Others Like Me - Hotline Miami Fanfiction

Chapter 16

(Earlier)

"Well... this changes things." Alex muttered in astonishment as she stared out the front window of her brothers van. She continued to watch in utter amazement as Mark was lead down the front steps of his apartment building, his arms bound behind his back and hunched foreword with a dark hood over his head. Ash didnt reply, he was speechless by what they saw. His hands were still gripping the steering wheel and shifter, having had just pulled the car into the parking space and put the vehicle into park.

From the parking lot across the street, they had a clear view of the front of Mark's apartment building and of the abduction taking place in front of it. Alex had just managed to convince her brother it was in everyone's best interest, to try and bring Mark back into the fold and to do so peacefully. Ash wanted to pistol whip Mark for putting a gun to the back of their heads, but he was just being ornery. He often got overprotective when his beloved sister was put in harms way. When he settled down, they were of one mind again.

Mark was one of them, he shared something very few in this world could even understand. He too, carried the blood lust inside of him. Alex and Ash had lived with it alone, for all of their lives, the masked killings had only given them the idea on what form they would take when they would finally give in to their dark desires. From the looks of things though... they may be alone with their cravings, again once again.

Mark's feet were slow and clumsy as he walked, like a condemned man being lead to the gallows. The man who escorted him was massive, a giant of a man, wearing what looked like a chauffeur's outfit. Behind the Mark and the stoic giant walked two other men. Alex decided that the one on the left was clearly just another muscle, a tall, athletic man, wearing the usual Russian crime family white blazer and pants. Besides his typical mobster goon apparel, he had all the mannerisms of a simple bully: A proud walk, a fearless expression and a careless demeanor. He did not have the attitude of a criminal mastermind.

The man besides the bully though... that was a different story. He was much shorter then his henchmen, perhaps only a little taller then Ash (who was a little guy himself) but the way he carried himself told Alex he was the real giant among them. He wore a black vest and tie under his white blazer, instead of the usual button down or t shirt most mobsters wore, setting himself apart from the rest of the mob, but it was more then the way he was dressed that spoke to Alex. She stared at the man, whose face was little more then a scowling mask, his eyes focused and determined. There was a man worthy to go up against.

"I think that guy's Roman..." Alex whispered excitedly. Ash nodded. He reached his hand from the shifter and pointed a finger at Roman through the van window. He cocked back his thumb, before letting it drop against his hand, making a little gunshot noise escape his lips. Alex shook her head and smiled, but kept her eyes glued onto the black Mercedes Benz.

The tall man lead Mark to the back of the luxury car. "They're putting him in the trunk..." Alex muttered. She knew she was stating the obvious, but she couldnt help herself, her thoughts were far to excited to keep inside. Ash again nodded, watching with unblinking interest. Alex held her breath as the giant shoved Mark into the trunk, before slamming his massive fist against the side of Mark's hooded head. "Is he going to kill him?" Alex asked, her eyes glued to Mark with morbid curiosity. Ash shook his head. "Naw..."

The tall man reached down for Mark's throat with both hands, leaning over him in the trunk and eclipsing their view. "Oh, wait maybe!" Ash said, quickly recanting. Alex and her brother leaned foreword against the windshield in unison, barely able to contain their excited curiosity. Alex frowned in disappointment when the giant driver slammed the trunk closed, before she could get a glimpse at Mark's body.