"...We shall spread our blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer
of God, we shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven. We shall
be known as the saints of vengeance..."
Saints of Vengeance
Chapter 1
I'd rather die than spend another night without you, but I have to stay here. I got a call from Matt two hours ago. Something has happened. I was completely shocked at what he said, and I was also curious. He said he had something for me. Something from Kyle, Kyle died a year ago. Today's the anniversary I guess, I was revisited by all the memories we had, all of them were good because Kyle was there. I miss him.
I packed up my clothes and got into my car, or Kyle's car actually, the red sports car. It didn't have a logo because it was the Don's custom made car that he had stolen. I drove to the airport and got onto my plane, tickets had been sent to me by Matt. I remembered that day on the plane with Kyle, how he had woken me up gently, I started realizing things after he died. The little things he did for me, they meant the most. Like that time in the prison, he had given me most of his food, when he needed the energy to stay alive, or when he said those words...I remembered them and I planned to ask Matt what they mean.
I got off the plane after a quick nap, the flight attendant had to wake me up, I was never like Kyle, always alert. I had arrived in China, where Matt lived now. At the airport, I was picked up by a familiar person, Julie.
"How are you Christy?" She asked kindly, she knew Kyle was still fresh in my memory, I had a feeling he will always be there.
"Been better."
I never really liked Julie, or hated her, to me she was just another person, I didn't know much about her either. She drove in silence and eventually we arrived. Matt was standing on the door steps of a gigantic mansion, when I looked closely, I saw that it was meant for two people. Only Matt lived there with Julie but they aren't two people, they are together, they are as one.
"Come on in." Matt still had the cheery tone of voice I remember from before.
We went in and Matt took me to his living room, a large room with a wall that's actually a TV. He must be rich, I thought.
"Here's what I wanted to show you," Matt took out a briefcase with the Elite insignia. He had stayed back that day, when Kyle died, now I knew why. "Kyle gave this to me, and I think you should have it."
I opened it, and I cried. It was his gun, his lock picks that had served him so many purposes, and his cross. I picked up the chain of the cross, and held it up to see it better, Denicalis was written on it in small letters near the bottom.
"Put it on, he always had it around his neck, and I have one too," He took out his, they were identical except his had Caducus written on it. "The gun was also his, and the picks too."
"I know," I said in a quiet voice, I picked up the gun, a 9mm, his favorite. I recited in my mind. That day at the shooting range, and then lunch with him afterwards. "What does the words mean?"
"Denicalis means the fallen, the dead. And Caducus means devotion for death, or destined for death. It's Latin." Matt put his cross back inside his shirt.
"I see, there's something else I need to ask you." I looked at Julie, "In private."
Julie nodded and left, I conjured up the words of Kyle for at least the thousandth time. "What does, 'Wo yuan yi wei ni, shen me do yuan yi. Duei bu qi' mean?"
Matt sighed, "Kyle tell you that?"
"Yeah."
"Thought so. It means, roughly, 'I am willing, for you. Willing to do anything for you. I'm sorry."
The tears that had dried up were over run by fresh ones, maybe it was better that I didn't know, but now what's done is done. Kyle was someone who couldn't be helped by anyone except himself. Now I know, he was fallen to death long before I met him. I lost myself to my sadness until I heard Julie's voice.
"There's more." She said as she sat down beside me. "This is his stuff from his room at Durden's place"
I took the bag from her hands, there were only a few personal items. A few CD's, his mp3 player, a few pictures of him, and a photo of Julie. My eyes lingered on the photo. Julie saw that and she quickly told me Ten gave it to Kyle before he left for Boston.
"That's ok," I picked all of Kyle's stuff up and stood up. "I'm gonna leave now, you two have a nice life together."
"Wait," Matt said quickly, "There's another reason I called you down here."
"I don't think I can take any more today, it's already too much." Even though I said those words, I still sat down.
"Maybe so, but it's important." Matt sighed, "I would like you to help me."
"In what way?" I asked, this was strange, I have no skills of value. "I can't do much to help."
"I don't need you to do anything. I just need you here."
I wondered what he meant, it can't be that he wants my company, so what is it? I looked to Julie, she didn't seem to have a problem with what Matt said. "Why?"
"My work is special, and I need more help. Normally, Julie would go with me, but I need you for this job."
"Why me?"
"Do you believe in fate?" He asked, he was pacing the room now, and Julie was still leaning against a wall. I sat on his sofa, thoughts reeling through my head, I wondered what he meant.
"Maybe."
"Well, fate has brought the four of us together, and fate has taken one of us, but that doesn't mean everything is over."
"I know. Just what is your job? And where does all this money come from?" I pointed around his house.
"The house has always been ours, mine and Kyle's. There are a few things I never told him or you."
"Like what?"
"Like, Kyle and I were sent away by our Father. He was a triad boss, and he knew his empire was crumbling, his ranks were filled with disloyal leaches who only wanted more money."
"That's..."
Matt held up a hand to silence me, "Let me finish first. I have inherited everything that was once my fathers. The problem is, I don't want it, but I'm forced to take care of it because a few rival groups are pressuring me to pay off my father's debts, I also need to collect some of the money people owe my father."
"Just how much do you owe? And how much do other people owe you?"
"My father owes about thirty million Chinese, but other people owe him much more. He dies while he was out at a charity drive." Matt sat down opposite of me, he leaned down and ducked hi head down. A few tears fell on the coffee table between us. "My father always said, enough good can offset the evil in the world, that's why he gave large amounts of money away to help. But one day, he was shot while handing over the check. You know? Those gigantic ones? A photographer was actually a hired assassin, his camera was actually a gun, when the flash first went off, everyone thought everything was normal, but when the bang reached their ears, my father was already dead, the bullet pierced his heart and he couldn't be saved."
A puddle had appeared on the coffee table, and Julie had sat down beside Matt, silently trying to comfort him. "I need your help because this job is personal, I plan to kill every single one of the triad bosses and rid this city of filth. I need you because you're the person that's closest to Kyle, I need someone who's bound to me by fate."
"I see."
"I will train you," Julie said. "I will teach you how to shoot, and how to fight hand to hand."
"I know how to shoot," Memories of that day flooded back again. "Kyle taught me."
Julie fell silent and Matt was back to normal. "So you in?" He asked.
"Yes."
Saints of Vengeance
Chapter 1
I'd rather die than spend another night without you, but I have to stay here. I got a call from Matt two hours ago. Something has happened. I was completely shocked at what he said, and I was also curious. He said he had something for me. Something from Kyle, Kyle died a year ago. Today's the anniversary I guess, I was revisited by all the memories we had, all of them were good because Kyle was there. I miss him.
I packed up my clothes and got into my car, or Kyle's car actually, the red sports car. It didn't have a logo because it was the Don's custom made car that he had stolen. I drove to the airport and got onto my plane, tickets had been sent to me by Matt. I remembered that day on the plane with Kyle, how he had woken me up gently, I started realizing things after he died. The little things he did for me, they meant the most. Like that time in the prison, he had given me most of his food, when he needed the energy to stay alive, or when he said those words...I remembered them and I planned to ask Matt what they mean.
I got off the plane after a quick nap, the flight attendant had to wake me up, I was never like Kyle, always alert. I had arrived in China, where Matt lived now. At the airport, I was picked up by a familiar person, Julie.
"How are you Christy?" She asked kindly, she knew Kyle was still fresh in my memory, I had a feeling he will always be there.
"Been better."
I never really liked Julie, or hated her, to me she was just another person, I didn't know much about her either. She drove in silence and eventually we arrived. Matt was standing on the door steps of a gigantic mansion, when I looked closely, I saw that it was meant for two people. Only Matt lived there with Julie but they aren't two people, they are together, they are as one.
"Come on in." Matt still had the cheery tone of voice I remember from before.
We went in and Matt took me to his living room, a large room with a wall that's actually a TV. He must be rich, I thought.
"Here's what I wanted to show you," Matt took out a briefcase with the Elite insignia. He had stayed back that day, when Kyle died, now I knew why. "Kyle gave this to me, and I think you should have it."
I opened it, and I cried. It was his gun, his lock picks that had served him so many purposes, and his cross. I picked up the chain of the cross, and held it up to see it better, Denicalis was written on it in small letters near the bottom.
"Put it on, he always had it around his neck, and I have one too," He took out his, they were identical except his had Caducus written on it. "The gun was also his, and the picks too."
"I know," I said in a quiet voice, I picked up the gun, a 9mm, his favorite. I recited in my mind. That day at the shooting range, and then lunch with him afterwards. "What does the words mean?"
"Denicalis means the fallen, the dead. And Caducus means devotion for death, or destined for death. It's Latin." Matt put his cross back inside his shirt.
"I see, there's something else I need to ask you." I looked at Julie, "In private."
Julie nodded and left, I conjured up the words of Kyle for at least the thousandth time. "What does, 'Wo yuan yi wei ni, shen me do yuan yi. Duei bu qi' mean?"
Matt sighed, "Kyle tell you that?"
"Yeah."
"Thought so. It means, roughly, 'I am willing, for you. Willing to do anything for you. I'm sorry."
The tears that had dried up were over run by fresh ones, maybe it was better that I didn't know, but now what's done is done. Kyle was someone who couldn't be helped by anyone except himself. Now I know, he was fallen to death long before I met him. I lost myself to my sadness until I heard Julie's voice.
"There's more." She said as she sat down beside me. "This is his stuff from his room at Durden's place"
I took the bag from her hands, there were only a few personal items. A few CD's, his mp3 player, a few pictures of him, and a photo of Julie. My eyes lingered on the photo. Julie saw that and she quickly told me Ten gave it to Kyle before he left for Boston.
"That's ok," I picked all of Kyle's stuff up and stood up. "I'm gonna leave now, you two have a nice life together."
"Wait," Matt said quickly, "There's another reason I called you down here."
"I don't think I can take any more today, it's already too much." Even though I said those words, I still sat down.
"Maybe so, but it's important." Matt sighed, "I would like you to help me."
"In what way?" I asked, this was strange, I have no skills of value. "I can't do much to help."
"I don't need you to do anything. I just need you here."
I wondered what he meant, it can't be that he wants my company, so what is it? I looked to Julie, she didn't seem to have a problem with what Matt said. "Why?"
"My work is special, and I need more help. Normally, Julie would go with me, but I need you for this job."
"Why me?"
"Do you believe in fate?" He asked, he was pacing the room now, and Julie was still leaning against a wall. I sat on his sofa, thoughts reeling through my head, I wondered what he meant.
"Maybe."
"Well, fate has brought the four of us together, and fate has taken one of us, but that doesn't mean everything is over."
"I know. Just what is your job? And where does all this money come from?" I pointed around his house.
"The house has always been ours, mine and Kyle's. There are a few things I never told him or you."
"Like what?"
"Like, Kyle and I were sent away by our Father. He was a triad boss, and he knew his empire was crumbling, his ranks were filled with disloyal leaches who only wanted more money."
"That's..."
Matt held up a hand to silence me, "Let me finish first. I have inherited everything that was once my fathers. The problem is, I don't want it, but I'm forced to take care of it because a few rival groups are pressuring me to pay off my father's debts, I also need to collect some of the money people owe my father."
"Just how much do you owe? And how much do other people owe you?"
"My father owes about thirty million Chinese, but other people owe him much more. He dies while he was out at a charity drive." Matt sat down opposite of me, he leaned down and ducked hi head down. A few tears fell on the coffee table between us. "My father always said, enough good can offset the evil in the world, that's why he gave large amounts of money away to help. But one day, he was shot while handing over the check. You know? Those gigantic ones? A photographer was actually a hired assassin, his camera was actually a gun, when the flash first went off, everyone thought everything was normal, but when the bang reached their ears, my father was already dead, the bullet pierced his heart and he couldn't be saved."
A puddle had appeared on the coffee table, and Julie had sat down beside Matt, silently trying to comfort him. "I need your help because this job is personal, I plan to kill every single one of the triad bosses and rid this city of filth. I need you because you're the person that's closest to Kyle, I need someone who's bound to me by fate."
"I see."
"I will train you," Julie said. "I will teach you how to shoot, and how to fight hand to hand."
"I know how to shoot," Memories of that day flooded back again. "Kyle taught me."
Julie fell silent and Matt was back to normal. "So you in?" He asked.
"Yes."