Chapitre 14: All Sides Of Me Part 2
Several Hours Later... - Real World - Leonardo's Point Of View...
"So here we are... now where's the payment, you little fuck?" The ever so annoying voice of my victim echoes from behind me as I wave my hands defensibly.
Promptly stalling for time as we approach closer to the dead drop."I-its h-here! S-see the silver box? T-that's it!"
Noticing the box in question laying hidden behind a few stone stairs which lead to the entrance of the sewer, Carol then quiets down while looking around to make sure that nobody is around that can see the exchange. After all, its not everyday that one manages to bully a rich brat into paying them ten grand just to keep silent. She hasn't told anyone about this little outing... well, that just makes my job easier.
Noticing the yellowish glow of Viri's eyes behind the sewer gates, I let myself grin for a moment before grabbing the box and putting it down."J-just give me a-a-a m-moment t-to open it and you'll h-have the m-money!" I tell her as she turns her head away from me in disgust... perfect."Fuckin' wimp..."
She mutters out the last words she will ever say as the box opens and I grab the Hudson Bay Axe and promptly turn around as I swing sideways in full force, the massive blood-thirsty grin on my face forces hers to give out an instinctual terrified visage, a last gift to me as her body is cleanly separated in two.
"Wh-gryaaaaarh*choke*" Her upper half falls down to the ground as I place my hand on her neck and choke it, shutting her up as I watch the last vestiges of life pass away from her eyes, blood and bile leaking from her mouth.
It takes a few seconds before she dies. Such a shame, I had plans to turn her into my housewife one day. Oh well, there's a lot of big tits out there in the world, I'm bound to find someone potentially more fitting."Now then..."
Turning around, I motion my little brother to come out and he immediately clasps his jaws onto her upper part, teeth tearing into her right shoulder as he pulls her into the sewer. I quickly put the axe away into the box and lock it as Virith drags the other part of her inside as well. Then, taking the hidden canister of benzin and spilling it all over the place, I light it all on fire before entering the sewer and locking the gate.
The gate closes with a massive metallic screech."Who's there?!" A sad, unlucky hobo approaches us and then falls onto his ass as the man sees a blood drenched boy and a tiger with human meat in his mouth.
His eyes grow wide as his soundless fear begins leaking, filling the air with such an exquisite aroma."N-n-no, i-i-it c-can't b-be!"
He starts shaking as I ignore him, taking the axe out of the box again as I approach Virith."Drop it." A singular command is spoken as my little brother promptly releases the girl from his jaw, allowing me to cut her head off, a prize to be kept for later.
Letting out a massive sigh, I begin approaching the hobo, a man in his thirties, most likely a war veteran who has lost it all. I come closer and he does not even bother running as he kneels down before me... and I let out a laugh."Tell me friend, what is your name?"
"I... I'm.. P-Paul... Paul Evans." He manages to mutter out, most likely thinking that his death approaches."Are you a soldier, Paul?"
He raises his head from the ground as he notices the blood leaking down from my axe's bladed edge. He gulps in deep and replies, finding himself staring into my visage."Y-yes... I mean.. I was, anyway... until.. Ah, what the hell does it matter, I'm gonna die right? Might as well admit it."
And there comes the sudden change in demeanor as one accepts their own doom is close at hand. It is said that one's entire life flashes before their eyes when they are about to die... but I think that's wrong. Its just the human brain acting on impulse, trying its best to recall EVERYTHING it has experienced, all in an singular effort... to SURVIVE."I was just a normal soldier before the war started... but I had skill, skill that would ensure both my ascent and my downfall. You see, I got married after the war ended. Married to a societal harpy who used me and my achieved rank to live an entitled life and once my money and power dried out, she ditched me for another, leaving me with absolutely nothing... my family is dead, my daughters think of me as a weak and pathetic man... my son hates my guts, blaming me for not being good enough as a father..."
He starts crying, his brain realizing that its body, that the heart, has no real reason to continue on beating. I wonder if he can see my smirk right now... probably not."When my superiors noticed the way I've been abusing my rank to pile money for my wife and her... trinkets... they, stripped me of all rank and threw me out. In a last effort to save something of my money... I sued my wife, but the whore slept with the judge on several occasions and everything was given to her.. my son, my daughters, my money, my home... everything."
I let out a massive laugh as the man turns to look at me, sorrow and confusion etching themselves upon his tired, lifeless face as I extend a hand towards him and help him stand up. As I stop laughing, I open my eyes and stare at his shaking form before speaking."So, my dear Mr Evans, it would seem that you are a man truly set aside by God..."
Turning around dramatically as the man takes a step back to my axe does not hit him, I continue."But you know what happens to those God casts aside?"
"N-no? W-what?" He says, still shaking in his tattered combat boots, something that tipped me off to his origin in the first place."Why, that's simple!"
I exclaim as I turn back around and spread my hands wide, as if inviting him for a hug."Lucifer... approaches them. With a deal they often cannot refuse."
My smirk turns to a full blown grin as my shark-like teeth are shown, unnerving the man even further."A-and w-what w-would th-this d-deal b-be?" He manages to stutter out as I let my hands down and extend my hand towards him again."Tell me friend, when you look at my hand, what do you see?"
He notices the intricately weaved shape of the burning star grasped in a black hand, the symbol of my family. His eyes grow wide in recognition and his lips curl upwards, some fragile form of hope entering his soul."Y-y-you a-are a mafioso, f-from the Zatara family!" He exclaims out loud before I can stop him.
A singular growl from Virith echoes and the man cowers down again. I let out a laugh."Calm down little brother, he's not a threat."
Turning back to face the man, I speak."Not quite. I am more than that, but you need not know more. Say, this previous wife of yours is probably Martha Anderson? Correct?"
He nods and I continue."Good! You see my godfather, as in the leader of our family, wants her gone... however, with you on our side..."
"S-she c-could b-be re-replaced?" He manages to say and I let myself smile."Indeed. So here is my deal for you, Mr Evans."
I say before storing my axe into the contained and using my shoelace to tie the two parts of Carol together, making it possible for Virith to carry both parts as he chomps down onto them and I take the head off the ground."You are going to be one of my bodyguards for now. The position ensures your own place with whatever furniture you could want, maids who are gonna serve you breakfast... and any other needs you might wish for."
I say with a smile on my face as I finish packing and continue."And once our forgers, framers and lawyers complete their preparations, you will get your revenge upon your wife and become our first connection to the army."
Approaching him, I extend my right hand in which I am currently holding the silver box."So then... do you accept?"
He gulps and takes a deep breath before nodding."... I do.."
Letting out another cheery laugh, I promptly drop the box into his hands."Good! Now carry that for me, would you?"
"Haaaah?" The man lets out as his confusion and fear are replaced with sheer disbelief. Eventually, he stands up and grabs the box by the handle, staring to follow me through the dark recesses of the sewers..."Yes, master..."
Don't mind me guys and girls! I'm just a line break...
Several Hours later.. - Zatara Mansion - Leonardo's Point Of View...
Having come home after a long day of work, I let myself relax as the maids bring in new clothing and take away the bloodstained ones, allowing me to change and Jeremiah walks in with a smile on his face."The things you can accomplish within a single day never cease to amaze me, sir."
I let myself laugh again as he continues."But to have found the former General Evans himself... when the entire world said he offed himself somewhere... truly, sometimes I wonder if your.. Chaos, might not be just a simple madman's theory."
My grin goes from ear to ear as I turn around to face my personal butler."Tsk tsk, chaos is no theory, Jeremiah. Nothing happens without reason, nothing is without a purpose. The sooner one realizes this, the sooner one will find their own purpose."
Without letting him continue as my father, Victor Zatara the Godfather himself, walks into the room with a smile upon his face."If this came out of the mouth of anyone else, I would have thought it foolish.. but when you say it my son, it all starts to make sense, everything connects together. Just like how you were... *coincidentally*, born just at the time when my last good assassin died."
"Well what can I say father, I guess you got *lucky*." I say with a joking tone as he chuckles deeply before focusing his gaze."Anyhow, what you've achieved today will allow me to gain much influence within this country. We already own the market, the economy and with Evans, the army will soon be ours!"
I shrug."The government will follow soon after."
And then he slumps his shoulders down."Ah.. you still have no real desire to succeed me, do you, my son?"
"Afraid not. I couldn't care less about the position of Godfather and either of my siblings is just as good at leading as you are. I see no need to step up at all." I say with a clear tone of disinterest as he sighs."Yes, both Audrey and Michael have what it takes to succeed me... but only you have the brains to surpass me... Oh well, there is still time. Hopefully one day you will find the necessary ambition within yourself... but alas, that day is not today."
And then he raises his head to look at me once again."Still, you've earned over twenty five thousand today. Its already been transferred to your... ah, patreon account."
"You used an account to donate the money? I hope you realize my account is being watched by the police, father." I tell him with a quirked eyebrow before he smirks."Of course! I'm not a fool, my son. We used the name, ImaRICHkid420, to donate the money in question."
Letting out a massive sigh, I thank my father and watch as he leaves the room. Soon after, Jeremiah gives out a deep chuckle and then asks."Shall I get rid of the money, sir?"
I shake my head in negative."No, that would be way too suspicious. Forward half of it to charity and split the remaining half. One quarter goes to my gaming bank account and the other to whichever orphanage you choose."
With that said and done, I promptly decide to unclothe myself and go for a shower as the man behind me lets out a laugh."Only you can both kill a man and donate more than ten grand to charity in the same day, sir.. hehehe, alright. It shall be done. Have a nice evening, sir."
Taking one look towards the VR Capsule, I let myself grin as I remember the laboratory that I'm supposed to raid today."Oh don't worry... I will."
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