“You know,” the gangster told Rick as soon as he set down the canister on the table. “You have a lot of suicidal issues for contacting with us again and trying to do business with us.”
“Why us? Out of all the people to trade with?”
Rick laughed at that. How did he know that was
going to be the question?
“Well, first of all, we have a contract out for
your head, which we will resume after this trade is over with.”
“And, secondly, we don’t exactly have the best
relationship ever, with you disobeying us and running away, and us
killing your wife and all…”
That was when Rick’s laughter got louder, his
shoulders shaking as if he was being shaken by an invisible man. “Oh,
yes, I understand your concern.” He wheezed out as his laughter started
to quiet down. “But you see, that’s the reason why I want to trade with
you guys.” He paused a moment as he caught his breath, breathing deeply
and looking up at the gangsters with a renewed focus in his eyes.
“Because only you guys have the things that I want.”
The gangster’s eyebrows raised with curiosity.
“And, pray tell, what would those things be?”
Rick smiled at that, his teeth showing like the
fangs of a hungry wolf. “The list of those involved in my wife’s death.”
Now it was the gangster’s turn to laugh, so much
that tears were coming out of his eyes. “You’re not serious, right?” He
asked between laughs.
“Oh, I’m quite serious alright.” Rick replied with
the same smile still stuck on his lips.
The gangster stopped laughing and looked at him,
calculating him, before ending it with a final sneer, and staring at
Rick’s insanely deep eyes. “Well, then I’m sure you already know that it
is impossible for us to give you what you want.”
“The list would go on for pages and pages, maybe
even going up to as high as the head himself.” The gangster displayed a
mocking smile on his face. “Now, you wouldn’t want to go up as high as
“Whatever it takes, my friend.”
The gangster scoffed at Rick’s reply, sitting back
on his chair slowly, smile on his face. “Well, what you’re asking is out
of our range, I’m afraid.”
Rick didn’t change his face expression, still
looking intently at them. “You know that it doesn’t matter to me if you
give it to me or not, right?”
“Oh, really?” The gangster laughed at Rick’s reply.
“And what were you going to do if we refuse anyway?”
“I’ll kill you all and forge my way through the
group until I get to what I want.”
The serious tone of Rick surprised the gangster,
his eyes unable to hide the shock that shot through his mind. “And what
makes you think you can do that, huh?”
“All the dreams of the dead.” Rick replied with a
smile, and as soon as he finished his words, he quickly flipped the
table towards the gangsters with his left hand, his right hand already
flashing towards the gun on his back.
The canister fell to the ground and rolled towards
The change was too fast for the gangsters, as the
table hit the main gangster straight on, and as the masked goons were
pulling out their guns, Rick shot one of them straight on, leaving the
other one to worry about. And as the other one started to shoot at him,
Rick shot for him, and it went straight through him.
With his two protectors gone, the only thing the
gangster could do as he recovered from the hit, was to sit there on his
chair looking up, looking up at Rick, and the gun pointed straight at
Looking at the canister from the side of his eyes,
the gangster asked. “The… ‘Black mass’… It wasn’t real… Was it?”
Rick smiled and shook his head, and with the gun
pointed at the gangster, he reached for the canister, twisted it open,
and drank the liquid down smoothly. “Pop always tastes better when you
have it cooled in a canister like this.”
“But the swirling effects…”
“Holographic corks.” Rick replied, showing the
gangster the metal device glued on the top of the bottle cap. “Five
hundred dollars in the black market. You guys should look into it.”
With a weak smile on his face, the gangster looked up at Rick and asked in a timid voice.
“Is it too late to start this over?”
“Of course.” Rick smiled, as he pulled the trigger
and let the bullets fly.
Looking around, Rick walked slowly towards one of
the masked goons, and leaning down slowly, reached for one of their
masks. Putting it on his head, he crouched down slowly to search the
cadaver’s body, pulling out the wallet tucked in the back pocket, and
opening it up to flip through the contents inside the wallet.
Pulling out an ID card from the wallet, Rick
“Oh, where, oh, where, did my baby go?” He sang to himself as he got up, pulling the mask down over his face, covering it entirely with the still face of the mask. “I’m coming.” He said to himself as he started to turn towards the street. “Just you wait.”