I : A YELLOW CARNATION IN A BOUQUET OF BLACK ROSES

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¤ ♧ ¤ Inside a chateau in the middle of 18 hectares land owned by the old Nabil, the mafia king, there lives the old man himself and his family including his twenty-five year old grandson. Billions of dollars stays hidden in his pocket, Nabil is a huge criminal in the world of business. Though a man like him doesn't do his own dirty work, he's still considered as one since he's the one to lead the gang. But in the old age of eighty-one, he's planning on giving the power and richness to his grandson, Hue, in his last will. And that means, Hue has to lead the criminals under Nabil's limbs and to bring death to a family that deserves second chances. Still healthy and neither have wheel chair nor crane, Nabil sits on his swivel chair with his smoking pipe, that was never lit, between his lips. A tall black hat above his head and formally sitting there in his well-pressed navy blue suit. Watching how his grandson play with his gun. "I still don't understand why we've got to end their lives just like that, grandpa. Can't you just give them a chance? A threat, maybe?" Hue has his eyes on his gun that he spins above the glass table. Waiting for the old man to reply. "Chances are given to those who knows how to remember what they owe. Threats are for those who generously give a headstart to their prey. But death is given to those who doesn't deserve mercy, my grandson." Old Nabil answered as he pulled his pipe from his mouth and place it down his desk. "So they didn't?" "Just get the job done, Hue. And don't fail me." Old Nabil stood up from his chair with his eyes kept on his grandson. "Cassidys will have a huge party in their house tonight, they'll be celebrating the winning of their family members from the recent election. They're complete tonight, and that's when and where we will come and end their party for them." He smiled sinisterly, talking about a mass murder. A m******e. Hue have been in many assignments before, yet he never once pulled the trigger of his gun. He's an escort to every group who does the job, make a head count and identify the bodies. He's been in so many murder scene yet none of them made him chill a spine. But why is it that there's something in this assignment that makes him feel a little bit tilted and wrong? Inside the van, Hue peeps out of the tinted car window and sees how the party is so happy and loud. All invited people must just be only the parts of their family since all gates are all closed, even how isolated their personal event are, the gaps of the paces makes it easier for the predators to sneak their claws in and scratch them out from their nest. There's a gun in his holster, yet he does not plan on using it. It's just with him for safety, and to look cool. Making him feel like a man with power. "Waiting for the signal, Hue. Anytime." Said Zombie, a masked gun man that Hue is a little close with since they're about in the same age. Staring at the closed gate, Hue recited all the plan in his head. Just to make sure that nothing will cause a problem. And he's got to fix the feeling he's having, this agitation isn't healthy for what he does. The rain is pouring badly outside, the thunders will definitely hide the sound of firing gunshots and the lightning will may cause a problem knowing their identity but that won't be in any problem for they came to finish the job without leaving any survivor at all. Licking his lips, he wore his mask on. Pulling his gun from the holster and c***s it ready. He's the one to open the door of the van they're in and goes off. The men behind him follows, their light footsteps got drowned by silence. Their breathing is as even as just normal, even when they're coming to a place where they will take lives of people they don't even know. Making a human ladder, they easily got in without being noticed. All the people inside are too busy having fun to check if there's any danger waiting for them outside the house. They have taken all guards without any sweat, discreetly and hid it fast. Trained, disciplined and well-prepared to get done with this case, they let the bullets fly. Drench with the heavy raindrops, they stood above the white tiled floor that got flooded with the whole family's blood. Their champagnes had a drop of gushing red. Their laughter became silence. Their celebration became a mass of ended lives. "Make another sweep from the basement to the top floor. Y'all know what to do." Hue ordered to everyone before taking the way to the kitchen and checks the back door. His gun stays in his hand, though he points it ahead, the safety is on. His eyes walks as well as how his feet does. Every step he makes causes crunches when the soles of his shoes makes contact with the broken glasses scattered on the floor. The sound of the raindrops outside is twittered by the gang's footsteps inside the huge house, checking if there's still alive. So they could leave them dry from losing blood. When he thought that the area has been cleared, his eyes found a trembling woman sitting at the corner of the kitchen with a knife in her hand, facing at his direction. Paused yet his gun points back at her, his eyes are looking through her soul. And what does her eyes tell? Fear. Hue recognizes her face from the pictures his grandfather showed him. She's the granddaughter of Leonilo Cassidy. She's supposedly the heir of her family's huge debt of money from Nabil. But now that her whole family has been erased in the world of living, she's got no other clear path to live but take the broken bridge and fall to death. Leave no survivor. That's the only rule when missions come in. And he has to keep it that way, but he never pulled a trigger... even once. "Are you going to kill me or not?" The young woman asked him with a shiver of her lips. Her voice shatters through the words she says. Her hand shakes from the fright she holds, yet keeps a tight grip on the hilt of the knife. She swallows her own spit audibly as she stayed there sitting. Opening his mouth to speak, but he does not know how to answer that question. Instead, his finger turns off the safety. "You killed my family." She slowly stood up from her place, making her face even more visible for Hue to see. Her feminine and vulnerable features displayed before his eyes, how her dark orbs looking at him, flavored in fear. So young to witness such brutality, so vulnerable to stand up for herself, such a waste of beauty just to face death. "Why?" Masked in tears, she sobbed. "Why?!" She yelled and jumped him, thrusting the knife at his direction. She managed to pierce it between his shoulder and chest. Hue screamed in agony, the excruciating pain on his shoulder caused his hand to let go of the gun and got off of his balance. He earned a cut near his left eyebrow from his fall but that doesn't hurt at all compared to the blade penetrated to his flesh. Fell before the counter, some of the pans even clanked from his weight. His hand holds where the knife is attached and pulled it off of his flesh. His eyes followed the young lady's action, from taking his gun and leaves through the back door. Cursing in every language he knows, he pulled the blade from his skin with a groan. Immediately putting pressure on it to keep him from losing a lot of blood, he stood up and followed the direction she took. "Hue!" Zombie shouted for his alias as he jogs to the kitchen. Some of the gang members ran to him as well when they heard his painful scream. "Gimme a gun, Zombie." Hue pants and took the hand gun Zombie handed to him. "I'll take care of this." He added before running and track the traces she left behind. The back of the house trails down to the nearby forest. It gets muddy and easy for him to see where she goes, those footprints surely doesn't cover anything at all. The thunder lighting is in his favor, but the rain have soaked his mask, so he pulled it off of his head. Puffing air, he can feel the hotness of his blood getting mixed with the cold drops of the rain. If he could admit, he does not know what he will do once he found her. Can he kill her or will he let her go? Can he pull the trigger or will he let her shoot him instead? By a close running river that connects with the gushing falls, was where the tracks directed him. And there he found her standing before the edge. "Don't come any closer!" She shouted at him with the gun pointed at his direction. Heaving for air, he also lifted his gun and points it back at her. Leave no survivor, leave no survivor, that's what echoes in his head. Yet he couldn't make himself squeeze the trigger. He can't, he's not born to do this. This isn't the life he wanted. As silence rallied in between them, his mind has a battle of it's own. It was all that when a gun shot was fired, and the next thing he knew, he's been pushed to fall on the floor. Hue's head lowered to see what made him pushed on the muddy ground, to only realize that he's been shot on his chest, close to his heart. From the shock he suffers from, his hearing became muffled. There's a high pitched tone ringing in his head, and echoing of his gang members' shouts and a round of gunshots fired, bringing back his hearing. But as soon as his hearing cleared, his eyes started to black out. And before his eyes falls, he saw her body fall with the gushing water.
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