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Chapter Eight: Betrayed
AN: An interesting chapter, short though.
Suggested Listening: A Lunatic's Lament by Alesana
Chapter Eight: Betrayal
~9 years and some odd moths ago~
Anderson grinned cruelly at the men he passed on his way out of the building but was slightly disconcerted by the way they sneered back. He narrowed his eyes and merely figured that he would need to practice a new grin that would make them uneasy.
It seemed that the old one wasn't doing its job any longer.
Those thoughts were instantly discarded as a hood was placed over his head and he struggled furiously but something hit the base of his skull and he faded out of consciousness.
Anderson awoke the moment the hood was removed and smelling salts were placed under his nose. He groaned slightly and tried to get his bearings. He heard a multitude of laughs and looked up, expecting to see thugs from one of the rivaling families, but was surprised to see the very men he worked with.
"What the hell is going on?" he mumbled.
One of the men scoffed, he was a tall muscular man and not someone you wanted to get into a fistfight with. He held a phone in his hand and despite there being nothing else on him, he made it seem ominous.
"Like you don't know, you damn traitor. The Don isn't happy with you. Not in the least." the weasel like man standing nearby to him spat out.
Traitor? What in the hell were they talking about, he thought to himself. Sure everyone knew the rumors that there was a traitor in the fold, someone who had caused more than a few deaths of men and the men's families alike, as well as made them loose a lot in profits and drugs, but he wasn't it.
The moment he opened his mouth to dispute the accusation he was wacked in the face with something metal and felt blood drip down his face. "I don't want to hear any bullshit from your mouth. All you have to do now is listen."
Listen?
To what?
"Normally someone's family is left alone, as you know, but the courtesy is retracted from a rat like you. The Don is very angry to find out that someone he trusted and treated like a son was the one leaking information and causing all the problems."
"You've been here for a few days under heavy drugs and what a surprise, the problems have stopped." the weasel like man sneered at him.
Stopped, but how could that be?
"Listen closely, someone wants to say hello." Anderson felt a surge of fear at the cold smile that was directed towards him as the phone was held up to his ear. At first he couldn't quite understand what was happening on the other line, and it must have shown on his face as the others had shared a look of mirth.
'Please, oh god stop!' the voice of his sister jarred his senses. And it didn't take too long after to realize what was being done her. His eyes hardened and he had to make a conscious effort not break.
She wasn't even fourteen yet! And it was made worse by him having to hear it happen. He felt sick as he heard the man grunt on the other end before only the quiet sobs of his sister filled the otherwise silence before the phone was yanked away.
"And now that part is done, you get to take a ride. Got to get this place cleaned up before the next deal." with more force than necessary he was yanked from the chair and maneuvered into a car and the bag replaced over his head.
He couldn't tell where he was going, but he knew it was probably to his death. His fists clenched and he wished his hands weren't cuffed behind his back. He didn't know what warehouse they had been at so he hadn't any idea where they were once the car stopped, though the sounds of screaming and the pungent smell of smoke assaulted his senses.
He was pulled from the car with a feeling of dread and his heart hammering in his chest. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes once the bag was lifted and could only stare in horror at the sight of his mother's house up in flames and the hands that banged on the tiny windows from the inside.
The front door was blocked off from the outside and he could only guess that all other entrances and exits had been as well. They had left his family to roast alive. His legs felt weak, and despite having been in the mob since he was young, he sank to his knees.
"Now you know what the others felt like when they learned their families had been murdered. A lot of good people died because of your information selling. But on the bright side, you wont live long enough to wish you were dead." he was pulled back into the car as the sirens blared and the emergency services came too late to be of any use.
His mind whirled and tugged itself in too many directions. His family, did that mean all of them? His parents, siblings? Everyone?
A well of anguish was squashed by a rage that surprised even Anderson himself. He wouldn't lie down and die like a dog, not now. He would have his revenge if it killed him!
The car rolled to a stop and as the door opened he shifted in his seat and kicked out. The weasel faced man was thrown backwards onto his ass and Anderson hopped out of the car. He heard the loud crack of gunfire long before the bullet actually pierced his flesh.
He swore and could feel the sticky hot blood as it oozed from his shoulder. He wriggled free of the hands that grabbed at him and head butted the man closest to him. He took of running and was dimly aware of the next bullet that struck him in the back and the other two that lodged their way into his legs.
Yet still he ran on. He was stuck between them and the end of the pier. He took a flying leap off the end and prayed that he would survive all of this, because he wanted to make sure the person who framed him suffered.
And greatly.
-End Betrayed-
AN: So now we have more of the story. And before anyone gets confused, Mello was in no position to have ordered anyone to do those things to Anderson's family, so Mello is only guilty of framing him. But honestly, the jerk deserved it. But I'm biased.... because marshMello is so much more awesome than Anderson, right?
Suggested Listening: A Lunatic's Lament by Alesana
Chapter Eight: Betrayal
~9 years and some odd moths ago~
Anderson grinned cruelly at the men he passed on his way out of the building but was slightly disconcerted by the way they sneered back. He narrowed his eyes and merely figured that he would need to practice a new grin that would make them uneasy.
It seemed that the old one wasn't doing its job any longer.
Those thoughts were instantly discarded as a hood was placed over his head and he struggled furiously but something hit the base of his skull and he faded out of consciousness.
Anderson awoke the moment the hood was removed and smelling salts were placed under his nose. He groaned slightly and tried to get his bearings. He heard a multitude of laughs and looked up, expecting to see thugs from one of the rivaling families, but was surprised to see the very men he worked with.
"What the hell is going on?" he mumbled.
One of the men scoffed, he was a tall muscular man and not someone you wanted to get into a fistfight with. He held a phone in his hand and despite there being nothing else on him, he made it seem ominous.
"Like you don't know, you damn traitor. The Don isn't happy with you. Not in the least." the weasel like man standing nearby to him spat out.
Traitor? What in the hell were they talking about, he thought to himself. Sure everyone knew the rumors that there was a traitor in the fold, someone who had caused more than a few deaths of men and the men's families alike, as well as made them loose a lot in profits and drugs, but he wasn't it.
The moment he opened his mouth to dispute the accusation he was wacked in the face with something metal and felt blood drip down his face. "I don't want to hear any bullshit from your mouth. All you have to do now is listen."
Listen?
To what?
"Normally someone's family is left alone, as you know, but the courtesy is retracted from a rat like you. The Don is very angry to find out that someone he trusted and treated like a son was the one leaking information and causing all the problems."
"You've been here for a few days under heavy drugs and what a surprise, the problems have stopped." the weasel like man sneered at him.
Stopped, but how could that be?
"Listen closely, someone wants to say hello." Anderson felt a surge of fear at the cold smile that was directed towards him as the phone was held up to his ear. At first he couldn't quite understand what was happening on the other line, and it must have shown on his face as the others had shared a look of mirth.
'Please, oh god stop!' the voice of his sister jarred his senses. And it didn't take too long after to realize what was being done her. His eyes hardened and he had to make a conscious effort not break.
She wasn't even fourteen yet! And it was made worse by him having to hear it happen. He felt sick as he heard the man grunt on the other end before only the quiet sobs of his sister filled the otherwise silence before the phone was yanked away.
"And now that part is done, you get to take a ride. Got to get this place cleaned up before the next deal." with more force than necessary he was yanked from the chair and maneuvered into a car and the bag replaced over his head.
He couldn't tell where he was going, but he knew it was probably to his death. His fists clenched and he wished his hands weren't cuffed behind his back. He didn't know what warehouse they had been at so he hadn't any idea where they were once the car stopped, though the sounds of screaming and the pungent smell of smoke assaulted his senses.
He was pulled from the car with a feeling of dread and his heart hammering in his chest. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes once the bag was lifted and could only stare in horror at the sight of his mother's house up in flames and the hands that banged on the tiny windows from the inside.
The front door was blocked off from the outside and he could only guess that all other entrances and exits had been as well. They had left his family to roast alive. His legs felt weak, and despite having been in the mob since he was young, he sank to his knees.
"Now you know what the others felt like when they learned their families had been murdered. A lot of good people died because of your information selling. But on the bright side, you wont live long enough to wish you were dead." he was pulled back into the car as the sirens blared and the emergency services came too late to be of any use.
His mind whirled and tugged itself in too many directions. His family, did that mean all of them? His parents, siblings? Everyone?
A well of anguish was squashed by a rage that surprised even Anderson himself. He wouldn't lie down and die like a dog, not now. He would have his revenge if it killed him!
The car rolled to a stop and as the door opened he shifted in his seat and kicked out. The weasel faced man was thrown backwards onto his ass and Anderson hopped out of the car. He heard the loud crack of gunfire long before the bullet actually pierced his flesh.
He swore and could feel the sticky hot blood as it oozed from his shoulder. He wriggled free of the hands that grabbed at him and head butted the man closest to him. He took of running and was dimly aware of the next bullet that struck him in the back and the other two that lodged their way into his legs.
Yet still he ran on. He was stuck between them and the end of the pier. He took a flying leap off the end and prayed that he would survive all of this, because he wanted to make sure the person who framed him suffered.
And greatly.
-End Betrayed-
AN: So now we have more of the story. And before anyone gets confused, Mello was in no position to have ordered anyone to do those things to Anderson's family, so Mello is only guilty of framing him. But honestly, the jerk deserved it. But I'm biased.... because marshMello is so much more awesome than Anderson, right?