He looks up, his heart beating furiously in his chest, taking a moment to catch his breath, then, he smiles, “As many times as it takes us, until we track him down, that’s how long.”
“It’ll just keep moving, six months Cole, six months and we’re no closer than we were when we started all this shit!”
“Bullshit, we’re getting close, the fuckers panicking, can’t you sense it?”
“All I see is more innocent lives lost, that’s it, we’re not getting closer, we’re doing shit all, cleaning up his mess.”
“You’re wrong Wesley, we’re close, closer than we’ve ever been before,” he says as he wipes the knife’s blade on his trousers and slides it in a pouch dangling from the side of his belt. “You see, he’s choosing random victims now, he doesn’t have the time to select his prey like he did before, so we’re fucking with his mojo, and soon, we’re going to be standing in front of him, then, well, then we’ll gut the son of a bitch.”
“What if you’re wrong? What if he’s playing with us, baiting us into a trap?”
“He’s not smart enough, you’ll see, we’ve got him on the run, you can take my word on that one,” he says as he gets to his feet, wiping his blood drenched hands on the side of his pants. “Besides, even if he was, he’d be so weak, we’d be able to overpower him fairly quickly.”
“You seem sure of yourself?” A voice says from the darkness of the street beyond.
They both turn quickly, as a man walks out of the darkness, he smiles and nods his head towards both of them and then, looks over at the torn, bloody, dismembered body of the young girl that lies on the ground before them.
“Such a pity, she was, such a sweet girl,” he says, turning his attention back to Cole and Wesley.
“Is it game time already?” Cole says, gritting his teeth, and pulling his knife from its pouch once again.
“Game time? I don’t follow?”
But, Cole does not reply with words, as he charges at the man, swinging his knife viciously out in front of him, the man in black moves quickly, easily out of harm’s way, gripping Cole by the throat and pulling it back powerfully, a popping sound can be heard, and he goes limp, crashing to the ground in a heap. Where he stays, silently, void of life. The man looks up at Wesley, who stands, frozen in place, sweat pouring from his forehead.
“Hello Wesley, it’s been some time since we stood before one another, how’ve you been?”
“Fuck you, really? Is that how it’s going to be? Like we’re enemies and not, brothers?”
“You fucking killed Cole, what do you expect me say, he was my friend.”
“Wesley, we don’t have time from friends, you know that, after all we..”
“Fuck you Porter, fuck you and all you’re little fucking children. I’ve been, we’ve been cleaning up your shit for the last two weeks, Cole and I, we had something. A bond, one that I didn’t have to fucking manipulate him for, and you just show up, doing you’re fucking self-centred shit, like you always do, and kill him, without checking first. He was marked, with my mark, you piece of shit.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I-I-I-I, I didn’t realise you two were that close.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, because you never pay attention to anyone else except yourself, so why don’t you just go and get in the car, Daddy’s going to be pissed when we get home.”
“But I don’t want to go home, I wan….” He doesn’t get a chance to finish as Wesley is upon him and slaps him across the face.
“I said, get in the car, this is over.”
You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE.