Just like my grandpa always said:
"Grab life by the ass and hold it as tight as you can and never let go."
Wise words I never seemed to understand until this day. I thought to myself.
I made my way out of the clothes store just when I saw a convoy of 12 Rolls Royce cars pull up towards the premises as the huge gates slid open—perfect timing, just like the system warned.
The glasses were tinted, but I could still see through, finally catching a sight of Bony in the back seat of the second to last vehicle.
Hmm, a nice and hardly predictable choice if an enemy were to attack without clarification but I wasn't just any enemy.
Straining my eyes, I could see through the Rolls Royce chassis, I could see the watch on his wrist resting on his lap. It's now or never, I thought to myself. As I stood and watched the cars all make their way into the premises. Then I made my move.
I took bold steps as I approached the gates. The gates were already shut, and I noticed from my angle two men sitting and puffing blunts into the morning air. I hadn't gotten close to the gate before I heard a voice interrupt me from my right side.
"Who are you, and what is your purpose?" A bald man in a black outfit from head to toe said with a fat cigar in his mouth, his voice piercing through the morning calm as he drew closer, pointing his rifle at me. One hand held the rifle and the other held the cigarette off his lips as he puffed again.
"Whoa, man, keep it cal—"
"Answer my question! What are you doing here? You don't seem lost, so it seems you have a motive, hey?"
"I ju—"
"Here's the thing," he cut me off again.
"I don't know what you are here for, but trust me, I have seen many try, and they didn't live to tell their story," he said as he threw the cigar on the ground and stepped on it.
"I'll give you a chance to turn around and go back from where you came from, kiddo."
" kiddo? Whose you calling kiddo ?Fuck you and your sympathy; I don't need it," I said out of an annoyance I couldn't understand myself.
"I'm here for Bony," I replied, my eyes fixed on his as my heart raced with anticipation, but my mind focused on the main task.
"Mr. Bony, you say?" the bald man repeated, his eyes squinting. "What business do you have with him?" He took a step closer, his rifle still pointed at me. He didn't seem to be offended by my reproach towards him. Rather, he was calmer than expected. Maybe it's because of my stature or probably the gun in his possession.
"Let that be my problem," I said, my voice firm. My fists clenched at my sides, my muscles tensed for battle.
The bald man snorted. "You think this is a video game or something, boy?" the man asked. "He's the most powerful man in the city. You're just a fool on a suicide mission. This is your last warning: get the fuck outta here," he said, pointing his rifle towards the roadside.
"This is not a place for kids."
Kid. This motherfucker just called me a kid again. His voice rang in my head as I let out a cold, calculated smile. Let's see what this kid can do.
With a sudden movement, I charged at the bald man, my fists flying against his face, as he fell off guard.
I could see his every move before he made it. It was such a useful advantage to me as I managed to land a few good punches to his face and torso, making his gun fall off as I kicked it away. He was unable to touch me. He was just too slow.
He got back up with a deep growl and eyes full of rage fixed on me, but seeing him in that mood only made me chuckle. "Come on, you piece of shit, let me show you what this kid can do."
We clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks, our bodies crashing against the ground. Finally, I managed to overpower him, pulling out a dagger from his pants and slipping it into his neck slowly.
Words appeared before my eyes again.
(FIRST BLOOD / NICE ONE LAD. BABY STEPS!!)
Fuck, I just killed someone, I muttered to myself. Lucky no one heard the whole thing. I made my way towards the gate, seeing about six men approximately laughing and making jokes off guard.
"Chances," I said in my mind when
5 / 100 IF YOU ARE CAREFUL ENOUGH NOT TO MAKE ANY MISTAKES.... |
Hmm, I thought to myself, then said in my mind again.
Chances of not making any mistakes
40 / 100... |
Yeah, that was a little bit encouraging, but having in mind that if I died, that was all, I just had to calm my mind.
Going through the front was suicidal and also was the only way. I kept on thinking as my time kept on fast ticking.
I could just make up an act like I'm mad, calling bony's name.
Surely he would want to see me, and when I get close enough to him, I kill everyone around and get the watch from the bastard, I thought, just when I got interrupted.
"THATS A STUPID PLAN"
Well, you got another plan? I asked as the voice remained silent. I thought so. I said, lost in my thoughts just when I noticed headlights coming close and fast.
So I picked up the gun and pulled the man I stabbed quickly away from the gates.
The engines roared as a Lamborghini pulled up into the premises. The gates already opened before the car got near as it drove in.
I also noticed it was stopped at another gate within and was surely requested of something from the driver before letting it proceed.
Observing the whole scenario gave me an idea just when the voice came again.
"THAT'S SUICIDE."
"Nah, you don't need to worry. There's no other choice," I said as I made my way to my stolen car by the roadside, got in it, and drove about 400 meters away and drifted the opposite way, bringing the car to a halt.
I let out a deep breath as I stepped on the gas again. As the engines roared out loud, getting close enough, I curved immediately towards the drive-through leading to the gate, maintaining my speed. As I approached the gates, I could already notice red dots all over my chest and face as I drove closer just when…