On the opposite side of town a black, leather covered motorcycle road up outside a night club. The figure on it turned its armored head to examine the neon lights that flashed on the doors. It dismounted and pulled on a tight leather coat ornamented with black raven feathers around the collar, the silver studs adorning all the edges gave his figure a hazy glow. It was split from waist to bottom for riding purposes, yet the visitor didn’t where it on the way over.
Figures moved in the windows watching the mysterious stranger. They saw everything. The small shinny gun placed in the front of his pants, the coat, the glossy leather covered hands that situated the cycle taking the keys from the ignition, and then the figure itself as he came toward the doors, still wearing the helmet.
“If you see him. Let him in!” came the hard voice of the manager of the establishment.
The doors opened from some were just as the figure came up to them. He crossed the floor and stopped just a few feet from the man who sat lazily on a couch.
“It’s stuffy in here.” A smooth voice came from the helmet, as a hand was brought up to wave some smoke from the air. It was a futile move since the whole place was filled with the toxic stuff. Nonetheless he seemed irritated by it.
“Welcome.” The man said gesturing for the slender man to take the seat next to him. When he had done so the, the owner gave him a slap on the back, a warm sign of friendship. “Why don’t you take the mask off? We’ve been partners for years! Why the sudden defensive?”
“Don’t get friendly with me you vulture.” The figure turned and the clad hands came up and grabbed the big mans collar. “Last week we had a raid. I dare you to say you weren’t in on it. I know you were!”
The man’s face was turning red with the pressure on his neck. “Fine! Fine! I was! I confess!”
“What were you after!? The price on my head is too risky for you to take.” The voice snarled, giving the man a fierce shake. “I’ve never fully given you my trust, Bray. Why should you suddenly have a relative pass on and have to attend the funeral!?” Another violent shake. “We looked it up.” A look of pure blood lust shone through the helmets visor. “All your grand’s have passed on, your dads in prison and your moms in the nut house! You lying ass! I don’t tolerate betrayal! And if you’re going to defect, don’t use such amateur tactics! Nothing I hate more than an easy puzzle! I hate it you hear me! I hate it!”
The youth let the man’s limp corps fall to the floor. He turned toward the door facing another man in the way.
“Torch the whole damn place!” He screeched as more men clambered through the halls of the now darkened place. “Kill anyone here! I want them all taken out!”
The figure in front put out his cigarette and marched forward. “Nice call, Mel!” He yelled as he let loose his fury on the men who pulled guns out of places.
The leather devil pulled his hand gun out, shooting a man who got to close for comfort. “I was serious, Matt!” Another shot rang from his gun. “I don’t want any of them- Watch it moron!”
Matt turned just as Mello put a bullet through some guy’s head. Blood splattering onto Matt’s fur vest. Matt himself took the next guy out.
‘Yes.’ He thought, ‘This is how it’s always been. We raid the places of traitors, and kill, and kill, and kill some more.’ His body convulsed with the power of his twin machine guns. ‘We take territory, we lose some. Members flock to us, betray us, or retire.’ Some stray bullet bounced off his bullet proof armor. ‘It’s all the same.’
The carnage continued till dark, the building was burning, and all inside were either trapped or dead.
“What’s the loss?” Mello asked sucking on a chocolate bar. His helmet removed, the blond looked like a regular biker.
“One dead, four wounded. Not seriously though” Matt retorted. Trying to remove the blood from his shirt and vest.
Mello raised an eyebrow. “What’s your problem?”
“I wanna see Near s’all.” Matt lied still trying with no avail to remove the stains.
“Why not?” Mello cooed “I found the address. Let’s surprise him!”
Matt looked up bewildered, Mello was just smiling softly at him. It obviously wasn’t a trick by the way Mello’s eyes had that soft light in them. He knew Matt didn’t care for killing so like all masters, if the pet obeyed they were rewarded.
“You spoil me too much.” Matt purred, giving Mello a quick hug before jumping onto his own bike.
“Yes, I do rather.” Mello said remounting his and firing up the motor.
