A dark night with light rain dripping down slanted rooftops. A muffled grunt sounded then a snap echoed. A young man clothed in rages stood over a twisted corpse. He raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the broken glass straying about. Dark brown eyes, long dirty brown hair, face thin and angular. What time has done, a stray thought passed before he moved down and checking his new handiwork. Broken neck, broken nose, bruises, bad way to go. Still, not good enough. A thump interrupted his thoughts, he looked around, as slow and metallic taps slowly becoming louder.
“Old man, this is no place for your type” A tall lanky grey-haired man stepped out of the shadows. Instead of feet, he had metallic prosthetics. “I could say the same thing to you, but ill skip the talk. The boss wants you back, now”. The young man shook his head. “Cant. I’m not done” Taking slow steps forward, the older man tower over the young. “Who would care if you were gone? Anyone at all?” The gruff old man grumbled at him. He seemed to have made a choice. He smiled at next words of the young man. “No, I don’t” The young man answered. He looked deeply into the intruding older man’s eyes, he found weakness there. “But you do”.
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TIME 05:00 … DAY 01.09.20XX
In a lone beat down office building. There sat two figures in shallow candlelight. “Roy, Mind telling me why you triggered THE brother steel?” A well-dressed man taped the desk. His cold blue eyes hoveres over the other man. He was beaten and bruised but smiling. “I was just finding his ticks brother”. The man known as Roy answered with glee. “You’re lucky he did not kill you!” The well-dressed man slammed his fist in the desk, denting it. He extracted his fist and took a deep breath. Adjusting his ruffled dress sleeves, he raised himself and turned to look out “Can you finish what you started?” as the man said that Roy cracked his fingers and smiled wider. “Now you’re talking like me! Yes, I can.”
TIME 09:00 … DAY 07.09.20XX
Atop a small mall roof lay Roy prone holding a sleek rifle, un-silenced. He watched as man walked along, two metal legs shining, towards a woman and child. The half metal man’s smile was warm. BANG, time slowed as his smile chilled as he realised the bullet trajectory. Screaming he shoved them both away. He barely had time to feel as his left arm tore of his shoulder, blood spraying, BANG. The women stared as her beloved’s head splatter over her face. Far away a Roy smiled as he packed his rifle away. “Everything for family, right?”
-End