Asazi
Chapter 10
I was on my own again. I didn't know it then but I had actually started training for my future job as I scavenged Xynan's house. I actually started my training when I left his house. When I armed myself and prepared myself to pull the trigger. It was pull the trigger or die…do or die. No doubt that Brink had realized that I was a witness and that I could go to the cops…which meant that he had probably deployed his bunch and told them to hunt me down and bring me to them. His first mistake. His second was the fact that he highly underestimated me…highly…
I left the abandoned warehouse and walked deeper into the industrial part of Miami. Eventually, I got tired of it and turned around, walking back to the metropolitan area. I was, with no doubt, alone. On my own.
The death of Asazi and Xynan played through my mind over and over again like a movie. Brink, slowly pulling the knife through Xynan's waist, slicing him in half…Brink's knife going through Asazi's neck and peeking out the other end, right at the center of the throat…the blood sinking out of them…Xynan's intestines spilling—
I closed my eyes and blocked the thought from my mind. Eventually I would get over it. I stopped walking and smiled. If I'm gonna be killing people, I'm going to see lots of blood…I better get used to it. Slowly, reluctantly, I forced the thought back into my mind. His scream echoed in my own ears, though he was dead.
I played the scene over and over. I hesitantly got used to the blood, no longer gasped at the sight of it but began to welcome it; it meant that I hit the target. Or in this temporary case, Brink hit the target.
I got used to and continued walking down the streets. I had no food and I was hungry. I decided that if I were to survive, I would need a place to get food without easily being caught. I smiled. At the next intersection, I turned left on the sidewalk and saw exactly what I wanted to see in the distance, maybe fifteen miles away.
The beach. People were careless because they were having fun there. I started jogging. I had to be in shape if I was to outwit and outsmart Brink too. He was smart, no denying that. All, if not most, gang leaders were smart…it's just that they were rejects because the rest of the people that they were with couldn't get stupid enough to understand him. That was the way it was with most smart people nowadays…
Rejected for their smartness. Was it jealousy? Was it greed? No. It was jealousy. People were jealous so they insulted and took them down, tearing down their heart until they became careless, until they didn't care about the world and themselves.
I made another vow. I will never insult somebody out loud. Sure everybody does in there mind but if you do it out loud, it hurts them more, makes them more vulnerable to rage and unleashing everything they've kept inside…
I will never insult someone out loud.
It was simple. And honest. Insulting people breaks them. Turns them into bullies. How can you insult someone when they have a hard family life and can't help but be angry at school? How—why do you insult someone if they like to read?
I made another vow, then and there too. If I ever see someone insulting someone else insulting anyone else, I will take him or her down. Maybe not then, but soon after that.
I smiled as I jogged toward the lit beach; the road that I was taking led straight there without any other turns. Slowly, as I jogged toward the hot Miami Beach, the traffic on the road began to pick up. It was nearing lunchtime. For them and me.
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When I got there, I saw a few college parties and a lot of individual families and a few school buses around. Apparently elementary school was still in session down here in Miami. I noticed that a lot of the school kids, mostly, I estimated, were about second or third graders. I smiled and thought free swimsuits!
I looked around, still catching my breath from the twelve-mile run. No one was on the buses…hmm…how to get into them. Bust a window on the door and crawl through it. I was skinny so I could probably do it.
I walked back up to the huge parking lot and found an area that had rocks in it. I found a big one that I could barely lift and picked it up. It was burning hot from the high-noon sun. I ignored the pain and kept going. It hurt my hands but I had to take the pain. I made it to the school bus and looked around one last time.
No one around…no one nearby anyway. The rushing ocean's waves and the joyous, shouting kids blocked out the noise as I heaved the rock and—
It bounced off the door. I sighed. I had missed the glass. I picked up the rock again, my arms burning from weariness. I figured out why I missed; the car that was parked next to the bus was too close. I had tried to protect the car. My next thought was why? I heaved the rock again, this time the back of the rock scratching off some of the paint of the car but the rock smashed through the glass.
I smiled and dusted my hands off.
Then I looked at the broken shards of glass and—
FLASH! I screamed more and looked out the windshield. The road was coming up fast and—FLASH!
I was back, looking at the shards of broken glass, my breathing was fast…I had relived my car wreck. I had promised to myself I would never bring it back but…I couldn't help it. It happened so sudden and it was so surprising that I didn't even know what was happening until I realized the road was coming toward us real fast.
It was…exhilarating. But I never wanted to relive the crash again. My Daddy planning on surprising me and my loving Mommy so caring…they had given birth to me and loved me and died. Once again the question arose: Why did God always take the loving ones?
But a second later I realized the question itself was wrong. God doesn't always take the loving ones. God had saved me from Shawn. He had killed Shawn, saved me by doing so.
I snapped out of my train of thought and crawled through the broken window. The bus was packed with backpacks and swimsuits everywhere. Apparently the students were to change after lunch or something. I took my time, digging through the backpacks until I found the right swimsuit. It was a one-piece, colored like aqua camouflage.
I took off my clothes and put on the bathing suit, then took the emergency door at the back of the bus out; it's screaming alarm hurting my ears until I was away from the bus.
To make sure that the girl I stole it from spotted her swimsuit, I walked about a mile down the beach, close to a college party and a large, large family reunion. I could tell they were all family because a lot of their looks were similar to other's. About seventy people made up the reunion and they were having a huge family day at the beach.
I smiled. It would be a family day…and for awhile, I would be part of the family. They had started serving the hot dogs and hamburgers a few minutes ago. I snuck in, gradually making my way around without being noticed due to my size.
I got two hot dogs and three hamburgers onto one plate and walked away. It wasn't hard at all. No one noticed me…no one…noticed…
I cried as soon as I was away. No one noticed me. Just more proof that I was alone in the world. Alone.
I ate the food and, my oversized jeans and T-shirt in hand, I continued down the beach until I reached another area. This area had hardly anybody in it. Just a bunch of older teenagers with a boom box pumped up real loud and the group of guys and girls playing volleyball.
I stashed my clothes and guns in an old sandcastle and went swimming.
I swam for about an hour, enjoying the cool ocean water and thinking about Brink.
About how he sliced up Xynan and how he murdered them both. How Asazi cried and he ruthlessly put a knife through her neck. How he and his gang members came to Xynan's house and raped his girlfriend in it. And to think that I was to be as ruthless and emotionless as that.
No…it was like this: and to think that I'm going to be as ruthless and emotionless as that. Was that evil? Yes, it was. But I would kill the bad guys like Brink. I would become a sniper, a killer, a mercenary. A hired assassin that pulls the trigger, sending a bullet toward someone he or she didn't even know…I knew it was evil. But what was evil?
Was evil ruthlessly killing people for no reason? For a piece of turf? But was it evil to kill someone when they're hurting other people? I couldn't define evil…but I was so deep in thought that I didn't pay attention to my surroundings…
Didn't pay attention to who exactly was in that group.
And when I surfaced after holding my breath as long as I could, I looked toward shore to see Brink looking toward me with two of his buddies. He recognized me…and I recognized him. I made a mistake right then and there.
I should've acted like I didn't notice him, didn't recognize him…but I didn't. And from my face, he knew it was me, and from my face, he knew that he would have to kill me because of what I witnessed…
Author's Note
May the action begin in the next chapter. MWAHAHAHAHA!