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"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."—Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Prolog: His Story
It was hell. Or it could be worse than hell. Any sane people would at least get traumatic by only peeking a little. But, miraculously, there is a person that is capable to keep his sanity despite that he had passed through everything. And that person passed everything alone, without any help, standing by his side, supporting him, nor encouraging him. Rather they keep persuade him that he is a worthless, unneeded person, trying to break him down.
But, eventually he kept standing strong defeating everything. Even when his most trusted friend and family betrayed him, stabbing him from the back, and push him into the deepest abyss. And in somehow, he still able to stay alive without losing his true nature. Even though he kept it hidden, acknowledging his experience for not showing any weakest and for not trusting anyone. Thus, he wears many masks. Any individualism and identity you can think of, no one knew his true nature, or rather the one that knew already dead, buried six feet underneath the ground. Because partly that he always bring trouble and partly that the person was too fool to betray his trust.
One by one, those imbeciles keep betraying him. In the end, he learned his lesson. He trusted no one but himself. He became a lone wolf. Despite after been betrayed numerous times, he didn't put any grudge at anyone. He even saved those so-called friend and many unworthy life. Giving them second chance, but those ludicrous wasted it. They, the one weren't supposed to deserve any second, wasted it. A person once questioned him why would he do that.
"Each person deserve a second chance, no matter how horrible sin they had committed." Then he smiled and walked away ignoring the person wanting to ask another question. After that he didn't meet him again. The next time he met him, he witnessed him slaughtered a whole famiglia.
"Why did you kill all of them?" the brunette perked up, his cloth was dyed by crimson red. "These moronic weren't worth on living. They kidnap, rape, murder, drugs, any crime you ever hear. They've been doing it." His eyes was dull as always, with his red-stained cloth he looked more sinister than ever and his stares sending shiver down thought the spine making anyone would want to get away as far as they can.
He was fighting his urge to run away, knowing that the brunette won't do anything to him unless, he has some bad intent toward the brunette, which he didn't have any. "I thought you say that anyone deserve second chance?" the brunette blinked at the question, clearly not expecting the question based on the man nature. "Ah, I haven't finished my answer. They indeed deserve a second chance but not to the insolence fool that didn't notice their second chance and rather abused it."
The brunette turned into one body that was lying lifeless and apparently was the famiglia boss. "This rubbish had been sold children and women, enslaved young man, and distributing drugs to make people helplessly depending on him. I catch him wet handed, gave him an injury in his face and arm as a warning." There was a noticeable 'X' sign in his face. The brunette then grunted a little, "but this fool thought that the god was siding and protecting him just because he didn't die nor captured after met me, he got braver and arrogant. He distributed the drug and selling the slave in larger sum. Not only that, he even started to abuse his own family."
The brunette looked at the corpse with absolute disgust. "Then he sold his own family because they tried to protect themselves." The brunette then suddenly turned into the man, making the man flinched a bit. "Say, do you think that he deserved another chance?" the man stared at the brunette for a moment. His answer was certainly no. He was a hit-man, death or drugs were normal with him, but what that man had done was making him raging in rage, wanting to torture the man. It was unforgivable. He would even instantly kill the man at their first meeting.
Slowly, with shooting the same distasteful look at the body, he shacked. "He didn't deserve any chance. Not even a second chance." The brunette in front of him just chuckled, well aware of the hit-man attitude. "He still deserved a second chance." The man just sighed, "I'm not that nice or that patient waiting for a person to atone their sin. I would just kill them of, letting them to regret their action in the afterlife or better, hell." The brunette just smiled. "Figured out you would say that. You were kind after all."
The hit-man narrowed his eyes. Among all people he had meet, no one, not even single one to say that he was kind. People call him malicious. Even his companion affirmed that he was dangerous, merciless, not even once was kind. However, knowing by the brunette capability, he can't help but stunned. Did he just get complimented by the brunette? Or was it an insult? But he notice that even if he asked, the brunette won't answer but giving a mysterious, teasing or a mischievous look.
"Oh!" the brunette clapped his head then tilted his head. "What are you doing here?" the hit-man blinked for a moment then sighed, "Don't you think that just ruined the moment?" the brunette just blinked in confuse. "I come here for my mission, but you already did all of it." The brunette apologized but his face didn't seem apologetic at all.
This chapter is quite short. Don't worry the next chapter won't be this short.
While I had written ahead the story, I'm a slow worker since I have so many other wips I need to work with.
If you spot any grammatical and spelling mistake don't hesitate to correct me. Instead, please correct me.