The Order

33

I stood in front of 741 Via Condoli. The moon illuminated the barren streets around me. It was the middle of the night, and not a single soul was out. It was too quiet for my taste, and I narrowed my eyes slightly before walking towards the building. I fought the urge to grip my still very much broken ribs. As a child, Leah always played dirty, targeting injuries, kicking you while you were down, and I would be surprised if she grew out of it.

My hand was still wrapped up, the stitches healing from my fight with Kenji. My body hurt, ached even. I felt as though I have never fully gotten to recover from my injuries, that I was always thrown into another situation where I had to push through, had to keep fighting.

But I didn't care. At this point, I just had to stay alive long enough to avenge my sister. After that, I didn't really care what happened to me.

The location that Leah picked wasn't just any warehouse. It was the same warehouse that Maria died in. Knowing Leah, she did this on purpose.

I walked through the door, looking around at the empty and barren space. Half of the ceiling was done, leaving a large, gaping hole above us. There were no lights, and only the moonlight from above illuminated the area. Work tables were scattered amongst the edges of the room, different tools scattered on the tops of them.

Sitting in the center of it was Leah. She was sitting on metal chair, a cigarette in her mouth and her head tilted up towards the ceiling. She exhaled, sending the smoke above her as continued looking upward.

"You're late." Leah said as she glanced over at me, her British accent still as strong as it was when she was a child.

Her platinum blonde hair was almost white, and was cut short. It was shaved on the sides, the top slightly longer as it fell to one side. Her hooked nose was slightly crooked from when Maria broke it as a child. Her lips were set in an annoyed scowl as she looked me over, come to think of it, I don't think anyone has ever seen her smile. She was a slender woman, always has been. Her light blue eyes swam with anger as she stared at me, smoke still lingering the air around her.

"I'm right on time." I said as I lifted a brow.

"Right on time is late." Leah said as she stood up.

"So, let me guess." Leah said as she began walking towards me slowly. I narrowed my eyes at her while I watched her every move. "You're here because of what I did to Maria." Leah spoke out before she took another puff of her cigarette.

"Yeah." I said with a small nod.

"Wish I could say I was surprised, but you're dreadfully predictable." Leah said as she brought the cigarette up to her lips once more.

"How you managed to stay alive this long is beyond me." She said with her brow raised.

"I didn't come here to get lectured, Leah. So let's just skip to the part where I kill you, yeah?" I said impatiently. I wasn't in the mood for her shit.

Leah scoffed under her breath before she tossed the cigarette to the side carelessly.

"Let's hope you're better than your sister." She said with a smirk before she began walking towards me.

And that was all I needed to hear. A small part of me wanted to take out my gun, shoot her right between the eyes, and get it over quickly. But that wouldn't do Maria justice. I wanted Leah to suffer, to spend her last moments on this Earth screaming in agony as I took her life.

A bullet would be too easy, no. I wanted to do this with my bare fucking hands.

I narrowed my eyes as I matched her pace, both of us closing the distance between each other. We began walking faster, and faster, until we quickly began sprinting towards the other. I threw the first punch, and she quickly dodged it before retaliating.