Dripping Roses

9

Chapter 9

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling without any thoughts running through my mind. I felt blank, as though I was in an empty space. I had no idea what this feeling was but I hated it. I knew gaining emotions, showed weakness. Weakness that allow you to make rash decisions, that also put you in danger. Though feeling emotions was inevitable. Anger was my only emotion; especially when I hunted blood. The dark red substance, activated something in me. What it was? I had no idea. What I did know, was that new emotions flowed through me. I commanded my heart to restrict but it merely brushed me off. My heart worked for its own. I had no strength to over power it.

Never fall in love Makada.

I knew those words were to mock me. It rendered me in a state of oblivion to emotions. Emotions I thought will never resurface. Though when I stared into those intoxicating, deep, gray pools, I felt again. I wanted to feel again. Every time I saw her smile, I swooned. I felt again, even in those little times that I knew her. Who was I to stop my flow of emotions? My heart stopped me from it. I needed to feel again.

Feelings is only a game to fools.

My father words kept running through me like a slick python ready to kill his prey. I was the prey. I listened to his words for twenty two years. I am the prawn to my father's wretched games. I am nothing more than his epitome.

Feelings only cloud one's judgment.

Maybe he was right. Though I can't continue to listen and live my life as a cardboard. I had to feel again. Even if the feeling isn't reciprocated, I will feel again.

I sighed at the ceiling as a knock at the door took me out of my reverie. Angie walked in and sat to the edge of my bed.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She smiled.

My lips remained in a thin line as I continued to stare at the ceiling. We sat in a comfortable silence, none of us seemed to mind. My thoughts were haywire while Angie looked the same.

"Have you ever been in love?" I asked while staring at the ceiling.

"Actually, I have!" She said. I turned to her and nod meekly.

"What does it feel like?" I asked.

"It feels like the world stopped, for the two of you to stare at each other. When you feel empty without the other. You can't rest not knowing if the other is safe." She smiled as though she was reminiscing.

We fell in that silence again. I knew not what love was. That was an emotion, I have yet to feel. I knew what sadness felt like. I knew what anger felt like. Happiness even! But love.

I wonder what art of the gods made such a thing. What story each person in love held? Is it like a constant constraint on your heart when you see, said person? Do I want to love? I'm not sure. What I do know is that I want to feel? I want to be able to call someone, mine, one day.

I closed my eyes and slowly drifted into a thick slumber. Nimble fingers brushed my cheeks. "You'll learn to love Scar!"

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"Listen to me idiots, gather some men and show Santiago that I am not the one to mess with." I scowled and paced my office.

Early this morning, I heard of a mission to raid one of my drug houses. Santiago Marcello is merely an underdog gang. Their ranks are lower than the soles of my shoes. Its pathetic how they think they can beat me with a mere hundred gang members. My gang resided in many parts of New York. With over ten thousand members, per drug block.

If my men allowed this pathetic, recreant gang to bust my warehouse, I'll single handedly, show them how it's done. I wasn't fearful.

Fear is a word for the weak.

Somehow my father was absolutely right. Fear is something I never had. I had no fear of dying.

If you allow fear to conquer you, you're as good as dead.

Those words flowed through me.

Never allow fear to conquer.

I walked to my desk and grabbed my two silver, barrel guns and stood in front of my men.

"Let's go!" I ordered. The ten of them followed silently. "Marco, stand sniper!" I ordered. He nod and proceeded to the van.

"Ricky, Ar 15 and Aviolo machine. I want five of you with two hand guns and one M1 17. Trent grab the Ak 47 and let's go." I grabbed a machine gun out of the van and jumped in my truck.

I drove to the front of the clan, with the van in the middle and two trucks tailing behind. We sped down the freeway and unto an abandoned track. The mud filled road were slippery and filled with leaves. The path was almost unnoticeable. Thick bushes lined the make shift road way. We parked close to Santiago's warehouse and all hopped out.

I lit a cigarette as I looked around the scenery. The place was secluded; a well enough place to execute the m******e I planned.

"Listen up boys. Call Rico and tell him to hack the system and block all security cameras. I want them to be surprised." I chuckled maniacal.

A few of the boys followed my laugh. I knew my men loved the scent of blood. It empowered them. They love the feel of it against their opponents skin.

"We go through the right side of the building. Ricky and Aviolo will guard the side entrance and Marco will be watching from that tree," I pointed a tall, bushy tree. Secluded enough to hide but sparse enough to see.

"The rest of us will proceed through the upstairs. We will kill till I have found Santiago. Let's go!"

We all moved with stealth towards the entrance. Two men stood guard at the side entrance. As their eyes land on my men, they grabbed their guns. Sadly, they weren't fast enough. Ricky shot them both directly at their hearts. They dropped limp on the floor. I crossed over the bodies and walked further into the building. As ordered, Ricky and Aviolo stood guard, while Marco resided on the tree.

The rest of us separated, while I walked to his office. Immediately as I bent the corner, three men stood with menacing grins; in thoughts of scaring me. I smirked and continued walking forward. One of the men held a ritshui sword in his hand. While the other two had revolvers. I holstered my gun and stood in front of the one with the sword.

"Hello Scar!" He spat. I smirked and punched him square in his nose. He doubled over and I kneed him in his face. The other two rushed forward and I spun around, jumped on the other's back and land a kick to his jaw. He dropped unconscious. I wasted no time as I grabbed the sword from his hand and plunged it in his stomach. He groaned and I twist the sword ninty degrees. The last one took timid steps towards me. My hand still holding the sword in the man, I knew his next move. He rushed forward and tried to land a kick to my chest. I side stepped him and jumped up, with my feet wrapped around his neck, I twisted and his neck cracked to the side. He fell limp to the ground. I turned to the one who had the sword lodged in his stomach. He succumbed to the bleeding and died. I took the sword out and stepped into Santiago's office.

His office was dark, except for the moonlight shining through the window. "Santiago!" I called.

No answer yet I can hear his rapid breaths behind me. The whooshing sound of his hand made me step to the side. I turned to face him and palmed his chin. He flew backwards and quickly jumped to his feet. I rushed forward and kicked his chest. He anticipated my move, and grabbed my ankle. I rose my next foot and kicked him in his temple. He reluctantly released my foot and tried to counter attack me. I anticipated his move and grabbed his knuckles. I bent it to the back of him and elbowed him in the chest. He doubled over and I quickly grabbed his neck between my forearm and elbow. I twisted his neck to the side and smiled as his life drained from him.

Never mess with the king, Santiago!

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My men made it out of Santiago's warehouse, with little to no marks. A lot of his men died that night and Sydney had a fit. Apparently, I am too much for her.

"How can you kill someone in cold blood?" She shouted as I sat on my bed with a cigarette placed between my lips.

"You killed seventy people Scar." She yelled.

"I am a lawyer, how am I to get you out of this one?" She yelled again. I sighed loudly as I stared at her lips. Her lips curved into a thin line when she realized that I wasn't listening.

"Scar!" She yelled.

"Sydney! Why are you upset? This is me!" I yelled.

She glared at me and stepped forward. "Change your lifestyle Scar."

I sighed as she retreated from my room. I laid on my bed and Angie walked in.

"Is she your girlfriend?" She asked while laying her head on my chest.

"Nope!" I sighed while running my hand through her hair.

"If she was, she would of been very lucky!" She smiled.

I adjusted my head so that I can watch her. A shy grin was painted on her face. I chuckled and stared at the ceiling. She snuggled closer to me and draped her arm across my torso.

"Scar, we-," I turned to the door and faced a livid Sydney.

"I see that you're busy!" She hissed.

"No, its alright. I was leaving any how." Angie said.

Sydney glared at her with her arms folded across her chest. Angie left the room and Sydney turned to me.

"That girl wants to f**k you Scar!" She spat.

"She do not. She is eighteen." I sighed.

"When I was eighteen, I f****d my chemistry teacher, who was thirty." She spat.

"You got around!" I snickered.

"Am I looking funny to you?" She glared while taking steps towards the bed.

"Sydney! I'm telling you there is nothing going on between us."

"You don't have to reassure me. We are only mere workers." She said indifferently.

I clenched my jaw and stared at her. I got up and stood in front of her. "You don't mean that!" I whispered while gripping her waist and bringing her closer.

She didn't flinch nor falter. "I do, now let me go!"

Emotions is the enemy.

My father was right. My heart felt heavy at her words. I tried to not show the pain through my eyes, as I closed it shut.

"Sydney!" I whispered.

"Scar let me go!" She whispered.

I clenched my jaw and dropped my hands to the side. "As you wish!"

I watched as she walked away with my heart. I dropped on my bed and closed my eyes.

Emotions is the enemy!