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Mutant amongst men
"Didn't I tell you this would happen băiat?" Raul repeated for the third time as he removed a cigarette from his mouth and his more trusted employees strapped the young man down to a wooden chair. "Oh, băiat is Romanian for boy by the way, but back on topic, I told you no double crossing would go unpunished."
The young man's name was James Arzator. Before this moment he was a up and coming member of Raul's gang, but word had soon got around that he was in fact just a wired cop trying to work his way up the ranks so that he could tear down the organization from the inside out.
He cried out "I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry Mr. Stringer!"
"Ah-Ah- Ah băiat! When the mask's on-" and Raul had just equipped his mask " -nobody! Nobody at all refers to me as anything other then the Counselor! You should know that by now." With that he'd heard enough talking, the boss made a hand motion and his servants covered Arzator's mouth with a rag rendering him uncompromisable. The same thug then forced the officer's head back to hold him still.
Raul/Counselor then leaned in close with the cigar he was smoking and placed it, still burning, atop to the traitor's right eyeball singeing the cornea. The young boy tried to pull his eyelid down in protection from the drug but it was pried up by yet another of The Counselor's men.
His screams were muffled by the rag and none of the gangsters stopped their operation for him. The counselor made another hand motion and a knife was taken from a small table beside the chair. "Do you know where the jugular vein is turncoat?" James of course couldn't really reply to his former boss, so Raul pointed it out with his index finger aimed near the center of his neck "It's right here, and if that gets cut... You're dead like punk rock son!"
Counselor's men knew what to do next as this was practically a regular procedure now in days. The lackey took the knife and slid it half way across the traitor's neck. He started slowly from the left side and worked his way up close to the jugular. The shredding pain James felt would be hard to compare to any other sensation.
Blood shot out like an ocean from a destroyed dam and even Raul had to take a step back in hopes of persevering his white suit. Eventually the boss' men stepped back from the officer as he is losing consciousness and trying to rest his head. The traitor comes close to blacking out just as Raul lifts his head up so that they can meet eye to eye. Never before had James been so terrified of that mask until now in his final moments. Raul back up once more.
Everything was cold and tinting into the gray scale but he could still see that The Counselor was removing his white business suit and moving in closer again. Next he could feel The Counselor's cold and gloved fingers reaching into the gash left behind by the knife. There were really only two fingers digging their way to the jugular but it felt like whole snake crawling around the wound.
"Goodnight băiat." Raul lastly says before crushing the vein in between his two fingers and palm.
"Alright boys. Lets clean up here. We've got more business to do out there... Oh and can one of you bring me some germ-x, some of that blood soaked RIGHT THROUGH the glove!"
"I see your frown
And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
And it goes off"
-Arctic Monkeys, Marty Bum
Oh Emma, my lovely girl, you knew how you had me wrapped around your pretty finger like a wedding ring. So I'm sure when you told me what those dirty bastards had done to you and your dear sister you secretly knew I was going to hunt them down for all they were worth. So why did you look so surprised when I hopped on my motorcycle with my favorite Katana?
Nothing on Hell or Earth could had hidden them from me. I told you I'd find your sister and bring her back to you and my word was of course my bond.
I found them like lightning and hit as hard as could.
Only I didn't expect to get killed by them so quickly.
I'd cheated death like life was just a game of poker. Now I just lived out each day training with... I don't f*cking know... Monks maybe?
I wanted to get back to the mission and then back to you Emma, but they insisted otherwise and I couldn't risk getting my a*s handed to me so bad once again...
I know you can't read this Emma because... well... I killed you... But you're sister can still be rescued. I've figured out that she was kidnapped by sex slave traffickers and trust me, I've been butchering them like it's Friday the Thirteenth everyday (does that mean I'll die at the end?). Though it's been years, I know she's still out there. She just has to be. I need her to be. She's the the only part of my past life with you that still seems wholesome. Innocent. I'll save her soon whether she wants it
Now, in hindsight I totally see how targeting the crime lord of Japan was a bad idea, but the Gonzan no Okuribi bonfire celebration in Kyoto was the crystal opportunity to get close.
I'd spent so much time obsessing over claiming revenge for my bastard father that I'd didn't even take to time to learn proper JapaneseWhen I had finally gotten close to the man instead of proposing my offer to help him, and lead him into a trap, I think I threatened to burn his car... Or maybe his face... I don't really know.
Rookie's mistakes. Smh
Landed me in more trouble then I thought I could handle too.
So there I was running away from his sharply dressed and well trained bodyguards. These were the type of guys large enough to make a guy like me a human pants belt.
On any other day they could have taken me down with ease, but not today. No today under my Levi clothes I had prepared for battle. Sure I had brought these weapons for taking out the crime boss, but I'd started this new situation and I was sure as hell going to finish it.
We fought all around the bonfire hill of the Gozan no Okuribi celebration, but it ended with all of my pursuers more than just dead.
My main target had escaped in the mist of the battle so I've still got work to do, but I was able to "convince" one of the bodyguards to tell me were he would probably run to so we'll be meeting again very soon.
By the time you get this letter it is, or at least it should be, our first anniversary.
I had it all planned out from the moment you said yes. The day would have started with red champagne in the morning. Your favorite. Though apparently you were more interested in getting paid for my head than you were actually interested in being with me.
I remember that morning so vividly. You and some anti-mutant activist staring at me from the foot of our king sized bed. Knifes and all kinds of fun weapons in hand. How are those friends of yours now? I tried to make sure to break their jaws and leave them dying slowly.
I wrote this letter just to let you know you didn't escape that morning out of skill or good luck. I've changed my identity once again, moved out of site and now all I do is plan out how I'm going to get you back.
Now of course by now you've discovered that the tires of all your luxury cars have been slashed and those flee market guards you hired for protection are... Well... Out of the picture as my dad would say.
You'll want to escape to some where safe but the latte you had this morning, like you have every morning, was full of rufi so good luck with that. The effects should kick in anytime now so sweet dreams.
How do you feel? Or better yet how does it feel to wake up with significantly less limbs? I left you with your left arm and a good hospital. Is the hospital it's self similar? It should, I use to work there. I still work here actually. lol
You probably didn't read this letter all at the moment you got it because of the rufi, so you probably won't really get to read this part. Oh well. Hopefully one of your xenophobic friends will find this at your grave and know what they have to fear. You all picked the wrong one to f*ck with. I won't stop until I'm the one they have nightmares about.
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