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“Where is Dan?” I ask, pointing my rifle at him.

“I don’t know.” He swallows, and his eyes dart towards Gabriel, recognizing who is behind me.

"I won’t be lied to, where is he?” Swinging the rifle to my back, I take my other knife from my pocket and plunge it into his thigh.

His eyes dart back towards Gabriel. “Don’t look at him, don’t talk to him, don’t even think about him. You look at me only, now where is Dan?”

Blue howls in pain, sweat beading around his hairline. “I don’t know, man, he–fuck, he moves locations all the time.”Which is why we were here. Gabriel told me he had three places he would go, and I wasn’t spending my time racing around to each.

“Where. Is. He?” I yell, my muscles tightening, my sanity barely clinging to my body. My blood boils as I stare down at this piece of shit.

His bloodshot eyes dart from mine to behind me once again. “Gabriel…”

My pulse accelerates, my vision blurs, I yank the knife from his thigh and jab the tip into his eye. His screams are like music to my ears. Blood runs down his face, dripping onto my hand. Pulling out, the eye comes out with a “pop” sound, and his optic nerve hangs from his eye socket.

“Oh, fuck,” Gabriel mutters behind me.

Gripping the nerve, I flick it before jamming the knife into his other eye. He thrashes around, his entire face covered in blood, slipping into his mouth. Choking on his own blood, he gurgles.

“I said don’t talk to him…now where is Dan?”

Plunking the knife out of his other eye socket, my knife holds two bloody eyeballs.

“Where is he?” I demand once more, pinching the other nerve hanging from his eye socket.

“Gabr—”

“I said DON’T SPEAK TO HIM!” I raise my fist, ready to punch the fucker when Gabriel steps forward grabbing my hand.

“Where Blue, where is my sister?” Gabriel begs, his voice cracking.

“Two-fifty-three….” he mumbles, blood leaking from his mouth. “They’re holding her th–there.”

Gabriel nods, telling me he knows where she’s at. Stepping back, I raise my rifle once more, shooting him in the head. Blue falls to the side.

Blood drips from my hand as we exit the motel, the faint sounds of sirens come closer. Climbing in the truck, I back out as Gabriel lets out a laugh.

“You’re scary, my guy.”

My head spins, my need for Izel growing.

“Are you scared of me now?” I dare to ask, not knowing what I’ll do if he fears me. Izel has seen me kill multiple times. Gabriel has only seen two from the bus station, but this is different.

“No.”

"No?”

“You’d never hurt me, I trust you. Just like I trust that you’re going to kill every one of the fuckers that hurt my sister.” Gabriel turns towards me.

“Oh, I plan on it.” I smile underneath my mask. They’re all going to meet The Butcher, and they’re all going to understand why I’m the worst hitman for hire.

Each step is in slow motion. Gabriel drives my truck and like most children, he can’t drive worth a shit. Driving fast and a little crazy. My rifle aims out the window as I take men out, I don’t know how this seems so easy, but I don’t question it. Bodies lay behind us as Gabriel rams the gate and takes off to the compound.

“Anyone worth saving?” I ask, tires squealing to a stop.

“Not at all,” Gabriel grits, grabbing the gun from the middle console. Shoving the door open, Gabriel stands behind me as I make my way to the compound door. My nerves tense, uncertain on what lays behind the door before I use the barrel of the rifle pushing the door open. Dim lights hang from the ceiling, and a few people lay on the ground and around the couch.

Grabbing the gun from my thigh holster with the silencer, I don’t care who they are. Shooting five dead, I make my way through the main living area, checking behind the bar, before we head towards the hallway. This has to be too easy.