Hills of Desperation
Two men are walking down the road. It’s almost midnight, and they know they had have done something terrible. Something unforgivable. Something for which their souls would be tormented and tortured in hell. They just don’t feel sorry for that, as money is good, and crime is deeper than that – everyone knows.
“Do you reckon Mancer would reward us for that? We overdid this time” said the slightly larger man as other kept chewing his teeth.
“Come on Beef, Mancer has done worse than this, and of course he would reward us. We are the best assassins in the city, and he values that” said another man confidently.
“Blimey Pete, level your voice, it’s midnight, and you’re gonna get us in trouble.” Both walked through a residential street.
They both have plans for the 80 grand they are promised to receive after the job that they overdid.
Beef wanted to quit thug and get on with his life. His guts were disgusted. And Pete would keep saying that he’d fuck whores and empty the barrels of whiskey once he gets his forty thousand dollars.
They still have 4 miles to walk, and it’s already 2 past midnight. They are quite now. Even the darkest of humans couldn’t talk much after killing an infant, but Pete was not a human. He always wished to rule the streets when he was a teenager and has murdered people before. Beef is not comfortable talking about it. He always used to mention his tales from London and how he would punish those who would dare to upset him. He was a badass. But Pete would joke about his masculinity as he was not even able to kill someone when he had the chance.
They have reached the main door of Bron Villa. Following the narrow streets of Azure, this house looked like a giant pearl shining in a swamp. Made of marble, the villa shone in the moonlight. It has a large swimming pool, bigger than most of the villa and behind it, dwelling stood on a hill. A lighthouse alongside which seemed abandoned. The rocky shores stopped the waves hitting it harsh and making loud noises that can only calm restless souls.
The large gates are now sliding and two big sized men, greater than Beef, appears wearing suit and tie.
Azure was a city dying of poverty, and someone has managed to build such luxury from that. One of the men, hard to tell which one, they both looked very similar, stepped forward and asked Pete for something. Pete showed him a mark on his wrist and said the secret code. They both are now allowed in this giant mansion.
Beef always wondered why Mancer would need such a large swimming pool, there was an entire sea behind the villa. But today his mind is occupied, he has killed people before, but it was different this time.
As they walked past the swimming pool and into the main entrance of the house, a woman comes and escort them inside into the lobby where stood a man. The man has a look on his face, a look that might harm the ego of most men. Pride can be seen on his face with sharp features. He is more beautiful than most Prince has ever been. With an expensive cigar clung tight to his lips he muttered something in the left ear of that woman, which upon hearing, disappeared from the sight of Beef and Pete.
“Mancer, we did what you told us to do. You owe us money” Pete said with a false sounding American accent.
“I am not seeing any child in your arms,” said Mance, calmly.
“He died with his mother. We are fucking assassins, not some kidnap agency,” said Pete, still carrying a lot of confidence in his voice.
“I told you, to kill the woman and bring me the child.”
“We lost the child, the woman tried to defend her baby, and he fell from the 4th story. We could not do anything Mancer,” said Beef apologetically.
“You killed the child.”
“Aye, we did. So what fucker. You are not our boss. You hired us to kill, and we did the kill. Pay us or else you would lose the good faith of blackmen brothers.” Pete is now spitting words out.
Mancer, glaring towards the two men of blackmen brothers.
“Beef, what you told Zera about your kills in London and America.”
Beef is a smart guy, he predicted his imminent death. “I…I did not, I killed two men in London in a close combat and murdered one old man in Chicago, I am sorry Lord Mancer, this guy here is nonsense, please forgive us for our wrong and this foul’s profanity”.
“You can leave Beef. Tell Jaguar, blackmen brothers are not allowed in Azure and if any is spotted from next morning; I will diminish this god forsaken band of men myself, lost now” Mance, sounding calm still draws a blade from his sleeves.