Yearning For A Bullet

First Meet

Wyetta's POV

     I remember our first meeting; he was one of the people who was kidnapped and brought to the underworld court for further investigation and final judgement. The underworld's court is no different than the general court but things here get bloodier and more intense.

     Once a person is proven guilty by the underworld laws and condemned by the Boss, it's upon the prisoner to decide his fate of punishment. There are two types of punishment to choose from that is; a life-long verdict to rot in a dark dungeon without any access to the basic sensory requirement like sound, touch or gaze of another human being. It's designed after years of research on human's socializing skills and concluded that after having no possible contacts with other humans the prisoners go insane to the point where they start hurting themselves and take their own life. In distinction to the first punishment, the prisoner begs for another and a quicker punishment that is execution. But it is not simple as it sounds but much quicker than life imprisonment.

     Execution in the underworld is way more brutal and painful than the normal ones. It may depend on the seriousness of crime a person has committed but the most unfortunate ones are first tortured until they start bleeding then they are forcefully fed something they are allergic to but if that is unknown than they are locked up in a dark prison for two days without food and water after which they are fed with a slow acting poison that takes up to 24 hours to kill.

    In that process, when a person is slowly dying, he is hung up in the air with a noose around his neck and a stool under his feet. The person is forced to repeatedly apologize for his crime and if in the process the prisoner doesn’t speaks or becomes unconscious then he is burned using a hot stick or splashed with scalding water. If the prisoner is from within the circle then he has to prostrate for his sin of going against his lord and beg for forgiveness for the dishonor he has caused on a microphone so that everyone can hear him loud and clear. This marks as an example for all those who dares to go against me, who dares to challenge me or plan to betray me and just before the poison consumes the prisoner completely, the stool is pulled and the person dies in a snap.

     For me every day was the same and the people who were dragged into the court were the same, they are the same cruel and disgusting people like me but what gives me the right to take their life was the only difference of strength and position. Once in a hundred, there comes a case where the accused person is not guilty and ever since I have come in power, I haven't seen anybody walking out of here alive.

     The court every day is filled with screams, abusive words, rubbish banter or false cries of justice just like the man who was now being convicted of killing a child along with his murderer parents. Order was to kill his parents only and to not even scrape the child! There are rules that strictly state that only the people who are guilty should be punished and not the innocent ones, not even when they get in the way of the executer because at those time the protocol is to retreat and find another opportunity to finish the mission but this vicious person just barged in with a gun and killed them along with the child who was trying to hide.

     The man turned to me when everyone ignored his blatant lies.

     "My Lord, please have mercy! Mercy, my lord! I promise I won't hurt anyone anymore. I-I'll never even touch my own child! My Lord, please let me go!!" A palpitating silence fell over the court room as ever spectator including the judge bowed down their heads in worry. I could hear the clock ticking of their anxious nerves and sweat trickling down their foreheads as they worried a storm brewing.

     I smirked in delight when my eyes glanced over everyone looking so anxious and scared especially the prisoner who was rubbing his nose on the floor with tears unashamedly falling down his eyes and words spewing out of his mouth for mercy instead of fulfilling his basic need of breathing.

Ah, it sounds so beautiful to hear. The voice of his painful cries, of his hopeless begging and his fear bobbling up and down his throat every time he swallows.

     I remember when I was brought here as a kid, I was crying and begging them to let me go to my parents, to at least see them once but at that time he was the one who came over to me with a big smile on his face and offered me a chocolate. He murmured sweetly that if I would stop crying, he would bring me to my parents but as soon as I swallowed the chocolate, my breathing became labored and I choked and coughed rapidly. I wailed for help as my vision started blurring out but all he did was laugh and mock me before he pulled me by my hair and started taunting me but when he saw that I was passing out he gave me the antidote and dipped my face into the water roughly to keep my consciousness.

     That memory used to jolt me to the bones. He was the first person who ever laid a hand on me, even my parents who were the King and Queen of the Underworld never hit me. Those days of torture were imprinted on my mind so he would always take advantage of my fear and threaten me to do it again whenever I would cry or plead them to let me go.

He loves torturing children and his fake promises means nothing to me. In the underworld, you can get away with anything but not with displeasing your boss and breaking the vow and this is the opportunity I was waiting for years. I was waiting for the chance to strike back, to revenge for the loss of not meeting my parents one last time before they were cremated without my presence and for every second of torture, he inflicted on me.

     Getting up from the chair, my bodyguards followed closely behind as I walked down the stairs, my eyes never leaving his. No one dared to raise their head and look at me, they kept their heads bowed in submission and respect. Upon reaching the court room, I raised my hand to stop my bodyguards at the doorway as I walked up to the prostrating man and remembered all the harsh memories that he gave me, his filthy hands that touched me and his gun that took the lives of so many innocent kids.

     My hands tightened in a fist as I glared at him but taking a deep breath, I moved towards him and the bodyguards moved forward as well but a glare from me and they moved back to their original position.

     "Look up" I said in an authoritative tone.

     "Thank you, my Lord. Thank you!" he said taking my hands in his trying to kiss them like he always did when I was a kid and I detested him for that but before I could snatch my hand away four guns and two swords were pointed at him and ready to tear him open right away along with several snipers hiding and taking their aims.

     One slight movement and he will be shredded to pieces.

I smirked. What has fate brought him to. There was a time when he was the commanding leader of the gang, my father’s right-hand man but look at him now. His face is rubbed against the floor like a broom on a dirty floor.

     "Move" I ordered and they harmonized "Yes, my Lord"

     "What were your orders?" I asked loudly and the man holding him down pulled him up but he dares not look me in the eyes and kept looking down.

     He gulped before he began "I-I was asked to terminate gangster Edmund and his wife Ella." The sheen cover of sweat and his fumbling tongue were proof enough that he knew he was wrong.

     My eyes twitched in anger but as the Boss I had to keep my patience and display no emotions on impulse. I beckoned the person holding the sword and removed the sword from the sheath slowly to drum his heart loudly in terror, the blade hitting against metal made enough noise of malicious intentions in the eerily silent room.

     "Don't irk me" I said again while placing the sword on his neck.

     He looked horrified and I could see him breathing thoughtfully and carefully.

Frightened? Ha! This person is the personification of Satan, how could he ask for mercy?!

     "I-I'm saying the truth my Lord, I was given the orders to kill them..."

     "But did it say to kill anyone except them?" I asked furiously pressing the blade on his neck as blood oozed out.

     "No! N-No my Lord! It didn't say that. I made a mistake! Please spare me! Mercy my Lord! Mercy!"

     Mistake?! That's all he got to say after taking the life of an innocent kid.

     "Don't make me repeat! What were the orders?" I asked clenching my jaw in aggression and leaned forward to look right into his eyes. He flinched but I grabbed his face as he wriggled in my rough hold and begged me with his tearful eyes. A sinister smile spread onto my lips and he paled the moment he saw my smile; his blood ran cold with his fear escalating at every second.

     The joy of having him looking so helpless and squealing like a little girl is a sight to behold.

     "Tell me!" I yelled as I punched the floor impatiently. He jumped up at the collision and started shaking so badly that for a minute I thought he would piss in his pants or have a heart attack but the only problem is I don't want his death to be so easy.

     "I'm sorry! I'm sorry my Lord. I'm sorry. I thought that the kid would grow up to be like their parents and come back to seek revenge! I did it all for you, my Lord!!! Please spare my life. Please don't kill me. Please...Wyetta" That single word at the end broke all the restraints I was leashing on my emotions as my blood pumped furiously in anger and loathe and before I could lose control of myself, I pushed him away brazenly and nodded at my bodyguards. One of them took out his handkerchief and went behind the repulsive man and put the cloth in his mouth and gagged him from behind in force and before he could struggle others came up and tied his hands and legs.

     "You thought! Who gave you the permission to think?! The only person who has the right to make decisions of a person's life is the Boss and you, a lowly scum! You're just a vessel to the underworld nothing more than that!" He looked at me shocked at my cruel words "If the child would've sought revenge then he would go after me and I, Wyetta, the Boss of underworld gives everyone a fair chance to take their revenge. I fear no one and if I do then I have no right to be called as the 'Boss of underworld'." I smirked coldly as everyone cheered.

     "You've crossed your limit, not only did you disobey the orders but also broke the protocols set by your BOSS and how dare your filthy tongue form and speak the name of your Lord?!" my voice came out agitated at the end as I tried to calm myself down but his obnoxious presence was making me sick.

     I gestured the bodyguards and one of them grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up "By breaking you vow and taking innocent lives, you've severed ties with the underworld. You're hereby revoked as the chief head and declared as a murderer and a traitor who is trying to challenge the sole heir of the underworld, Wyetta. You're not only a miscreant but also a disgrace. I hereby declare you to execution..." loud bangs could be heard from around the room as people screamed in support "...an execution that is more inhuman and bestial than any other execution done before!" another roar of bangs followed as he gasped and begged but the screams of the people faded his petty words.

     "Take him away and emboss a mark of shame on his face and all over his body! Let the underworld see what happens when you try to go against the rules and mess with the Boss!" I yelled loudly and screams of ‘yes!’ and ‘my Lord’ could be heard from all over the room as I slashed cuts on both of his hands and a servant immediately rubbed slat on his wound and his woes soon filled the room. I smirked in satisfaction, giving him slow and the most painful death was my agenda.

     "Please have mercy my Lord! My Lord! ..." as they dragged him away his voice got lower and lower until I couldn't hear anything anymore.

     "Continue the session" my voice boomed in the now silent room and everyone harmonized "Yes, my Lord!" they bowed deeply to me as I walked out of the room with my bodyguards tailing behind but on my way to the upstairs secluded room, someone bumped into my shoulder and before my bodyguards could remove their gun I raised my hands to stop them.

     "Ah...sorry" I heard the young man apologize lethargically as he looked back at me and before the guard could greet me, I glared at him.

     "What's your name, young man?" I asked noticing him continuously wriggling on his handcuffs.

     He looked surprised for a minute like he couldn't understand whom I was referring to and pointed if he was the one and as I nodded in irritation, he started laughing like I cracked some joke.

     "You're funny." He chuckled and I looked at him blankly not forgetting the insult "You're younger than me yet you talk like you are an old woman" he continued.

     I was a bit taken aback because he was the first person who was smiling and laughing care-freely in this environment not like other people who were sobbing or whimpering or god knows what but he looked different, something about him was off and that triggered my curiosity.

     "You're a prisoner" I stated the matter of fact as I gave a look over his old battered clothes with dust collected all over them. His height was the same as me and his eyes were blue nothing unusual, his face was average and he had some muscles but aside from that he looked like a normal man. I wondered why he was here? He doesn't look like he could be a criminal plus his body language doesn't gives off anything suspicious which is unsettling.

     "Of course! With chains around my body and torn clothes on my flesh do you think I look like the Boss of the underworld?” He scoffed.

    “But you...you look different?" he said contemplating his words for a while I continued staring at him blankly "No chains, no old clothes, nothing of you looks like a prisoner. Oh! Are you a gangster or something or a mistress of one of those old hooligans here or..." he leaned closer and continued in a low voice while his eyebrows won't stop wiggling "...Or are you the mistress of the Boss here? I heard he is a douche and a tough nut to crack but he is equally merciless and no fun. He is a man w***e with women throwing themselves at his ugly body just because they are threatened to do 'it' or get killed." I didn't give out a reaction but he looked around to see if anybody was hearing and his voice got even lower as he continued "I also heard that he has killed many women during intercourse itself because he thought they were useless and threw them into the heap of other dead women piled up on the opposite of his bed." I remained silent and my face remained completely blank but internally I was enraged.

     "So, if you're his mistress then I salute you but you need to be careful because he can kill you whenever he-" I put my hand on his face and pushed him backwards and away from my personal space as I cringed in disgust and writhed in rage.

     I kept my anger in and decided to play along for a little while "Do you have a solution?"

"Of course! You can always leave him and come with me" the guard immediately punched him on his stomach and before he could land another blow, I shook my head.

     I regarded him for a moment before taking a step towards him "Why should I go with you? He can give me anything I want. He has everything. What do you have?” I asked and his silence twitched the side of my lips as I continued “Nothing. You're just a prisoner who is going to get killed in the next few minutes or if you're brave or should I say insanely stupid than your life has some more years but the fact remains intact, you're nothing"

     A small sad smile lit up his face as he said "Sometimes being nothing is everything." His few simple words had the ability to make me speechless. How many years has it been since I have met someone so optimistic or should I say someone so happy with their current state?

His personality left a lasting impression on my mind but when he continued, I felt sorry for his stupidity "But it's always your choice, I never force a woman they come to me willingly. After all, I don't kill them during 'that'." He winked as he stuck his tongue out and from the side of my eye, I gestured the guard to take them away.

     My eyes followed the man as I watched him trying to cheer up others with his smile as big as the ugly moon.

     Interesting. I smirked and turned around to walk back to my room.