Disarray and havoc stood before him. His could feel himself slowly combust into an array of emotions, starting with ferocity. His body was visibly shaking and swore he was blindsided by red. His pride laid damaged and beaten. And by what? A single zipcraft? Maybe two, according to his latest call. Normally, he'd gladly bring out a cannon of his own and blow the ones responsible to hell. More like the pieces of their bodies. Yet, now, he overlooked the scene with utter disbelief. No one had the nerve to pull a stunt like this on him. Felix De Leon, founder to the ever growing and prominent organization known as La Puerta. One of the richest motherfuckers around, along with the most ruthless. Did they know how long it took him to get where he is today? Did they know the challenges he endured, friends he lost, love he lost due to the throne he now owns? No. They hadn't a single fucking clue. They didn't know what it was like to start off as kid on the streets living on crumbs and dirt. To promise to escape from that hell hole, and successfully accomplish just that. Did they know the men he murdered to get here? The lives he had ruined? The many bastard children he made and left behind? He'd left everything he had ever known for this lifestyle and here it stood in ruins. This was his first love, family, friends and morals.
"Felix!" The muffled voice of a sweet girl he once knew cried out to him. He recalled her tiny figure; each time he held her or even made love to her, he was scared he'd break her. She had the most enduring and entrancing brown eyes. She held him when he was at his lowest. When he was picking up the pieces of his soul from the filthy floor of a poverty-stricken life. She was the first girl he'd ever said "I love you" to and actually meant it from the bottom of his heart. She was the sun. He found himself rotating around her. He prayed to God to allow her to stay by his side and God granted him that. They were Bonnie and Clyde, living as criminals, but together nonetheless.
"Felix!" Edie shook his shoulders hard and screamed louder, trying to beat out the sound of sirens and explosions. Felix snapped from his trance and shot her the vilest glower as he pulled out his handgun. They had escaped from Headquarters and now stood motionless in the fountain square, the dead center of the whole compound. Felix stood near the fountain and fingered the trigger to the handgun as ships flew overhead.
"You mean my ship's out there with no one it?" Jet grunted, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes away from Spike's reflection in the dashboard.
"You should be happy I'm even here, saving your ass." Sassed Spike with a smirk. "So, did you find your princess?"
"Ed's our eyes. She is using the cameras to try and scope her out. Hopefully she's here or this will be all for nothing."
"You got that right. I highly doubt Mr. Pompous Pants is gonna take this well, us barging into his home and tearing it apart."
"We'll talk about that later."
"BINGO! I spot Eddy!" Sang Ed as she typed in Tomato and twirled it to display video footage of two people lingering near some sort of...
"She's by some fountain. Find that fountain, Ed. Do you think you can handle the remaining crafts by yourself?" Jet directed his question towards Spike.
"Jet, do you not know who you're talking to here?" Jet grinned hard and nodded.
As a zipcraft approached the fountain square, Felix lifted his handgun and aimed for the window pane. At recognizing the Hammer Head, Edie swiftly pulled one of her hunter's knife that was housed in her boot and rammed it into Felix's side, causing him to stumble. She kicked the gun from his hands and pressed another knife against his throat as he huddled to the ground. "I wouldn't pull that out if I were you. Or else you won't see your precious fiancee again." His eyes caught afire in response to the latter statement.
"Go ahead and do it. Slice my throat. It'd be the wisest course of action considering if I live, I will go after you and your friends. And I will make them suffer, and make you watch before I kill you... myself."
"You don't scare me, Felix." Edie inched the knife closer and nicked his skin. Blood oozed from the cut and streamed down his neck. Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears that she didn't hear the Hammer Head land just feet away from them.
"Edie!" Gruffed Jet, waving his hand out to her.
"Jet." She sighed, looking back at him. Jet stood still and awaited her.
"This can all go away, Eddy. If you choose to stay with me...I will spare them and proceed as if this never happened." Felix clutched onto his wound, with the knife protruding out of his body. Blood soaked his designer button up and seeped into his pants.
"Like hell, the committee would allow that." She let out a light chuckle.
"I own them, so what I say, goes." Blood slipped through the corners of his mouth as he spoke in whispers. Edie lowered the knife from his neck and returned it to her boot. She caressed his face with her slim fingers and kissed his forehead.
"I don't love you anymore and I never will." She remarked harshly and turned away from him, not meeting his eyes. Felix's eyes followed every step she took, farther away from him. He watched with bleak eyes and…. desperation? He spit and cursed the floor she walked on. Why does it suddenly feel like he can't breathe? Like he's suffocating or something large is pressing down on his chest, threatening to break his ribcage and everything encased in it. It didn't hurt like this when she was declared dead. This was a different type of hurt… it was abandonment . He had sworn to himself long ago that'd he never feel that way again. His mother and father left. Left him without any hesitation, along with this world who claimed him an outlast and scum. But she never left him. Said she'd always be there. He recalled their discussion. They had just made love and he rested his head on her lap while she ran her cold fingers through his hair. Every so often he checked to see if that sliver of gold still remained on his finger, and he'd be reassured when he'd find it there. When she'd lay her hand down or he would hold her hand, he would search for it on her own hand. It was more than a piece of gold, it was promise between the two of them. An unspoken promise to never leave each other. Technically, he had kept his end of the bargain, but had she?
He watched as she ran to the husky man and wrapped her arms around his neck. How he held her waist with a tight grip and when he picked her up, how she kissed his lips softly. He could see the flush creep into the face of the stoic man and it enraged Felix to no end. More than anything in this world, more than all the fame, fortune and influence, Felix wanted to murder that man with his two bare hands in the most gruesome ways possible.
Felix grabbed the hilt of the hunting knife and tore it from his body. He growled as warm liquid gushed from the wound. With the knife in hand, he took it and stabbed the earth.
"You're already dead. You just don't know it."
