I really could of done a lot better with this, but got an idea and worked with it. I thought it was worth posting, even though there are plenty of things i could improve on
We don't take kindly to betrayal.
I slammed the car door behind me and rested my head on the fine leather steering wheel. I stayed like that for several moments before lifting my head and looking out through the tinted windows. Everything was normal, kids were playing, men dressed in nice suits were busily walking this way and that, mothers were trying to comfort their babies while fathers walked beside them. But i knew it couldn't last forever. I put the car in gear and sped off down the road.
I'm a lawyer, or at least, i was. I don't actually even know anymore. For as long as i can remember i've been held in the pocket of the mafia, like an ace waiting to be exploited anytime the need arose. I've defended so many crooked men, murderers, and drug dealers...I don't really believe im any better then one anymore. Every shred, every ounce of dignity that i once possessed has been ripped away from me so that now im nothing but an empty shell.
That is until today. I realized while looking over some papers, sitting on a bench in the park, that everytime i've defended one of the mafia's friends, or workers, I've made the world darker. Every man that i save from prison, another two are killed by. We aren't put on this earth to just survive, no, we're meant to make a difference, to strive for something greater. And so I collected all the -real- evidence from my trials, and brought it up to the court today, discretely of course. Every evil man i've helped will now be put away, hopefully for good.
But now as i speed away, I realize, escape is all but impossible. There's no way that this can be kept secret from them for long, not with all the eyes and ears they possess. And now that the mafia has all but complete control of the airport and the docks, I can't rely on them for a speedy getaway. The only way i'd be able to get out was by car, and even that is nearly impossible. I couldn't just stay in town and be killed though, i need to get out.
In all my thinking i nearly forgot that i was about to pass my house. I slammed on the breaks and sprung out of the car, but even as i neared the door to my home i immideately realized something was horribly wrong.
Lately i'd become more suspicious and paranoid, the mafia isn't known for keeping their lawyers forever. The longer they're there, the greater risk they pose. So i'd grown accustomed do triple locking the house with added padlocks, but as i grew closer, I saw that every lock had been crudely forced open. I knew I should run, I might've even made it. But it couldn't go on. And so I carefully creapt closer. It was all in vain unfortunately, for as I slowly pushed open the door a shallow voice haunted me. I knew who it was at once.
"Im sorry it had to end this way," said TheSerf, "i always did like you." And with that he quickly pulled a revolver out from under his coat, then three crisp shots lit up the silence. I felt my chest rip open with an unbearable pain, my breathing staggered, and i dropped to my knees. They'd found out so much sooner then i expected! Was my first good decision in years all for naught? Had..everything been for naught? I collapsed and my vision dimmed. I felt all my memories, everything i had ever done slip through my fingers until there was nothing left. That's what i was, nothing. A mixture of tears and blood pooled the floor around me. And then, darkness enveloped me.
TheSerf walked up to his dead victim's corpse and spat on it before continuing out the door. He'd let Snype clean it up later.
Fin