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Alone in this world

Chapter 18

Murder of a drug dealer

Marshall wondered around each street in the downtown area of the city. It was the dirty and sleazy part of this nice city; he kept going down each street until he ended up on river drive. He looked around the various building of closed down shops and sleazy strip bars in this area, he finally got down the block to see a few apartment complexes, a smile crossing Marshall's face as he continued forward. He went up to the first apartment, he checked for signs of residence; going in and searching up and down the building for anyone to be here. he sighed as he found out a family was still living here, He left them alone along with the building as he continued his search, he rounded around and up and down a few more buildings but they were all still inhabited. With the continuous lack of luck to find an abandoned apartment building, he was starting to wonder if that pig Malik was even telling the truth or he took the Richie's real location to his grave. He gritted his teeth, getting frustrated more and more.

He got to the last building; he prayed that this building was abandoned. He walked in and started scooping out the individual rooms on the first and second floor; so far the rooms had cobwebs and were crawling with rats. Marshall was disgusted at what he was looking at, this building was disgusting, and the rooms on the third floor had mold in the rooms. Marshall was getting the impression that this place was abandoned since no cleaning lady even bothered to clear out these rooms. When he got to the top floor, he checked the room, getting no indication where Richie was but until he reached the second room; the strong smell of alcohol and burnt metal came from this room. He covered his nose and took a peak in; he saw a room lit by a flickering light that showed the room was filled with broken glass and half-filled whiskey bottles. He observed further to see a table stacked with drugs and needles, at the end was a guy with an undercut dyed green. He didn't seem to notice Marshall looking in as he was counting the bundles of money, he smiled; it was good to know that Malik told him the truth. He now understands why he didn't know Elias's location, that bastard was not trustworthy if he just told anyone who beats him.

Marshall closed the door again, he backed away from the door and tried to think up a way he would lure him out here. He smiled as he went over to the wall beside the door; he knocked rather loudly and stepped away. He hid against the wall of the opposite side of the door.

"Who's there? Bud? Mitch? Hello?" Richie called out.

Marshall held his breath in as he heard Richie come over to the door, he saw the door knob turn; feeling adrenaline rush through his body as the door opened. Richie walked out and looked in the direction where Marshall knocked on the wall; Marshall took this chance and snuck up behind him. Marshall grabbed Richie's head and smashed it against the door; Richie fell to the ground unconscious. Marshall smiled as he grabbed him and pulled him back into the room.

Richie woke up, everything was blurring. He couldn't remember much but he tried to get up, he gasped when he looked down to find his arms and legs bound to a chair. He struggled to get out but the twine restrains hurted and he felt most of his limbs go numb. He looked around, fully regaining his sight. His eyes widen when he saw Marshall standing before him.

"Who are you?!" Richie spatted as he moved around.

Marshall walked up to him and punched him in the face, making Richie recoil in pain.

"I ask the questions here, your only here to answer them." Marshall said firmly as he backed away a little.

"Hey fuck you buddy!" Richie cried.

Marshall punched him again. "We can do this the easy way or you can pick your buddy Malik's way."

Richie's eyes widen. "Malik? What the fuck did you do to him?"

Marshall smirked, taking out his switch blade. Richie got the gesture. "You fucking murderer! I'll kill you!"

Marshall glared at him coldly. "I'm the murderer? What about you? What about that group of kids you raped and killed two years ago? You shot them dead and hung their bodies up a tree. Oh and let's not forget those school girls you kidnapped, raped, tortured and burned them. What I did to Malik was nothing what you did. I'm only repaying your awful deeds."

Richie seemed to sink into his chair, Marshall walked over to the table and started running his fingers over the bags of drugs, he saw he had quite a variety; weed, coke, heroine, meth and everything else.

"Hey! Keep your paws off that!" Richie barked.

Marshall didn't listen but he did grab a needle and lighter, he grabbed some of the heroine and melted a spoonful; he repeated this until the syringe was full of 3 dosages of heroine. He walked back over to Richie who tried to get away.

"Hey man keep that shit away from me!" Richie cried.

"But I thought you liked the high you got from this shit." Marshall held the needle close to his arm. "I you don't want to die from an overdose then I suggest you tell me where Elias is. Malik said he always told you."

"I am not any backstabbing liar like him!" Richie refused.

Marshall rolled his eyes; he took out his switch blade and put the syringe down. He held the blade down to his fingers, Richie stared in horror. Marshall Cut off one of his fingers which made Richie howl in pain, he cut off another finger which caused Richie to cry. Marshall was getting ready to cut another one off.

"Okay! Okay!" Richie cried. "I'll tell you."

Marshall smiled and took the knife away. "Let's try this again, where are Elias and the other two gang members?"

"I don't know where Elias is, he told him where he was staying but I don't know if he's really staying there. Elias likes to fuck with my mind and tell me useless shit but I know where Bud and Mitch are, their at an apartment in the nicer side of this city."

"Which apartment?" Marshall asked impatiently.

"Fuck you!" Richie spat.

Marshall gritted his teeth; he grabbed Richie's hand and cut off the rest of the fingers. Richie burst into tears and moved around in the chair, he tried to kick him but couldn't.

"Which apartment?" Marshall asked again.

"West side! The blue painted one! Room on sixty!" Richie cried.

Marshall nodded his head. "Good boy, now; where's Elias?"

"I don't know man; he changes his location a lot. He has a few homes on the north side but he's barely ever there but but- he likes to hang around out in an apartment two streets down from Bud and Mich." Richie coughed through tears.

"Is that all?" Marshall asked.

"Yes! That's all I know! I swear it on my mother's grave, just please let me go." Richie pleaded.

Marshall sighed and shook his head. "Sorry Richie but- I can't let you blowing my cover."

Richie's eyes when wide when Marshall went for the heroine syringe. Marshall grinned evilly as he plunged the needle into his arm and injected the drug. Marshall watched Richie, panicking and slowly dying from the overdose. Marshall grabbed the whiskey bottles and poured it over Richie's body before all over the money and drugs. Once those were covered, he did the whole room, dowsing it in alcohol before grabbing and lighting a match.

"See ya, ya bastard." Marshall flicked the match on the floor.

The alcohol instantly catching and lighting the whole room ablaze, Marshall took his leave and walked calmly down the steps and out the door. He smiled at his victory. He now knows where the other two gang member and Elias were, he killed two of them but that wasn't enough. He wasn't stopping until they were all dead but Elias will get the worst of it for hurting Fionna. Elias better watch out because nobody messes with Marshall Lee. No one.

wow

Marshall's got a vendetta against these guys

hope he doesn't get caught

-A