BAM!
The door slammed open, kicked clean off its hinges with a brutal thud.
"Sigh… damn, he came early," the young man muttered, clicking his tongue in irritation as his eyes flicked toward the sound.
Footsteps.
Heavy.
Coming fast.
"And I was just getting to the good part," he grumbled, glancing back at the screen.
Click.
A metallic slide racked clean behind him, sharp and deliberate.
He didn't turn around. He didn't have to.
A slow grin spread across his face as his fingers still tapped idly on the controller.
"You're here early, Elvis," he said, voice calm, almost amused. "That sound..." he chuckled, voice laced with amusement. "I know that bad boy anywhere,"
He leaned back against the couch, still holding the controller, now more relaxed than ever.
"Full-sized frame, all-metal, chambered in 9mm—fifteen in the mag, one in the pipe. Hammer-fired, double-action/single-action, decocker on the side... German engineering at its smug, overbuilt best."
He chuckled, finally pausing the game with a casual tap.
"I've owned five of those once. Carried two everywhere I went—one in a belt holster, the other under my arm. Slept better with them than with most women."
The soft hum of the screen filled the room as he leaned his head back slightly, just enough to glance at Elvis from the corner of his eye. He paused the game with a click, resting the controller on his lap.
"Guns like that don't belong in twitchy hands, Elvis. So unless you're here to shoot me, point it somewhere else."
The young man trembled in uncontrollable rage, staring at a person he once called—
"Friend."
Or at least… what he was made to believe.
The young man had always laughed at that notion of friend.
A friend?
Like that was real.
There's nothing like a friend in this world. Only those who let you close enough to squeeze value out of you.
He knew this all too well.
And he wasn't about to become the friend of an MC.
That just meant one thing.
Being a lackey who'd one day be thrown away.
"I trusted you, Leo… I fucking trusted you to take care of her while I was away.
YOU FUCKING SLEPT WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!" he roared, and the sound of the slide racking echoed once more.
The young man didn't move, just kept staring.
Then he grinned.
"Oh sorry, Elvis, I just couldn't control my dick for a moment there," he said casually.
BAM!
The trigger was pulled.
"Ugh," the young man seated on the couch groaned, but then laughed.
"At least aim a little. I hate newbies the most—you guys try to kill someone but just end up killing yourself in the end."
He rolled his eyes, touching the graze mark of the bullet on his shoulder. Blood had already started staining his pristine shirt.
"Why? TELL ME NOW! WHY? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?! I TOOK YOU AS A FRIEND, YOU FUCKER! A BROTHER!
WHY?!"
BAM!
Gunshot—this time, there was impact.
The young man held his now completely destroyed right arm, gritting his teeth.
"Why?" he asked, then laughed.
"Why? Fucker actually asked why," he said to himself, laughing even with the blood flowing out from him.
"I swear, if you don't give me the answers I want, I will blow your fucking brain out!" he screamed.
"Hm," the young man hummed, then finally, a hint of seriousness graced his face.
"You automatically conclude I'm the one who initiated it all. Did you even bother to ask your sweet little Anny?
The same girl who made sure to remind me how fucking hot she was every damn time we met?
God—those tiny little skirts, the way she'd bend over like she wanted me watching.
That tight ass—it was too thick for someone so innocent-looking, whenever she bent over, I always found myself looking." he said with a grin.
BAM!
"Ah! Haah! Hahahaha!"
"She knew damn well we two were the only ones around, that you weren't coming back anytime soon.
Yet every move she made screamed come-fuck-me.
What the hell was I supposed to do when that little succubus practically threw herself at me, begging for it like she would die if I didn't fuck the living daylight out of her?"
Another snapping sound.
He was about to die at any moment now.
"SHUT UP! You raped her! THAT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION! YOU BASTARD RAPED HER!"
BAM!
Blood. More blood.
"Hehehehe," he laughed.
Pain.
He was used to pain.
"Just can't accept your sweet Anny was actually screaming like a whore as she rode me like her life depended on it," he muttered.
BAM!
"Fuck! How the hell do you keep missing my vital points, fucker?" he muttered as he felt a truckload of pain slam into him.
The bastard just kept shooting him in places that wouldn't kill him but hurt really bad.
He knew what was happening.
It was fate, destiny, everything backing the bastard MC up, actually trying to torment him—screaming in rage for what he had just done.
But he didn't care.
He had stopped caring about those powers he couldn't see.
"She… You drugged her, right? You forced your shitty self on her!
Answer me, you bastard!"
BAM!
"Ahh!" he screamed a bit, bit his lip—then laughed.
Damn, he gave a good laugh.
"I didn't, you pitiful fuck… Didn't have to," he laughed.
"You think the world revolves around you, don't you?" he grinned.
"Well… it kinda does," he muttered.
He looked back at the screen, his vision blurring…
"You left to fuck some rich kids to get your life on track… You were literally stealing girls from there boyfriends, who you didn't even know how much they suffered to get those girls.
You thought it was fun? Why?
Because you thought you had a big dick?" he laughed at this point—only rage consumed Elvis.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Then the sound of reloading.
Even with all this, fucker missed his heart, head, and all the major places that would've ended him instantly.
He felt irritated, but in a way… he actually saw this as an opportunity.
At least he could clear a large sum of karmic burden he had on him with all this pain before he died.
"You shut up! Those girls deserved better! You don't even know their story!" screamed Elvis.
"Yeah…" he laughed.
"So what's their story? That the guys after them were simps who didn't have a backbone? Or let me guess, you're the 'better' they deserve? Hah. Hypocrite," he laughed.
"I hate hypocrites," he said, his eyes darkening.
"Shut up! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Yeah… this time, he was actually dying.
He grinned.
For a moment, all he wondered was what the next life would bring.
But at this point, he was really getting exhausted of having to pay all this karmic debt that just kept accumulating with everything he did.
At this point…
He just wanted out.
"Heh, well, since I am dying, might as well let you know this…
Your girl was the sweetest, tightest I've tasted in a while.
I can't thank you enough for saving her virginity for me all this time.
You really had the best in mind for me."
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"DIE! DIE! DIE!"
But then…
BAM!
This time.
The young man's smile twitched.
That was not the sound of a Sig Sauer.
That was a pistol.
He raised his now bloodied and blurry eyes, but he didn't see fuck.
"What… what… what happened? Elvis?" he muttered.
But there was no sound.
Next. He heard a trembling, sobbing voice.
Hesitant footsteps.
No.
NO, PLEASE NO.
FUCK NOOOOOO!
He screamed in his heart as he realized what just happened.
"YOU BITCH! WHAT DID YOU… JUST DO?!" he screamed—not only from the pain his body engulfed him with, but with real pain.
It always never ended how he planned for it.
At this point, tears began streaming down his cheeks.
He was tired…
No matter what he did, he just kept accumulating more karmic debt.
At this point… he was just a slave to fate.
"Sobs No, Leo… You can't die," he heard the trembling voice.
But at this point, his body began giving in.
"Why… did you… kill him?" he asked.
"I came to understand… I love you… I don't know why I feel this way. Nothing has ever made me feel this way.
I can't lose you," he felt the trembling hands on his, the wet sensations on his face.
"You… are one… sick bitch," he said.
And then—
Darkness.
"Leo? Leo.... Leo...
Stop messing with me...
LEO!
I swear, if you don't respond, I will do something crazy!
LEO!
NO! NO! YOU CAN'T DIE ON ME!
IF YOU DIE, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE, I WILL KILL YOU!
LEO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
And then.
BAM!
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