I need to get him.

I am not on the right speeding limit now but I do not care anymore because I need to catch that man!

I've been feeling eyes looking at me as I climbed up my motorcycle in the morning. And right now, I am on the road chasing the owner of those eyes.

It has been years since the massacre happened, but I won't ever forget the faces I saw that night. And right now, I am chasing one.

Mine to kill.

He is a member of the organization that killed my mother. He is the one who gave the handkerchief to the lady after she dig German's wound by the nail.

And anyone who is connected with the woman who killed the precious woman I've ever known will die.

I will kill them. All of them.

I saw him enter an alley and I followed him without a doubt.

This is my chance to redeem myself.

He suddenly made a turn and I was greeted by the trashcans he purposely hit.

The distance between us grew wider because of what he did so I reached my fastest speed to keep up with him.

A head from the backseat appeared and shots me with his gun.

How foolish of him to think he would easily hit me. How funny of him to challenge a madwoman.

I saw him try to aim for my motorcycle but I already expected that so I moved it to the other lane.

Seeing how irritated he is with his failed shootings, I decided to take advantage of his little emotion moments and shot him in the head.

With his bad position in the car while shooting, it was easy for him to fall off the car's window.

I noticed some hair in the passenger's seat so before she can actually go out for her shot, I already anticipated her head popping out of the window.

Headshot again.

But this time her body remained in the car's seat. So she is luckier than the latter.

Though both dead.

The car entered what seemed to be an abandoned building and I followed it only to be greeted with a number of shits.

It is obviously a trap.

My motorcycle wheels screeched loud when I made an abrupt parking.

I got off my motorcycle and removed my helmet, with a blank expression on my face. I carefully pressed the gun in my body and feel the folded sword in my legs, a bit small for them to notice as a sword.

I mentally counted the number of men in the place. Fifteen.

Different angles.

I looked up to look for a good position later on.

The one driving the car opened his door and faced me with a victorious smile. His suit is very out of the place, but it can accommodate him for his today's death so it's a fine deal.

He is obviously mocking me because I was trapped.

This is your trap. Not mine.

Stupid.

"What a pretty woman visiting us today," he wiped the bloodstain in his coat before checking me out.

Too bad he found no possible damage on me.

Did your teammates disappoint you?

Aww.

"Like what you see?"

It was me mocking him this time.

I saw his smile falter a bit.

It was you and all these men who will be killed later. And I won't leave anyone breathing— or living.

"I remembered you being sweet and polite as a child, now you are sharp-tongued and bitter. I wonder why? "

I saw him thought of something and his eyes twinkled with joy.

I maintained a blank face, not interested in this conversation.

Why don't we just let our guns talk?

"Ah, I remember a hot night. When we decided to rummage a house and ended up seeing a woman's body so bea—"

I felt an immediate anger explode in my head so I quickly grab my gun and shot him before he can even finish talking.

Rage is filling me in as I listen on how dirty and happy he is remembering that night, that I want to easily end it.

He fell on the floor with his mouth exploded with my shot.

He brought his own death. If only he didn't open that mouth of him, his life would be a bit longer.

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I held my gun down.

"You talk too much," I said and scratched the back of my ears.

I then turned my sight to his accomplices and saw a second of their shock.

"Who's next? " I said, bored on the easy kill.

"Bitch" someone mouthed and I smirked at how their movements become eager immediately.

Then the shooting begins.

I ran towards a foundation wall and hid myself from their shooting for a while.

They should have brought someone wiser, that way I'll easily die hiding. But they are too stupid to not think about that.

They thought them outnumbering me will make me down?

You cannot beat an avenging woman with just a number, especially when you touch a memory of her you aren't even deserving to talk about.

I started shooting them and then hide again and dropped down shooting their legs to somehow divert their attention as I ran towards the stairs.

The gun I am using ran out of bullets so I hid myself again to fill it again. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulders but I ignored it knowing that I should make the most out of my time.

Critical at my current position with their guns firing at me, I hissed and thought of throwing smoke bombs.

I've already memorized their positions before going up so it was easy for me to anticipate their possible movement.

I shoot and shoot above them until few of them are left standing.

I then jumped to get down fast, nearing them. I grabbed my sword and unfolded it behind them.

Time for sword practice.

I slashed each of them left. Feeling their blood against my skin. Enjoying the sound of their pain.

But I left one and wounded him in his legs so bad he immediately kneeled down.

I pulled him out of the building, made him face the heat of the sun and the rough floor.

"Who are you working with? " I asked and gripped him hard by the shoulder.

He only smirked at me. And I hate how his eyes still traveled on my body.

This guy will not tell me things I should know.

I am very aware of these kinds, the loyal dogs who will only piss you without spilling the tea.

Annoyed at how I predict he won't talk, I immediately pushed him hard to the ground making his lips bleed.

I returned to the building and drove my motorcycle out.

I purposedly passed my wheels to his left hand making him shout in pain.

Looking in the side mirror, I noticed him still breathing.

Someone's still alive?

I told myself I won't leave anyone like that.

I made a quick turn and shot him from the distance.

I am serious when I said I won't leave the place with anyone breathing still.

I drove out fast of the place and quickly decided to head to the mansion to talk about my plan on how to catch those behind my mom's death.

I can offer my life as a bait to make those shits come out.

I am not scared. I've waited all these years just to meet all of them again.

Leaving my motorcycle badly parked in front of the house, my steps are fast to have a serious talk with that man.

I entered the house full of blood staining my body and clothes—and here he is peacefully eating his lunch, with no marks of dirt in his white long sleeves.

"I need your mafia," I abruptly said, disregarding the thoughts passing my mind.

He lifts his head to look at me as if he just noticed me now. He inspected me with his eyes.

"Have a seat," he said and continued to slice the meat on the plate as if he didn't hear the urgentness of my voice.

The chair created a sound when I immediately seated near him to make him see my point.

"I saw some of them. They are watching me. I killed those men just today but we need to plan to get back at them!"

A plan is already building in my mind. I am sure I can damage them, but I am also sure I cannot destroy that organization myself. No matter what confidence I have, I am not a fool to know the possibility of me dying. And I do not want to die yet, without getting the justice my mom deserves.

With his help, there is a big chance we will win. With the mafia, we can be more powerful to get back at them.

"You should not dwell on the past too much," he said after minutes of silence and bit on the food in front of him.

Taking it all easy.

My breathing hitched and I closed my eyes to control myself from exploding.

Why shouldn't I dwell on my mom's death?!!

Why should I not make a move when it is obvious that the enemy is just out there again?!!

"Dad, you know that's not the case," I said and got nearer to him again to make him feel that I have a plan.

That it isn't one of those careless acts.

That I am swallowing my pride to get this all done.

I saw him drop the knife and fork irritatedly.

"You are ruining my lunch with your useless blabberings and dirty appearance," he said, glaring at me.

I touched the inside of my mouth with my tongue and stared at him in disbelief.

Wow!

Disappointed, I stood up and walk a few steps back.

Here I am finding hope in him and he just said I am ruining his meal? Ruining his meal because of the blood sinking on my skin?

Useless blabberings?

"Hah" my lips are shaking without my permission and that is all I can say as a response.

I should have never expected anything from him.

I am a fool to believe he will listen.

Why did I even try?

I should have known better!

Before my eyes give off all my emotions, I turned back at him, my chest moving up and down, not just because of anger,

but also because of a suffocating feeling.

"You just proved to me again that you deserve nothing from me."

I waited for him to say something but it never came.

I've never wronged you...

It is the only favor I am asking you...after all the years.

I can feel a lump building up on my throat right now. I opened my mouth because I might fail to say what I wanted to say later on.

"Please forget that I've e-ever"

I closed my eyes and stop myself from breathing for a moment because that would only stifle a cry.

"... ever been your child,"

I marched fast— too scared that he might sense what's going on with me. That his words still affect me, even with the years of surviving alone.

"Change the cover of the chair,"

I heard him casually ordered before I stormed out of the house, with pain and disappointment heaving in my heart.

I made a noise as I slide my way, hitting all that is blocking my sight out of the mansion.

I was broke the day my mom died. I was broke me the moment I cried for him when my mother is being covered by the soil. I am broke with years of not having him as my home.

And today, I am broke again.

I felt broke as he disproved the only little hope I've left for him.

My eyes blurring my sight and with my driving, I probably look like I've cast all the darkness outside to spread it on this cold night.

She is his wife. And he watched how they unevenly destroy her that night! How she bleed, being violated, and cried.

Why is he not agreeing with me?

Why is he not even seeing what I am asking from him?

Why won't he hear me...

I reached a familiar street and I continued driving until I reached a bungalow house. I climb up the gate and opened the steel door for entering vehicles, never minding if the owner is hearing the noises I'd done at his gate.

I climbed up my bike again and parked it just beside the monster car.

I wiped the wet tears in my cheeks my emotions allowed, and entered the house without permission.

I am welcomed by a large man and an open television, and he is playing with the phone in his hand.

I don't know if it is his knowing eyes seeing through me or all the things I've experienced today, but the moment his eyes laid on me, my tears were brought back to life and I ran to him, not caring about him getting stained by me. Not caring about the fake mask being removed, when I showed him all I am feeling right now.

I throw myself at him and he gently put his arms on my back to assist me and stop me from falling on the couch.

"I called him dad!" I shouted and crumpled his shirt.

He stayed silent.

And remained silent for a long time.

Letting me feel all the heaviness I am fed up with right now.

Catching all the tears I'm shedding.

"Finally I called him dad again..." I let a sad smile and repeatedly punched his chest to stop mine from hurting.

But it only worsened.

Tears renewed in my eyes more.

"I called him dad," I whispered now to myself, making me understand.

But I couldn't understand.

Weak, I curled in his arms as he softly taps my back to sleep, with tears wet on my cheeks and blood painted on my face.

And above all, with my heart ripped into pieces, by someone who should stop anyone from making me cry.

I really lost him.