Darius had killed Ethan's two goons, so he had to act quickly. Ethan had to die before he began to suspect something was up, which would take two to three days at the most and another day or two to find their hidden bodies. Which gave Darius about a day to plan his method of attack.
Ethan was a big, strong guy, so the only reliable way Darius would be able to take him down was by ambush, and he already cooked up a nasty plot.
Darius noticed that there were bottles of alcohol littering the street everywhere; many of these bottles were nearly half full, plus he found lots of fabric scraps in the various trash heaps throughout the town.
You already know where this is going, right?
Molotov cocktail's—that was his plan for killing Ethan. He'd wait until his guard was down and pelt him with flaming liquor.
First he gathered three full bottles and put the cloth strips soaked in alcohol in the neck of the bottles, but he encountered an issue.
"I need something to light them." Darius said while he wandered the streets, the three bottles in his left hand. Luckily, it didn't take long before he found his fire starter.
He saw an old man smoking something from a pipe, and in his hand was a match. Darius smiled as he approached the old man and asked nicely if he could borrow some of his matches.
"Huh? No, you can't you brat piss off!"
Darius sighed before walking away. The old man chuckled seeing him walk off looking defeated.
"Stupid punk...urgh!"
The old man felt something hit the side of his head before blacking out. Darius obviously didn't give up and leave. He went into a nearby alley and grabbed a thick wooden table leg, which he used to bash in the old man's head.
"Should have given me the matches, bitch." Darius said in an annoyed tone. He took the old guys matchbox as he twitched around on the ground and moaned.
He didn't hold anything back when he clubbed his head so his skull was crack wide, the fuck, open.
Darius didn't give him a second glance before walking away. He had his cocktail's and he had his matches, so now he needed to track down Ethan before that, he needed to prepare some backup plans.
...
"All right, it's go time." Darius whispered from his hiding spot, beneath a pile of trash.
It had taken a day and a half, but his preparations were complete, and now he only needed to wait for Ethan.
Every day that prick Ethan would visit that whore house, get wasted inside, then come staggering out blind, stinking, drunk to his house.
On the way, he always crossed through a specific alleyway to get there faster; it was in that alleyway where Darius was waiting to surprise him.
'That's it, you bastard, just a few more steps.' Darius thought maliciously, match and bottle in hand.
Like clockwork, Ethan wobbled toward the alley entrance, reeking of alcohol with lipstick smeared on his flushed face.
His carefree attitude was really pissing Darius off; he recalled how just yesterday Ethan ordered Daniel and Marcus to kill him, which only made his blood boil even more.
He quickly lit his Molotov cocktail, jumping from his hiding place from inside the garbage pile and facing the enibriated Ethan.
"Die you fucker!" Darius shouted, hurling the flaming cocktail straight into his unsuspecting face.
The glass bottle shattered against his face, soaking Ethan's head in the burning liquid.
"Not yet!" Darius shouted once more, lighting the other two bottles and throwing them into his chest and abdomen.
He laughed meniacly as Ethan fell to the ground screaming.
"Aaaahhhhh! What the fuck?!" He wailed as he frantically rolled around the ground.
It seemed like Darius had won. His enemy was on fire on the floor, yelling in pain while he stood proudly looking smug—that was until he stood back up.
"Eh?" Darius stared wide-eyed at Ethan, who, not long after being set on fire, was now on his feet again like nothing had happened.
The fire had gone out, and while smoke could be seen coming off of his sleeveless jacket, it seemed like he was completely unharmed.
Darius backed away when Ethan started to approach him. It was when he did he also noticed the heat blisters on his face.
"Your, so, dead." Ethan spoke in a low, chilling voice, every word of his laced with murderous intent.
He charged at Darius, crossing several feet in a single leap. In no time his fist inches away from Darius's face, but not to worry, because he had a backup plan.
As Ethan threw out his straight punch, he noticed Darius grab something from a pile of trash. Moments later, he felt something cold cut into the skin of his throat, and without thinking, he pulled back his fist and executed a perfect backflip, narrowly dodging the sudden attack.
When he landed, Ethan saw a makeshift weapon in his hands that looked like... a spear?
"Fuck!" Darius shouted in frustration; he was shocked to see Ethan had dodged.
He worked hard to turn his knife into a spear, taking it and tying it to a broom handle with some twain to make himself a weapon with a long reach, but it had turned out to be pointless.
Ethan had backflipped, of all things, and avoided the strike, which should have been lethal, with nothing but a small scratch on his neck.
The only thing he really managed to damage was his necklace. His flimsy spear cut the leather string, making it fall off and onto the ground.
Ethan looked at his necklace, then back at Darius, "You son of a bitch." Ethan said quietly, his eyes bloodshot.
It looked like he was going to charge once again, and Darius quickly readied his spear, but unexpectedly Ethan took off running.
No seriously, he just ran away!
"Oh, dammit." Darius cursed seeing Ethan disappear from sight in seconds; he wasn't even going to try and run after him.
That guy was as fast as a professional sprinter; there was simply no way Darius would ever be able to catch up to him before he went and told everyone that he had tried to kill him.
"That fucking coward!" Darius yelled; he was furious that he had run away, even though it was the most logical move to make in his situation.
Ethan was hurt, and he was fighting an opponent with a weapon—a weapon with a long reach at that, so running away and gathering the townspeople to form a mob to hunt him down was the best choice to make.
"Sigh, whatever I can't fault the prick, it was the smart thing to do, but now I only have plan C." Darius said in a defeated tone.
He had wanted to not use his last plan because it was a messy one, but it appeared he was left with no other option.
"May God have mercy on you all." Darius said a chilling voice, making sure he had enough matches before making his exit, taking Ethan's necklace as a trophy as he went.