A good criminal is a dead criminal; does this come in generalizations? Crime. A world that is despised by everyone in any aspect, but changes do come and affect it. Do the people still find it despicable?
Yes, of course. Does it come in all shapes and sizes, kinds, and sorts of ways? Everyone does agree with that. But what about the idea of romanticizing it? It does sound antagonizing, but that is what turns it into a laughing stock, a world that everyone doesn't take seriously.
People do bad things for money, yes. Some are inherited because of wealth, and some do create such a despicable act for a living. But what if this wasn't about the fame and fortune, or the power that drives them into a series of control freaks?
But rather, they commit these heinous and unforgivable actions for their satisfaction brought to their lack of needs for oneself or something that has driven them insane.
In many futile attempts of changing the world, why not own it instead? The world will be yours and yours only if you believe and trust your instincts, obey its honesty though it would bring one to immediate danger.
By all means of drawing blood that isn't yours, or turning your back to someone you have truly loved and cared about. This is not about them, it is about yours and how they would not hold you back from your deepest desires for success in which they wouldn't benefit at all. Not even a penny.
They say success is the best revenge, and some do live up with the quote. But it comes with consequences, consequences that would not give the best time of your life. That comes last, although it is still considered as one's priority and preeminence.
Like how would you cut the strongest onions of them all without tearing up? Not the greatest comparison out there, but the point is: Come out from the shithole you came from and use what you have learned against everyone who has wronged you in so many ways.
Slaughtering them, making their jaws drop, granting them an eternal sleep, it's up to you. But do keep this in mind, always wear a garment for your dirty hands. Take it off when a reminder is necessary and put it on when it is time to go back to action.
This world has never been the same after people remained in their comfort zones, thinking that they would live their life to the fullest without stepping out of it. No, it wouldn't happen, because they are usually the people that would tell you that you would not make it.
Why bother seeking for someone to change your ways if you're beyond salvation? Is it necessary? Is it a requirement? If you could just live up with it, resume the mess you made, because you would feel like they have suffered a horrible death.
Ah, no, this is not a promotion of any type of infractions you are about to witness. This is rather a depiction where all are just class acts, not role models. Do you find this applicable? I hope so because this is starting to become a motivational speech to murder the fuck out of someone with a pencil or a crowbar.
Enough for the conveyance of huge words, not-so huge ones, rather. Let us get to the bottom line of where this all began; a crew consists of a powerful and wealthy man, a psychopathic killer, and a hitman-for-hire staying under one roof. And what are they all about? They are just an alliance that should not be messed with.
"Are we rolling, my friend?" Said the rich man in front of the camera.
"I don't have a fucking clue what this is all about, just the two of you dragging me in as always." The hitman complained.
"Relax, okay? This wouldn't take a while. This is just like cooking, you know? Once the results are done, it's oh! So sweet." The psycho killer grinned, smiling in front of the camera bizarrely.
"Enough with that, let's get to it." Soon as the camera gets shaky, a severed body was seen.
"I think you must have killed him before the show has started." The hitman is starting to worry about the body tied up into a chair.
"We said it before, don't sweat it. I thought you always find yourself in an easy position to get used to this kind of work." The affluent man tells their hitman that he should calm down.
"Smile for the camera, boys." The psychopath had a huge grin on his face before a loud thud on the video was heard.
Yes, the three men harming what seems to be their hostage is a found footage, and the ones that are watching it? Themselves.
And thus, the night where the brothers have been reborn. Not as boys with good deeds done with their innocent hands, but as men with their hands bloodied from what they have just done.
Regrets? They don't consider it in their vocabulary. Dreadful? Certainly, for obvious reasons. Have they gone mad? Perhaps this is the beginning of the end, and they are just getting started.
To be continued...