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marcel&santanico

“You have to stay here, Kisa. Not as my prisoner but, as my partner. There’s a killer out there. An assassin who won’t stop until the 9 lords are dust. Trust me, I get it. The need to run. I’ve lived in those shoes. I was a slave to my own Malvado, and like you…I put him down but, it wasn’t that simple. Our Devils don’t ever really die, do they? They find other ways to thrive. Did you know Malvado literally means “evil”? I’m guessing you do… Evil doesn’t die. It can’t be chased out. But, you can face it. You can stand your ground, here with me. I won’t let them find you. I’d let them tear this entire place down lookin’ but I’d never give you up. Power, money, greed- that’s never been important to me. Loyalty. That’s my gold. Family. Stay here. Flourish with me. Let the lords die. We’ll stand in their place. But, we’ll play it by our rules. I know you don’t want to go back to enslaving people and not giving them a choice, and neither do I. We’re the same, Kisa. We’re only called monsters because that’s what our lords wanted us to be.” Marcel’s eyes lit up like taillights in the dark. Crimson red shrouded with black veins as dark as petroleum. With a blink, the monster vanished, “It’s who we are but, it’s not who we need to be.”

seth&richie

“You didn’t have to kill that guy, Richard.” Seth still wasn’t used to the fact that his brother was now a monster. The sight of him sinking those pointy teeth into someone’s gullet just didn’t sit right with him. “Actually, brother. I did. You would know this if you paid attention to the fact that he would have shot you if I didn’t intervene. You have too much going on in that thick noggin of yours. You’re slowing us down. You’re slowing me down. All this judging. This – yes that, that eye thing. Staring at me like you don’t even know who I am.” Both boys stood in the headlights of the Camaro. It was dark. All you could see was their silhouettes from afar. It was the only way. Because Richard was right, Seth didn’t know who he was anymore. Richard wasn’t Richard anymore. He was a monster who couldn’t even work a job unless the sun was down. “I don’t know who you are anymore! You have no control. You’re all impulse. But, I guess you’ve always been that way. You don’t use your head. You’re thinking with your fangs. Get your head on straight. I can’t keep babysitting you. Its two jobs in one. More bang, less fang. Got it, buddy? Now, get in the damn car.” Seth climbed in behind the wheel but Richard remained standing in the dusty lights. “I said get in the car, Richard!” the younger yelled from behind the wheel. Seth began snapping his fingers. Something Richard didn’t like. “No! Seth. You know, I didn’t want to look for Santanico. She walked away. That was her choice.” Angry, Seth punched the steering wheel and climbed back out of the car. “We need her! Like it or not, Santanico is a huge part of this. I want you to forget about your little rupture. It’s not important. We have a job to do, like any other job. The assassin is coming for Santanico. We find her before he does. We kill that looney bastard and we collect his bounty.” Richard looked skeptical, even as Seth placed his hands on his brother’s shoulders and looked him dead in the eye. “And how are we supposed to do that, Seth?” Massaging his brother’s shoulders, “Easy. He’s working for someone. A higher-up. He’s just the muscle. We kill him and find the brain. The mastermind. See who wants to be the ruler of the Culebras. Hell, that could be you. Have that little throne you wanted. In charge of the whole operation. Wasn’t that your niche?” Richard seemed to think about it for a moment. Take down the man behind the killings. Become a lord. Have control over everything; including himself. “It’s a big job, brother.” Richard wanted to know if Seth was really down. This could get bloody. “Got your balls on?” Seth asked, smiling. “Screwed on tight.” Richard replied.

72 hours later

“What is this place?” Richard asked as they pulled up to a huge warehouse out in the middle of nowhere. “First rule of Fight Club: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.” Seth chuckled as he got out of the car. “If this place is so locked down. How’d you know about it?” Asked Richard as he replaced his glasses with sunglasses. “Some of the fights were shot live and streamed to people’s computers. They’re making profit over some kind of Culebra UFC. The guy running the place is a mother fanger named Marcel Gerard. His partner….. Santanico. Wasn’t easy scoring the info’ but you’re not the only one with a working clock up there.” Seth playfully jabbed his fingers into the back of his brother’s head.

inside the club

“Rule number one: every man fights for himself…” The boys heard Santanico speaking in the ring, behind the iron fence that wrapped around the blood stained octagon. “Guess you were wrong about those rules, brother.” Richard chuckled. “Trust me, I got this.” Seth smacked his brother on the chest. What they didn’t know or see was the muscular vampire standing above them on a balcony. His hands were tight around a rail as he looked over with eyes tight and ears open. “What exactly, do you have?” Marcel finally spoke; his voice was loud and commanding. Loud enough that everyone stopped looking at Santanico to stare up at Marcel. “This is an invite only. I can’t recall ever inviting a Starsky and Hutch.” While Richard looked offended Seth was smiling. “We’re actually friends with ….. Tyler Durden over there. Isn’t that right, princess?” Seth turned back toward the cage.

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