Crimson Tribunal

Left For c*****e

Genesis’ P.O.V

I was silently enjoying my latte when my second in command came rushing in the kitchen. I gave him a bored look.

“Someone broke in last night but there’s no trace of a break-in, they left this envelope for you.” His expression mirrored one of pure horror.

I grabbed the envelope from him and opened the seal to reveal the contents, it contained various pictures of me, pictures of me in the shopping mall. There were even pictures of me in the hallway of my very own mansion.

I took a deep breath and clenched and unclenched my fists. I repeated this several times until I calmed down.

Anger is a silent huntress looming in the night, ready to strike when you least expect it. She hovers over you like morning fog, clouding your judgment. She deceives you whenever she wills. You see a threat and she sees the game. One moment it’s there and the next it’s gone, leaving a trail of regret. And, with someone else’s blood on your hands.

I flipped the envelope over, as expected it had a serpent logo. I gracefully brushed my manicured nails over the outlines of the serpent letting them hover above it for a while.

“So they have chosen death,” I smirked.

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We were currently outside the Serpent’s g**g house. I had come up with the perfect plan. When it comes to the fight there’s no honor, no code. All that matters is the win and we take nothing for granted. The boys have the exits covered, there’s nowhere to run. I’ll offer them peace first, a chance to surrender on my terms, something they will of course refuse. Then the first blow comes, a single sniper shot in their leader’s head. Then the negotiation restarts with the second in command. Perhaps it isn’t a fair fight, but isn’t that a strange concept anyway? I always leant toward short and brutal to curb the fatalities, maximize the fear, and thus my power base. After all, what’s the point of winning if there’s no-one left to subjugate?

“They’re in for a treat,” I grinned evilly.

I had been correct, the leader of the serpents was long dead along with his second-in-command. The g**g was now left without a leader, it wasn’t like it mattered anyway but still.

The g**g wore masks much of the time, though the effect was the same when they took them off. Whoever they once were, boys and girls grinning on each Christmas Eve, they were buried deep, lost. All that was left to keep them fired up and moving was energy from the dark side: the slick joy of power, an addiction to inflicting fear, a desire to jack their adrenaline to ever-higher heights.

One thing I was sure of was that nobody joins a g**g without being a lost soul first. No-one goes to a monster for guidance unless it’s their only option.

The blood-shed lasted for only half an hour. I wanted to negotiate but it looked like fate wasn’t with them today, such a pity.

I felt tired after all the exertion I had done today so I showered and went straight to bed.

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