Staring ahead, Kazimir watches as everything around him began to turn dull.
"Are there any further questions we can help you with regarding funeral arrangements?"
Snapping back into reality, the young man turns to the three men and raises his brows.
"My whole family was murdered?"
"Yes, sir. Unfortunately, that is-
"No, you don't GET. IT. MY WHOLE FAMILY, THE ONLY FUCKING FIVE PEOPLE I HAD LEFT ARE ALL DEAD NOW. DEAD. D-E-A-D."
"Mr. Cizetto, if you'd like-
Standing up, Kazimir makes his way over to the exit.
"What I'd like is some fresh air."
Pushing the door open, Kazimir walks down the stairs and stops next to a flower bed. Taking his car keys from his pocket, he throws the folder down onto the ground before jogging over to his car.
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"Finally. That boring shit's over." Pierre says as he loudly gets up from his chair.
Looking into the distance, Prince points over at a random man holding a plate of food.
"Papí, that man has a burger! Can I ask him where he got it from?!"
"Yeah and get me one too when you find out."
"Where did Mr. Kazimir go?" Khristina asks, standing in her seat.
"Shit, I almost forgot about him. I'll go search outside for him while you two stay here with Prince."
Pierre walks outside and down the stairs, looking around.
"Jeez, where'd that bastard run off to now? Can't be in jail; his ass would've called me by now."
Noticing the folder on the ground, the curious detective raises a brow in suspicion.
"The fuck is this?"
Picking it up, he scans through it and lightly whistles.
"Oh shit."
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*ZOOOOOOM!*
Weaving through traffic, Kazimir ignores the red and blue lights in his rearview mirror as he tries to forget about what he had just gotten told.
Turning off on an exit, he speeds up, almost flipping his car over. Once he was sure he'd lost the police, the young detective pulls into an abandoned supermarket parking lot and puts his head down on the wheel.
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
Smashing his fist against the car horn, he screams out in pain, anger, and overall sadness as he slowly begins to process his new reality.
"Why the fuck does this shit have to keep happening to me?! WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO HAVE THIS SHIT KEEP FUCKING WITH ME?!"
Looking down, he turns to the MAC-10 hidden under his passenger seat and reaches for it. He didn't want to die just yet; he still had a mission to complete. And whoever further did this to him just became part of it.
*BUZZZZZZ!*
Turning to his right, Kazimir watches as a bumblebee lands in his passenger seat.
"Guess that's what I get for leaving my window down."
The chubby bumblebee begins to crawl around, stopping for a few seconds before moving again.
"You must be tired, huh?"
Reaching into the side pocket of his car door, Kazimir takes out a water bottle. Opening it, he pours a small amount of water in the cap.
Lifting his center console, he grabs a sugar packet from McDonald's and pours it into the bottle cap before mixing it with his pinky finger.
"Here." he says, placing the cap down. "Drink up."
Placing his middle finger down on the seat, Kazimir helps the bumblebee reach the bottle cap.
"I hope your hive isn't too far away. I'm sure your bee family misses you. You may not care, but mine were victims of a homicide yesterday. My only family. But, hey? What's new? Always the same shit happening to me."
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
"NOTHING IS FUCKING NEW!"
The bumblebee quickly flies out of the passenger window as Kazimir continues to bang his fist against the car horn.
"HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD! NOW!"
Looking up at his rearview mirror, Kazimir watches as three policemen with their guns drawn aim them toward him.
"They're trying to take me to jail? Me?"
"I SAID PUT YOUR-
*BRRRRRRTTTTT!*
Watching as the three males fell to the ground, Kazimir steps out of his car and walks over towards them, firing his gun a few more times.
"I'm really not in the mood to go to jail."
*Cough! Cough! Cough!*
The young detective watches as one of the officers tries to cling on to life.
Moving his hand towards his gun, the policeman pulls it over to him and Kazimir kicks it away from him.
"Please! I just wanna see-
"I don't give a fuck if you have four kids and a wife who depends heavily on your income at home. Do you know who I am?"
"You're that detective from the department. Anyone can recognize you!" the policeman says. "Why're you doing this?"
"Because I'm planning on eliminating every single law enforcement officer on that force."
The officer's eyes widen as he watches Kazimir put his and his dead partners' machine guns in his trunk.
"Y-You! You're t-the o-one who's been terrorizing the department!"
With a nod, Kazimir walks back over and squats down.
"How about I make a deal with you? If I help you with your pain, you have to let me go. Deal?"
"Dea-
*BANG!*
"Welp, I helped as much as I could."
As he begins to walk back towards his own car, the detective listens to the police radio beep.
"All units, we have a 10-88 in progress at a steakhouse on 974 Fern Road."
"A hostage situation?"
Smirking, Kazimir quickly gets into his car and shifts it into gear.
"I guess I'll stop by to help. No harm in that."
Speeding down the short road, Kazimir makes a few turns before parking his car a couple feet away from the restaurant.
A large crowd had gathered around as police held everyone back while simultaneously trying to get the perpetrator to let the mother and her small baby go.
Walking up a hill, the young man hides behind a few trees, positioning the machine gun to the perpetrator's head.
"Nah, headshots are too overused; let's go for his neck."
*BRRRRRRTTT! BRRRRRTTTT!*
Kazimir chuckles as the man immediately falls and the crowd gasps. He watches as the police immediately turn to face the crowd and repositions his gun.
*BRRRRRRTTT! BRRRRRTTTT! BRRRRRRTTT! BRRRRRTTTT! BRRRRRRTTT! BRRRRRTTTT!*
The crowd now screaming and scared for their own lives, begin to run to safety.
Standing up, Kazimir stares down at every officer who responded, now unresponsive on the hard concrete. Hearing sirens in the distance, he heads back towards his car to go back to the department.
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"Khristina, you ain't getting dessert if you-
"I WANT MR. KAZIMIR! FIND HIM, MR. PIERRE!"
"For the 8th and final fucking time, I already tried calling the man. He'll call back or come back when he gets a chance."
"Then call again!" the small girl says, crossing her arms.
Pierre sighs and watches as his son and Miracle happily stand in line for more food.
"Bro, just shut up and eat. Damn, that man that got his ass beat earlier probably had a fucking point."
Grabbing his plate of food, Khristina flips it onto Pierre and he quickly moves back from the table.
"The hell?!"
Picking up the man's cup, she throws it onto the ground before grabbing his phone and clicking Kazimir's contact name.
After about 2 minutes of waiting, Khristina tightly grips the phone and begins to cry.
"YOU'RE BEING MEAN AND MR. KAZIMIR'S BEEN KIDNAPPED BY THOSE SCARY MEN!"
"We don't even know if he's been kidnapped!" Pierre says, grabbing some paper towels from the center of the table to wipe his shirt off.
"Then you need to find him since you're a detective! Or else, you're not getting this back!"
Feeling herself get lifted into the air, the little girl gasps and turns around before a large smile spreads across her face.
"Mr. Kazimir!"
"Give Pierre his phone back, Khristina. And after everyone is finished eating, I need to tell you all something."
"I'm already finished eating."
"You've barely eaten anything."
"'Cause I'm tired and I can't move my arms very well." Khristina replies, yawning.
"What I saw 30 seconds ago didn't look like you were tired."
"That's 'cause it just made me tired."
Shaking his head, Kazimir sits down and places Khristina on his thigh as if he were playing Santa Claus at the mall. Pulling her plate over to where he sat, he picks up her fork and puts some lasagna on it.
"Eat up, Khristina."
Noticing the dullness in the man's voice, Khristina frowns and tilts her head.
"You don't sound good, Mr. Kazimir. Are you okay?"
"I'm alive, aren't I? Now please, eat."
Eating off of the fork as if she was a baby, Khristina looks into his eyes. She had to admit, they seemed different now; no will to live almost.
"I'm not hungry anymore." she says, sliding from off of the man's thigh.
"Khristina, come back and finish your food."
Ignoring the young man's voice, the little girl makes a beeline for the exit and Kazimir gets up to follow her. Running down the steps of the large building, she didn't even pay attention to the road she was about to run onto.
"KHRISTINA!"
Without hesitation, the detective jumps over the last couple of steps and quickly sprints over to where the young girl was headed.
Grabbing her arm, Kazimir watches as a small yet shiny object flew into the road, a car immediately speeding by and hitting it.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HUH?! TELL ME, KHRISTINA! TELL ME!"
Shaking the little girl, he watches as her eyes began to turn fearful. However, he could careless; maybe that's what she needed to listen for once.
"Why're you being so mean and angry, Mr. Kazimir?!"
"SHUT UP AND TELL ME WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO ALMOST RUN INTO THE FUCKING ROAD! IF I HADN'T CAUGHT YOU IN TIME, YOU WOULD'VE BEEN DEAD, KHRISTINA! DEAD, DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
"I couldn't see the road 'cause it's dark outside!"
She begins to tear up and Kazimir grits his teeth.
"CUT THE FUCKING CRYING, KHRISTINA! I'M DONE WITH THAT FUCKING SHIT!"
Sighing, Kazimir loosens his grip from Khristina's arm and looks down at the ground.
"You asked me why I'm mean and angry and I'll tell you; my whole family, the only people I had left on this planet were all killed yesterday."
Khristina's eyes widen and she immediately gives him a hug.
"I remember when I first took you in and right before you went to bed one night, you called me family. You probably don't remember, but I do; clear as day, I do. That's why I got mad at you, Khristina. You're all I have left now. Nothing else matters."
He gives the small girl a hug and begins to cry.
"I'm so sorry, Khristina. I just can't lose you."
Walking outside, Pierre places his hands in his pockets as he watches Khristina and Kazimir hug each other.
"Kazimir's crying, papí!"
Reminiscing back, Pierre replays the dreaded memory of sitting against the refrigerator next to his dead mother and stepfather. Not only did he cry, but he started destroying everything around him. Nothing else mattered at the moment.
"Yep. See kids? You take away almost everything that a man is living for and that's what you get. Pain hits even the strongest soldier."
"Kazimir wants to die?" Miracle asks, clutching her small purse.
"Not saying that he wants to die, but his family was basically all he had left. They were all murdered yesterday."
Miracle and Prince's jaws drop and Pierre blinks a couple of times. As much as he despised his partner, he wouldn't wish that kind of pain on him either.