Breaking Bãd

Predator, Prey

He was the predator, his unfortunate enemies were his preys. “Everything has a cause and effect,” Every gang leader in the country who was under him was present at the moment. He knew most of the people present in the room feared him more than they respected him but some of them are still crazy enough to defy his rules. He was a man with an insatiable hunger for power and he would do anything to achieve what he sets his mind on, not that he gave a damn about what anyone says.

He was wearing a black outfit and a silver mask which only revealed half of his face. A terrifying smile placed across his face but it didn’t reach his eyes, an icy air of command hung about him making everyone present in the room lower their heads in respect. His ruthlessness and predatory mind gave him reputation among the rest of his kind. Half of his face might be covered but the powerful aura he radiates made him mysterious and dark.

“Oh I would pity those of you who dared to cross me, I can assure you that your ends would be spectacular.” The Capos glanced at each other and swallowed. A shiver of dread ran down their spines. They might be the most powerful men in their cities but in front of Maschera, they were nothing. His dangerous aura was intimidating to no end.

“I didn’t know that some of you wanted me dead so bad.”

The Capos all dropped to one knee, their right hand on their chest to show submission. Planning to kill the leader of the underworld was treason. “We pledge our loyalty to you.”

Maschera stared at them without saying anything. And in that terrible silence, their fear grew causing them to shiver in a thick layer of cold sweat. Panic jarred their bones, making them tremble. No one wanted to be the enemy of Maschera. The guy had developed 260 torturing methods and he can do all of this without batting an eye, he doesn’t give empty threats and whatever is says is law. He was a monster

“Hmm perhaps I shall take the preventive measure of separating the traitor’s body from his head”. He replied in his deep toned, manly voice that sent ripples of shiver through them. They knew he did not possess a soft bone in his body and he had proved it anytime he amputated someone limb from limb like he was studying the human body.

Life was a battle, only the strong survived.

He stood up from his throne and strode towards the Capos who were kneeling with their heads lowered. He found who he was looking for, his unfortunate victim, Rafael Castillo. He was kneeling at the far end, the Boss crouched in front of him and whispered in his ears. “I heard you’ve been having a lot of fun lately, care to share some of your experience with me?”

Rafael eyes widened as his heart dropped to his stomach. The statement made blood drain from his face. “Was..Wh..What.. are..y..you…ta.. talking….ab..about”

“Did you enjoy deceiving and betraying me and at the same time couldn’t you spare those kids?”

“I’m sorry” Rafael pleaded. He knew the punishment for betraying the Boss, even if Maschera was merciful, the punishment for killing kids unjustifiably was not petty.

“Hmm wrong answer”.

Rafael stood up suddenly and started running towards the door. Maschera sighed and took out his gun from his pocket, he didn’t understand why they always ran as if they could escape the grim ripper.

“Run, Run..oops I missed” He taunted before the sounds of gunshot echoed in the room. “We both know that I cannot kill you at this moment but I shall have a fun time trying.

The moment Rafael reached the door, it was closed by the guards there, his eyes widened and he trotted around the large space like a guinea fowl to dodge the bullets. Maschera was toying with him, he never missed a shot but the fact that he kept missing Rafael by a centimeter showed how he was playing with him.

Rafael’s face ashen but Maschera didn’t stop. He kept shooting the bullet in his direction without care, a bullet hit his calf and he yelled out in pain.

“Fuck” he cursed and limped around. He started trembling like a leaf in the rain, with no other option left, he started crying, he stood at a spot shivering and wincing at every pull.

“Please have mercy”. Hot tears of shame slid down his cheeks while he pleaded for forgiveness. His legs gave out and he crouched on the floor, covering his ears. The inner torment was visible on his face. Despair twisted and turned inside him, the fear ate away his sanity reducing him to a gibbering wreck. He has never been this scared in his life. “I’m sorry.” He pleaded with hopes that he’ll be forgiven and pardoned but that possibility was as slim as thin ice.

“No you’re not sorry, you’re just scared for your pathetic little life”. Then he said coldly to the others in the room. “Watch what happens to those who betray me and if any of you continue to defy me, your lives will be reduced to an unending sequence of agonizing torture then you’ll meet an end so cruel that the devil will weep.”