Chapter 32: A Stained Dancefloor.

On an obvious suspicious building, we can see some group of men with binoculars spying on another building, which unsurprisingly was Vincestreet High. They all were cladded in a black cloak and with some fancy ball hats and plain black masks. Yes, they were the Black Crooks. They were currently surveying their environment for the showdown and at the moment, they were having a serious conversation between themselves.

Guy 1 with red stains on his cloak, which seems to signify some sort of superiority over the others with just plain black cloaks. He let out a heavy sigh and then made a sad comment in which the voice tune used made it obvious that he has regrets in his mind. He spoke up after a sigh, saying, “once again, we are about to put our lives into a risk just for a foolish favour and a little pay. The boss seems to be selfish as always but that’s not my concern. What my concern is my daughter’s reaction when she knows that papa ain’t coming back anymore and an addition of it all, she has to face the fact that her papa was killed cause he was a murderer under a contract, yes, a contract killer.”

“Sir, we can have such thoughts pass over our minds and try to survive. After all, are you not hyping this easy mission so much? They are just a bunch of high schoolers, what could go wrong?” Guy 2 responded as he tries to offer some hope to his higher up.

“Would you say that, if we were facing the Moving Riot, Huh? Isn’t he the youngest gang leader and also a flawless and cold war dog that gets patted like a pet by that bitch Cotton Candy. Someone who is ready to make a decision about wiping one of the top seven gangs and become successful on it. Kids these days are passing through what adults can’t comprehend, not all, but the few that do, are really naturally born monsters and adults are busy latching off on wrong doings while acting as if we are passing through a lot, whereby, we are the one that got ourselves into such situations.

Even if I’m not religious, I love how the holy book, the Bible, points out that we humans are inexcusable for any outcomes of our own actions and we have ourselves to blame for most dire situations. We are the ones that turn these innocent kids into the monsters they grow out to be. Exposing them to the downside of society at an early age, whereas, they should be having the most fun in their lives. Seeing young boys in prison because they turn bad after growing up out of a broken home, parents divorcing each other not caring about their kids but their own benefits in the relationship, as well as forgetting their duty and responsibility as a parent of sacrificing ones happiness just to see their kids smile and say the words, “I love you” to them.

Well, Greg Silicio is a grand example of a kid who got such fate from the age of four and don’t you forget that we are facing someone, who at the age of five or six, killed two grown experienced assassins with a gun and a fucking shoe, the fucking 13 year old Grieving Emperor, who has been in the shadows for ages and someone who can’t fucking keep their own hands to themselves, went on further to awaken the Emperor from slumber! My God!

Now, wherever I go to, either in the Hidden City or other Government City Hideouts, I get to see his bounty increase every single day and now! I have to pay for someone else’s sins! Father Lord! Have mercy on me one last time! I know we are not going to make it but please Lord, let me escape and survive, Peach needs her daddy alive!” says Guy 1 who broke down and got on his knees and prayed as he held onto his locket that held the picture of his three years old daughter.

“Uhm sir, sorry to intrude into your prayer session but I would like to inform you that you are quite doing the opposite of what you are meant to do as the team leader, which is to motivate us, more like being a bit positive in this mission and not being a wet blanket.” Guy 3 speaks his mind.

“Hahahahahaha! How I wish I have such a calm mind just like yours, things would have been easy for me. Now, get this straight to your brain, maybe the popcorn in there might think that our target has no idea of our plans but I will tell you this on time, reduce your expectations to the minimum because, that was the real reason the boss was having a plan B but I don’t know why on this very mission, I feel so uneasy and I am now a whooping ninety percent sure that we are going to loose a lot this time around.

I will not be surprised if the boss have an escape route or plan, planned on his head to dive out from any unfavourable situations.” Guy 1 replied as he was already falling in deep into his depression and broken down mind.

“Please, don’t address the boss in that shameful manner. We have conquered many difficult and risky situations before, so what makes this one different than others? Let’s just be positive that this is going to be easy peasy lemon squeezy.” Girl 1, the only female on the team, commented her own mind and ideals.

Hearing her own suggestion, the team leader then let’s out one final heavy sigh and goes back to using his binoculars to survey the environment and structure further more.

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Days passed and eventually turned to a week. There was a chilly air moving around in the summer day. Not much sunlight for high temperatures and the streets and walking paths of Vincestreet High had a festive atmosphere around it. Yes, the D-day has arrived and every eyes is wide opened waiting for some action. In this very day, it has been prepared, the music, dance floor but what is left is the dance moves and some blood to stain them dancefloors. It’s the moment awaited, the day for a festival where it rains blood, a festival of blood...............the Bloody Festival.