Redemption

By

Kurt Baros aka the falcon

The name's that used are off a web site, no actual names are of people so don't get mad at me for what ever reason whether your name is in this story or are offended by it I wrote also I don't own any right's to the Professional.

What if a hit man, Kale Mills wanted redemption for everything he has done, would it be enough to right the wrongs that he has done, would he be forgiven or would he sill be damned?

Chapter 1

As the smoke clears and the gun fire stops a man slide's down against a wall struggling to breath "cough" blood trickles down from his mouth he wipes the blood away and looks at all the dead bodies laying around him.

"God yo'll were some tough bastards to kill… you sick fucks"

Summons the strength to spit on the closest one. Afterwards coughs rank his body.

"Jess I hope you got those kids to safety"

Coughs and inhales sharply as his body is rocked by pain. He hears footsteps walking towards him. In his mind he thinks

"If I'm going to die ill take as many of them with me as I can before I go."

With that he raises his gun summoning the last of his strength as several men walk towards him.

Boris Stanislav was the younger brother of the local Russian mafia in the area, his job was to clean up his older brother's mess. As he walked into the room he saw about 2 dozen of his older brothers best men dead or dieing on the ground. Then he saw a man leaning against the wall, the man raised a gun towards him, and pull the trigger –click- Boris nearly shit himself. The man cussed something but he couldn't hear it and dropped his arm down, the gun skid away from him and started to cough badly. Boris heard the man mumble something

"Go ahead and get it over with you Russian son of a bitch"

Boris Stanislav was wondering who this man was then everything clicked into place .

With a heavy Russian accent "so you're the American cowboy that has been causing all this trouble" he looks at all the dead bodies "I wish we could have bought you instead of who ever bought you to take back my brother's merchandise"

Boris signs and draws his Tokarev TT and aims at the man "so who hired you hmm…"

The man labors to breath, Boris knew the man didn't have long to since he had about 2 or 3 dozen gun shot wounds. The man then spits saliva and blood onto Boris's shoe's and says

"No one paided me you cheap vodka drinking russkey –coughs badly- I did it to save those kids"

Boris looks down at his now ruined three hundred dollar pair of Mezlan Lizard shoes and rage boils in him, he put's his gun to the American bastards head, his hand tremble in rage the man coughs and calmly looks up at him and says

"Do it –wheezes- DO IT YOU COWARD" has a coughing fit "what are you waiting for"

Boris realizes that the man wants to die and pulls back the gun then rises to a standing position

"No I think you will live long enough to tell us what we won't to know"

Boris turns to two of the men in the room with him and tells them in Russian.

"Tie him to that chair and…" he looks to the third person in the room. "You go get some plasma and fluids so he won't die before I let him"

The thug replies "yes sir" and leaves the rooms.

The two thugs walk toward the man on the ground and pick him up and set the man in the chair then hand cuff him to the chair. Boris pulls up a chair and says

"You could at least tell us you name?"

Then puts a cigarette in his mouth then pats himself down for his lighter. The man looks at the Russian as says.

"The name Kale"

The Russian replies "do you got a last name?

Kale replies "Mills..."

Boris eyes grow wide and the cigarette falls from his mouth and me stares at a living legend of the underworld

"you mean your Kale "the gunslinger" mills…" he looked at the man stunned "you're the one who single handily gunned down half of the Italian De Luca mob in Chicago…then some how executed De Luca him self and disappeared."

The man doesn't reply. The one who went out to get the plasma and fluids stepped into the room with another man who started to hook up the stuff and said in Russian

"This wont keep him alive for long" Boris nods and then turns back to Kale "you might be a legend but here you going to tell me what I won't to know or I'll make your death slow and painful"

Kale coughs and then narrows his eyes at the Russian, spits in his face

"Fuck you… 'coughs' "…you greasy bastard" with that Boris wipes his face and puts a bullet through Kales right legs. Kale winces and grits his teeth in pain. "Fuck you ill never tell you anything"

Boris loses his temper and starts to beat the man badly after awhile the man slumps to his side and mumbles.

"Am I home" and stops breathing.

The man that hooked kale up walks over and checks his pulse

"He's dead Boris… you killed him"

Boris yells and pulls out his Tokarev TT and the man jumps out of the way as Boris empties the 7 remaining rounds from his gun into Kale. And then he throws it at him missing him.

"You American piece shit how dare you… you…"

With that he walk up the now dead Kale and kicks him over, and then Boris kicks this Kale's body about 7 times. He straitens up breathing heavy and then straiten his hair.

"String his body in red square as a warning to anyone else who defies us… ill tell my brother that there was no survivors… does everyone got that" everyone nods and Boris leaves.

Just before he dies his life flashes before his eyes and Kale see's his birth then his messed up childhood then his training in the army and several mission. Then he sees the one who saved him and showed Kale life was a great thing, a though forms in his mind

"Jess… I hope you move on with your life…" with that he sees a light before him and voices calling to him. He looks at the light and says "am I home."

This is the end of chapter 1 … please review