"Hey! I need to go the restroom and wash up," a waitress at the cafe told her male coworker.
The male coworker turned to her after settling the customer that he was attending to.
"Still bothered by that coffee stain, huh?"
The waitress held up her white — now coffee-stained — apron and made a sad face while matching her feet repeatedly on the floor.
"Yesss," she cried. Her crocodile tears were geared toward gaining sympathy from her male coworker.
He poked her gently on the forehead and smiled.
"I told you to use white vinegar on that. It would come off in no time. Works like magic, every time."
"No money for that, man," she cried.
"What the fuck?" the male coworker responded, laughing.
"It's just three bucks. Even you can't be that broke."
The waitress glared at him with squinted eyes and puffed cheeks, all in her subtle expression of anger.
"Well... I... am!"
"You earn like a hundred to two hundred bucks here, man. I get that it's not enough... but how broke can you be?"
The waitress knew her laments would do no good with gaining her colleague's empathy and finally gave up. She walked away from him and headed to the restroom as she earlier intended.
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The wall was tainted with blood red stain with blood splattered all over the floor and on the long horizontally lying mirror in the restroom.
The sound of footsteps strolling towards the entrance of the restroom.
"What is this?" muttered the waitress who had taken her break to go and wash up.
A long trail of blood laid on the ground before her. She was shocked and disgusted, almost throwing up at the sight right after.
She followed the bloodied footpath, taking measured steps forward and slowly until she reached the door of the restroom.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, covering her mouth as her eyes gaped. She almost fell to the bloodied floor from the heart-stopping scare.
Almost as if she had forgotten herself and where she was, the waitress stood there, gazing mindlessly at the scene. She was confused, looking around and not doing what to do or who to call.
The next thing that happened was the triggering of a delayed natural response.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed, her voice reaching out to the entire cafe, and then she ran out. She ran as fast as she could, slipping and staggering as she tried to balance herself.
The waitress had witnessed a scarring scene, one that will be engraved in her memory for a long time to come.
The track of blood she followed led even further into the restroom reaching Anna's feet.
She was sat up against the wall. She was there, quiet, peaceful and motionless. Her clothes were stained red with blood and from her mouth, blood dripped down to her turtleneck top.
Her purple hair fell over her face, obscuring it and hiding the agony she experienced in her final moment that could have been revealed to onlookers that would come.
Her arms were to her side and on the floor, her soft hands were turning cold and dry as blood seeped from her right hand that had all five fingers on it chopped off.
Anna's chest was riddled with small actively bleeding holes from Mark's bullets. She was shot six times and allowed to bleed out.
In her final moment, Anna tried to cling to life but with the volume of blood she had lost, life was continually leaving her no matter the conviction she developed.
Mark left her lifeless body in the restroom to rot as he zoomed off. He was long gone already before the waitress came upon the scene.
She laid there against the wall, stiffened and cold to the bones and her blood was drying up and thickening.
Anna Smith had been murdered in cold blood.
What was the reason behind her death?
What had she done?
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Scarred Mouth reached for his waist and pulled out a silver gun that was tucked into a brown leather holster anchored to his belt.
The sight of the weapon forced the old lady and the Snow brothers to freeze in one place.
"Yo, man! Put the gun away. What the hell? What do you want?" Adam lamented.
Seth froze and remained silent. He could not move or even utter a single word.
They understood that they were at a disadvantage and all it would take for Scarred Mouth to end any of their lives was the simple flexing of his trigger finger.
Not so much that they would risk being killed for nothing.
The old lady was the first one to go down on the floor the minute she heard Adam mention 'gun'.
She did not see it and did not wish to know what was about to happen if the men in black suits decided to use the gun.
"Please, spare me," she begged.
"Who are you guys?" Seth asked. "Who sent you?"
Scarred Mouth facepalmed himself and heaved a sigh, disgruntled that he had to say the same thing he just finished saying to them.
"If you are going to kill us in cold blood, you might as well just tell because we don't even know what the fuck we did to you guys."
Stutterer smiled and Scarred Mouth chuckled. Both of them exchanged glances and started laughing.
"Oh, my friend," Scarred Mouth said, trying to control his laughter so he could talk to Seth.
"You've done nothing. As I said, it's nothing personal. This is just my boss being careful."
He lowered his gun and moved closer to the couch where Seth was lying.
"You see, he doesn't want a situation where someone comes back in... let's say, five years... all in the name of avenging their missing sibling or family member from years ago."
'Missing sibling'. Those were the two words that Seth picked from everything Scarred Mouth had said and still rattling.
Seth put the pieces together in his head. It made a little sense now why they would come after him.
All his conclusion came down to one thought.
"These men may have a hand in Eve's disappearance."
It was all too convenient that their sister who did not fear even the dead of the night suddenly disappeared and only hours later, unknown men are after the lives of her siblings.
"You work for them, don't you?"
Seth revealed his conclusion of his assumption right to Scarred Mouth's face without any fear in his eyes, neither was there even an ounce of doubt in his mind concerning the matter.
"You see, kid. By 'them', I don't know who you refer—"
Seth interrupted him.
"Neu-Ron. You work for the Neu-Ron company. You work for Gregory Beckwell."
"Ohh... I am impressed. You're a smart kid. Your type is even more troublesome."
Scarred Mouth sighed again, raising his silvern gun and pointing it at Seth's forehead.
"You see, kid. Being too smart can kill. Tsk!"
Scarred Mouth cocked his gun loudly, with his trigger finger moving slowly and softly over the trigger like he was caressing and preparing it to fire.
"If I was you, kid. I would have kept my mouth shut," he said, making a zipping gesture over his mouth.
"...and kept what I know to myself. Now you have to die."
"Don't do this," Seth pleaded with him.
Scarred Mouth clicked his tongue and was shaking his head in refusal when Stutterer suddenly groaned.
Sparks of electricity whizzed within the room's space. Scarred Mouth first caught a glimpse of it when he caught sight of a blue flash from the corner of his eyes.
Turning around immediately with his eyes broadened behind his dark glasses, he saw Stutterer flying through the door, dominated by an electric power that tossed him far away.
Scarred Mouth's gaping eyes shrunk to normal and narrowed and his mouth widened into a grin, an ugly one that made his face look distasteful.
"I knew I should have killed you first."