A siren echoed in a small part Sector 15 as a cruiser flew over the dead streets, making its final round of the night. Only a few were out at this hour, just getting a chance to go home, or they weren't quite done with their nightly misdeeds. We happen to be part of the second category.
We walked in groups of two, hands in our pockets and very few spoken words leaving our chapped lips, not wanting to arouse suspicion from anyone less they be listening. And what words were spoken, what we were doing was left out.
Our breath created white puffs as we walked, footsteps which seemed even louder than the dull thud they were, we finally turn and look into each others anxious eyes, before our gazes fell to the cracked concrete we walked on. As we grew closer, the butterflies gathered in the pits of our stomachs which had already been trying to escape...ceased. An odd feeling of eerie calm came upon us as what we had to do finally wore it's shock.
And, it's not like anyone hadn't killed before, but this was differnt. We're all so close to him and family, but he had betrayed us. We couldn't shy from that. We unfortunately had to do it, whether we liked it or not. Because no one disobeyed the Leader. And we all knew it. But...this wasn't gonna be easy.
And things went south quick. He fought back, Jason, the old man who had taken care of us when we first joined. The one who taught us the ropes and who made sure we got our dues. His wife and kids, we had to take them out too, and we made sure he watched. We had to send a message, make him think he would have a chance, before she shot him. Right in the head.
We left the bloody mess the same way we came. Groups of two, no words but odd glances and see mingling friendly smiles. We walked back to Harper's, the coldest walk back we've ever had. And it wasn't due to the temperature.
Harper's was as loud and as bust as always, especially since Garren was there. Looking up at the board, we see many of our own in the roster tonight. Harris, Valentine, May. Those three were always fighting. May even more than the others because she wanted a good life, and to her, punching people was the easiest way.
But before she could leave out little group, we had the grim task of informing Garren the task was done. And he was pleased. And that was it, we were paid, but told to stay and watch the fights. May excused herself, going to change, while the rest of us...we joined the crowds, and tried to forget what we just did.
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