Today was the ninth day of the month. It had been four months since he last seen Nadine.
The grim realization clung to his lungs like smoke, and he breathed out to be rid of it. It had been the same last month. Try as he might to forget, he was tracking time. Annoyed, he pushed the thoughts of her away. He had plenty happening today without thinking of her.
Today was the day he been waiting for.
He stood in his warehouse in downtown Reavador while everyone prepared themselves for the bloodshed that was about to take place.
He walked to the top deck of the warehouse that overlooked the floor.
Quiet fell over the men gathered below. They'd been waiting for him.
"Okay boys, we are going to keep this simply. Anyone left in that Manor is to be slaughtered. For those of you that are branded, this fight means freedom. For those of you that are stuck. This fight will allow you a future. Those of you who want out. This is your way out. Those of you who had somthing to gain before," he made eye contact with Rat who was leaning on a brick wall in the far back, "I will recognize that, and you will get more than you deserve."
He knew each man well enough that he knew how to win them over. Even the bad like Rat in the back with his quiet loathing face. He knew that he was beat, and yet somthing in Scar longed for the olds friends they once were.
His old friend would be okay with their arrangement.
If Scar had left things the way that they could have been; Rat would be his competitor. Per gang tradition Scar had to take over the Crime Lord top position by either killing Snakeeyes. or by fighting Rat to the death, (Snakeyes chosen sucessor), but Rat knew when he had lost. He knew he couldn't beat Scar in the match.
Rat knew that what he was being offered was better than death by far.
Scar's deal was that Rat was going to work for Barnabas as a ganster while keeping a fifteen percent earnings in his mercenaries company.
thirty percent earnings would go to Barnabas, and thirty would go to Scar.
Fifteen would go back to the business.
Out of his thirty, ten percent of it would go to his savings.
And twenty percent of it would go to charity.
He was going to start an orphanage in uptown Silver City.
He smirked at the thought of the Aristocrats that would never outwardly protest to a humble building in their fancy city, but would loathe its appearance.
They could never protest in public so they would only be left with confronting him in private, but who would confront an well known ex assassin to his face?
He looked down at the men below as he debated his plans.
He knew each man well enough that he didn't need to say much.
Most of them wanted this as bad as he did. So he ended it simply.
"Don't let me down."
The many faces nodded to him grimly as they grabbed their weapons, and each broke a capsule beneath their nose.
The capsule was known well on the streets. It was called night light.
The lights in the warehouse clicked out. Everyone's eyes went pitch black. They could see in the dark now, and Scar could see their success as they left the warehouse in the early hours of the morning.
Scar imagined one statement over and over that night.
"Nightcrawlers"
His men covered the streets of downtown Reavador. They were like shadows leaping fences and walking the streets. Shadows with knives and teeth.
They reached the Sylvador manor with their blood pumping. The men scattered like many spiders from a web to get in the position that Scar had lined up.
The lights clicked off as the building was sprinkled in night powder from above. He heard the confusion of the men loyal to Snakeyes as they heard the explosives go off and the lights wouldn't work.
There weren't many men inside. Most of the men had been recruitable. The ones that weren't were snakeyes most loyal. A lot of them nasty like the man who had enjoyed cracking his ribs just a little too much. The rapists, and the ones that liked the feel of killing.
Some were brainwashed that people had no free will beside the will of Snakeeyes. Those were the dangerous ones.
His men swarmed the doors and windows and soon the building was in flames. Now came the hard part; Snakeeyes estate.
He had wanted him in his throne when he took him out.
He wanted to clip his wings and watch as he fell straight into hell.