BANG!
The door to the abandoned beach shack was thrown open by a heavily built man, carrying a wounded, pale, slender man on his shoulders. The built man threw his wounded comrade on a couch in the middle of the room, sending dust this way and that when the slender, wounded man landed.
“There! Now quit your whining Danny!” the built man yelled at the wounded man. “We did the job and lived to tell the tale! We killed that Cross fellow like the Mastermind wanted us to. Now it is smooth sailing from here!”
“Smooth sailing?!?!?!” the wounded man, known as Danny, exclaimed. “Jack that son of a gun shot me in the shoulder!”
“The bullets ain’t in there and it stopped bleeding you damn baby.” Jack retorted. “Now quit your crying or this money is only going to be split two ways! Speaking of which… hey! Michael! Get the hell in here kid!”
A split second later a boy no older than eighteen, known to Jack and Danny as Michael, came through the door, looking as emotionless as he always did. The front of his long jet black hair covered his left stone grey eye, but his right stone grey eye stared directly at Jack and the boy known as Michael said in the most monotone voice ever heard, “You called Jack.”
“Yeah I fricken called! Put a god damn smile on kid! We can celebrate now that this Cross fellow is dead! Ran over by a school bus! We couldn’t have planned it perfectly!”
“That is just it Jack.” Michael stated flatly. “That was not the plan. The Mastermind gave us explicit orders to kill Cross at the museum. We were never supposed to flee into a school full of children.”
“Ha! First off bub…” Jack scoffed. “This Mastermind p***k gave ME the orders thus making me in charge… not you! Second off… you are about just as old as half of those ‘children’ and shouldn’t even be disrespecting me like you are. I don’t know who the hell you are or why the Mastermind insisted you tag along on this mission but just know this: I make the rules. Not you. Not the Mastermind. Me! And if and when this guy does decide to show up and give us the 10 mil each like he promised, I am going to put a bullet in his head just because I can.”
Danny laughed a brutish laugh on the couch he was resting on. “Yeah! Show em whose boss Jacky! We’re tougher than any big, bad Mastermind!”
Michael looked straight into Danny’s eyes. “Please Danny. Do not kid yourself. The Mastermind is more than either of you could ever hope to be.”
Jack suddenly took Michael by the throat. “Is that so you son of a b***h? You seem to think a lot about some p***k you never met.”
Michael wasn’t even intimidated by the hand over his throat. “My, my... you have much to learn. Maybe you are not the leader you truly thought you were. Sorry Jack. The Mastermind no longer needs your assistance.”
Suddenly Michael raised both of his hands; Jack was ripped away from Michael’s throat, and flung to the wall by some unknown force. Michael slowly balled his hands into a fist and Jack suddenly felt like he was being choked by someone with incredible strength.
“Freak!” exclaimed Danny from the couch. Michael slowly turned his head to face Danny, keeping Jack still glued to the wall. Danny pulled out a gun from behind his back and let out a bullet, aimed right for Michael’s head. Michael was as good as dead… but suddenly the bullet stopped right before it made contact with his forehead. With a little twitch of Michael’s head, the bullet suddenly turned around and zipped straight into Danny’s heart. Danny’s eyes went wide with shock before he slumped off of the couch… dead. Michael then turned back to the choking Jack and Jack slowly uttered the words, “Why?”
Michael stared coldly into Jack’s eyes and said “Because I am Mythos.” With that, Michael, or Mythos, clenched his hands into an even tighter fist. Jack started to frail around and after a couple of seconds his whole body went limp. Mythos unclenched both hands and the dead Jack went crashing to the floor. Mythos glanced at Jack’s lifeless body and then at Danny’s lifeless body and said, “Mastermind’s will thy be done.”
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