my younger brother and sister got killed by the underlings of the Irish Mob who then got killed by me and now I need to find their home base so I can get rid of them once and for all." I stated. "They're most likely grouped together, hiding since they have the advantage with their numbers. But I need you to check the warehouses that are in the area so that we can find them."

"Alright, but before I go, can I have a name?" he asked.
"Sure, ummm… how about S.C.?" I replied.
"Ok," he said before slithering off, mumbling his name a couple more times. Quickly I turn around, walking back to the table, I see a group of warehouses that caught my attention. Grabbing my computer, I boot it back up and search for the name of the owners. Just as I was about to finish reading the name on the lease, S.C. appeared by my side with a smug grin.
"Found em'." he stated joyfully like a kid who got to stay up late.
"Are you sure?" I asked.

"A large assembly of grumpy Irish men and women grumbling about how somebody had killed off a buncha their men?" he replied. "And how they're planning to kill the MF who did it?"

"Yep, sounds about right, where though?" he then grabs a pushpin from the pile and places it in the middle of the warehouses that had my caught my attention. Slowly, I got up and walked over to my counter where I had set an envelope that contained something important, I opened it and added a couple of things before sealing it. I then moved to Shad's bag, which I then opened. And to my surprise, it contained a familiar-looking Tommy gun, which I then loaded with a hundred round drum before going to my closet and pulling out its twin. My Grandfather had given it to Shad when he had turned eighteen for reasons which I can only guess, but he had given the other to me saying to use it to protect the ones I held dear to my heart. Looks like I failed that part.

After loading it with another hundred round drum, I grabbed the 38/44 revolver that Shad had found on my table before grabbing mine and loading both. Then I grabbed a spare ammo drum and the envelope, putting them with my weapons in a bag before going downstair. On my way out, I told my landlord that I was cancelling my apartment rental, his response was a shrug and a puzzled look. Once in my truck, I headed straight for O'Connellys. Upon my arrival I went straight to the back, hoping that Jacob was in his office. He mostly used it to read and to do taxes, and he seemed to be doing the latter as I knocked on the open door.

"One second," was his gruff reply before putting his pen down, and when he looked he cracked out one of his signature smiles that put one's mind at ease. "Chaos! Not that I'm not glad to see you, but I thought your shift ended an hour ago?"
"It did, but I came back to give you something. I'm gonna be leaving town for some time," I said resigned.
"It's fine. You have plenty of time off so it's not a problem," he said as I handed him the envelope. "What is it?"
"Don't open it til' I've left okay?" I asked. "I want it to be a surprise."

"Alright," Jacob said, his tone tinted with suspicion. He then gave me a great bear hug before walking me to the front door where I then walked back to my truck. Once inside, I pulled out of the parking space one last time before glancing in my rearview mirror and I saw Jacob open the envelope. I expected his reaction to be one of shock and then he would quickly try to catch me as I left the lot. What I saw made my heartache, he opened it and after he read the first few lines, he burst into tears and fell to his knees crying in emotional anguish. I then drove away toward the warehouse with S.C. guiding me through the area. I feared that if I looked back I would never avenge my siblings and lose my chance.

When I arrived near the building that held the source of my pain, I grabbed my guns, pocketing the revolvers, and headed straight for the front door. Kicking it open, I shot one warning shot into the ceiling before moving on down the main hallway. Then, six men and women came running around the corner, posing as the opposition. Firing my Tommy gun, I dispatched them all, only looking forward. Turning the corner I let loss a volley of lead on the fourteen men that stood in my way, some fired back at me but only one bullet hit me. Ducking behind a nearby crate, I had been hit in the left thigh but, that wasn't what made me take cover. No, the anger I felt and adrenaline would keep me going even if I was shot 12 times. I took cover to lure the fucks who were hiding, glancing over the edge I saw two more come out but before I could shoot em' a bullet pierced my left arm. Aiming at the cat-walk, I fired at the one who shot me quickly cutting down four others up there. Another shot in my right side, two more men down followed by three others before another bullet landed in my left knee and right shoulder.

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Aiming Shads' Tommy, I spray a volley of death in the direction of seven others before taking three bullets to my right leg. Quickly, I snuffed out the lives of the three who had sent me the shots to my leg, then I checked if the seven were down for good. They were. I ducked just as I felt something whiz by my ear, spying a group of about fifteen men to the right of my position before I felt something wet on my hand. Looking down I was blood dripping down my arm, I tried firing at them, but I was outta ammo. Reloading with my only spare, I shot em' all plus two wasting the drum, but I pulled out my revolver and Martin's, the one that had mysteriously appeared earlier. I knew that I had only 12 bullets left in the guns plus four spares, so I had to make every last shot count. I stood up and fired twelve consecutive shots, dropping down I reloaded, but not before taking another three. Standing once more, I fired the last four bullets, sadly I took four as well. As I fell, the only thing on my mind was that my siblings' souls could rest in peace now that I had avenged them.

As I succumbed to the darkness I swore I heard the sound of sirens, but who would call them? Then I thought of Jacob and how he always watched over me and Shadow when our parents had died in a car crash and fire. Then, everything went black and I thought it was curtains.
Eventually, I woke up in a bed that wasn't my own. I heard the sound of a heart rate monitor and the slow drip of the IV. I found it difficult to turn my head, but somehow I managed. Looking around the room, I saw the standard for a hospital room, the only exception was a familiar looking figure with a set of black feathered wings. He wore an eye patch and seemed to be reading a book on the worst medieval deaths.

"Ah, you're awake. I decided it was high time we talked," he said putting his book on a side table. "Do you know who I am?"
"No, but I feel like I should," I replied.

"Well, in a nutshell, I'm you. Before you ask me a bunch of questions, I have only a short amount of time to tell you every important detail. First, I am the soul of the archangel Chaos, your first ancestor. Second, when I died my soul didn't disappear and instead was reborn into one of my descendants six times before it finally came to rest in you. Third, when you die at 7 o'clock, you will be given a choice between going to Heaven and Hell," he paused taking a breath. "One will allow you to unlock the full abilities of me as well as be given others. The other will lock them and keep them locked. When the time comes you will know which to choose, now WAKE UP!"

As he said those last words a bright light flashed and I awoke in the same hospital room, but he was gone. I looked to my right and saw a clock, it said 6:30 pm. So, I just laid there, waiting. Then at about 6:47 Jacob walked in, with some flowers, they looked like dark roses, my favourite.
"Hi Jacob," I said.

"Chaos you're awake," he said a bit relieved. "I read the letter, and if you happen to pass away while here I will follow the directions in your will to the letter. But, I have just one question, why? Why did you go and kill all of them?"
"Because if I didn't then they would get away with everything, and I would be watching my back for the rest of my life. So instead of living in fear, I decided to take action." I replied a bit weakly, glancing at the clock, 6:49.

"That is a reason, albeit not the best, but still a reason. I'm gonna leave so you can get some more rest."
"Hey, Jacob."
"Yes?"
"… Thanks for watchin' over me all these years."
"No problem, goodnight Chaos."

"Goodnight, Jacob," I said to my friend one last time. 6:54, that leaves six minutes.
Slowly I remembered how my parents had just left the driveway and another plowed right into our car. After he got out of his, he moved to the sidewalk an another came outta nowhere and tossed something on the wreck and it caught fire. I remember seeing my uncle Mephiles shoot both in the legs before calling the cops.

I looked at the clock feeling slightly tired 6:59, slowly the analog clock's second hand counted down to 7. I counted down with it, my eyes closed.
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