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Serf sighed a little an looked back on the cold eyes Lucas had staring back at him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and felt his lip tremble a little before he continued with his cliched but fitting relationship with the woman. "you know usual love story. Found her loved her then she broke my heart, turns out she was a reporter. Trying to get some big story on the mafia, but..." Serf's pain formed another tear he once again let roll down his face. The once strong prou Serf was opening himself up. He let his weaknesses show."But what"interrupted Lucas, his voice still cold and hard but now it was reaching out to grab the answer from Serf. Not demanding in tone but the air around the words seemed to harden. "but she said she loved me. Said she would tell everyone there was no story. Nothing here, but it was too late. Her partner found the notes he was going through with it, I got angry told her to get out." Serf paused,his lump returned and an unusal pain swelled in his chest. "I Pushed her, I didn't see the stairs." Serf clenched his fist and fought back more tears, the rain outside pounded against the window helping to break the silence and let Serf focus.
"She lay there crying, she...she kept asking me to help but what could I do?" asked Serf, "you could have helped her." said Lucas. "Then what have her print the story? It would ruin us!" "No, we own this city. Your peons in the legal department would have made this disappear. The mafia wouldn't have been touched by whatever she brought up; you were scared she'd ruin you." Lucas uncompromising look bore down on Serf as he tore through the tissued lies that Serf was forming round himsel to protect him from the lies. His false turths wer formed and broken in the same moment that he had said them. Lucas continued unrelenting "You didn't want to look weak so you let her die and you paid off some grunts to do the dirty work you couldn't do yourself."

"I...I couldn't. I loved her, I couldn't dig her a ditch somewhere. "Serf looked at the floor broken and weak, he didn't notice the ash fall off the end of his cigarette. He couldn't move his legs, his arms felt like lead, he had even lost the desire or will even to move them. Instead he sat there letting his pain eat at him and rob him of the strength he had left. It was a struggle for him just to sit upright. Lucas piped up "your conscience cost more than her story would have. The grunts shared the secrets with people they shouldn't have, gave our enemies a chink in our armour. They have something to hold over us now because you were too fucking stupid to use a sgarrista!" "I couldn't! What would you have thought? What would all of you think?" "Nothing! You were family Serf. We look out for each other."

"That's what killed Frank and Gary." replied Serf. His voice was cold now, his body was becoming numb and he fumbled with his last cigarette before lighting it and beginning to smoke. The gentle glow was like a burning fire to his eyes and he struggled even to rub his eyes again. "I had to keep paying the grunts more money; they had acquired the taste of blackmail. They were going to bleed me dry" Serf coughed out a feeble laugh soon choked by the cold air delivered by Lucas. "Frank and Gary found out though. They stopped them, all of them even her partner. None of us knew the families found out.When finished they came to me with, questions, and acquisitions. I couldn't take it; they kept calling her a whore." "So you shot them." said Lucas, his uncompromising tone breaking the pleasntries Serf tried to paint around the truth. Serf just nodded and kept staring into nothing, hoping his emory would stop replaying the images that haunted his dreams.

"Now you're wrought with grief, distracted by your memories and pain. You let your work slip and you've become a wreck. We checked up on you and then this started to pop up." "That's why you're here." replied Serf, Lucas nodded. "Selfish bastard, this is all because you cared too much about yourself, you image, your money your place in the mafia." "Selfish? Selfish!? I would take back everything if I could. I feel like there's blackness inside me, some kind of hole. I regret everything I've done; I hate who I've become. I prayed for death, longed for it. I deserve it; all I'm worth now is a 12 cents bullet." BANG!

The sound echoes in the room, Lucas remained still holding the gun straight at Serf. Its barrel smoking, the sound echoingstill in the nights dead silence. Lucas looked on at Serfs rigid and unmoving body, he sat there covered by the dark and watched his body. Serf eased open his eyes and looked down to find himself unharmed a rush of hapiness was his natural reaction followed by the depression of ralising his twisted life wa still waiting to be lived. Lucas grinned a little before gently replacing his gun, he waited a moment and said "blanks, I just wanted to snap you out of your suicide letter." Lucas put his gun back into his holster and got off the chair. Serf struggled to look up at him and said "Isn't this the part where you kill me?" Lucas smiled and fixed his jacket "I already have. Those cigarettes you're puffing on, I laced them with poison."

Serf's eyes widened in horror, he dropped the cigarette from his mouth and began trying to attack Lucas but he lost his breath and fell back in the chair. The poison had gripped him now and Serf lost his strength, he began to sway then fell out his chair gasping for air. Lucas looked down at the colleague he once knew and mourned him in his own way. The man laying on the floor beneath him was not the man he knew and that helped him feel better about what had happened. Lucas finished fixing himself and stepped out into the darkened hall leaving the silent forgotten home and stepping out into the storm. Serf remained on the floor gasping and choking for air before his heart finally realised the truth and ceased to beat again. Soon after, his body became lifeless and he was finally at peace.

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Serf sighed a little an looked back on the cold eyes Lucas had staring back at him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and felt his lip tremble a little before he continued with his cliched but fitting relationship with the woman. "you know usual love story. Found her loved her then she broke my heart, turns out she was a reporter. Trying to get some big story on the mafia, but..." Serf's pain formed another tear he once again let roll down his face. The once strong prou Serf was opening himself up. He let his weaknesses show."But what"interrupted Lucas, his voice still cold and hard but now it was reaching out to grab the answer from Serf. Not demanding in tone but the air around the words seemed to harden. "but she said she loved me. Said she would tell everyone there was no story. Nothing here, but it was too late. Her partner found the notes he was going through with it, I got angry told her to get out." Serf paused,his lump returned and an unusal pain swelled in his chest. "I Pushed her, I didn't see the stairs." Serf clenched his fist and fought back more tears, the rain outside pounded against the window helping to break the silence and let Serf focus.
"She lay there crying, she...she kept asking me to help but what could I do?" asked Serf, "you could have helped her." said Lucas. "Then what have her print the story? It would ruin us!" "No, we own this city. Your peons in the legal department would have made this disappear. The mafia wouldn't have been touched by whatever she brought up; you were scared she'd ruin you." Lucas uncompromising look bore down on Serf as he tore through the tissued lies that Serf was forming round himsel to protect him from the lies. His false turths wer formed and broken in the same moment that he had said them. Lucas continued unrelenting "You didn't want to look weak so you let her die and you paid off some grunts to do the dirty work you couldn't do yourself."

"I...I couldn't. I loved her, I couldn't dig her a ditch somewhere. "Serf looked at the floor broken and weak, he didn't notice the ash fall off the end of his cigarette. He couldn't move his legs, his arms felt like lead, he had even lost the desire or will even to move them. Instead he sat there letting his pain eat at him and rob him of the strength he had left. It was a struggle for him just to sit upright. Lucas piped up "your conscience cost more than her story would have. The grunts shared the secrets with people they shouldn't have, gave our enemies a chink in our armour. They have something to hold over us now because you were too fucking stupid to use a sgarrista!" "I couldn't! What would you have thought? What would all of you think?" "Nothing! You were family Serf. We look out for each other."

"That's what killed Frank and Gary." replied Serf. His voice was cold now, his body was becoming numb and he fumbled with his last cigarette before lighting it and beginning to smoke. The gentle glow was like a burning fire to his eyes and he struggled even to rub his eyes again. "I had to keep paying the grunts more money; they had acquired the taste of blackmail. They were going to bleed me dry" Serf coughed out a feeble laugh soon choked by the cold air delivered by Lucas. "Frank and Gary found out though. They stopped them, all of them even her partner. None of us knew the families found out.When finished they came to me with, questions, and acquisitions. I couldn't take it; they kept calling her a whore." "So you shot them." said Lucas, his uncompromising tone breaking the pleasntries Serf tried to paint around the truth. Serf just nodded and kept staring into nothing, hoping his emory would stop replaying the images that haunted his dreams.

"Now you're wrought with grief, distracted by your memories and pain. You let your work slip and you've become a wreck. We checked up on you and then this started to pop up." "That's why you're here." replied Serf, Lucas nodded. "Selfish bastard, this is all because you cared too much about yourself, you image, your money your place in the mafia." "Selfish? Selfish!? I would take back everything if I could. I feel like there's blackness inside me, some kind of hole. I regret everything I've done; I hate who I've become. I prayed for death, longed for it. I deserve it; all I'm worth now is a 12 cents bullet." BANG!

The sound echoes in the room, Lucas remained still holding the gun straight at Serf. Its barrel smoking, the sound echoingstill in the nights dead silence. Lucas looked on at Serfs rigid and unmoving body, he sat there covered by the dark and watched his body. Serf eased open his eyes and looked down to find himself unharmed a rush of hapiness was his natural reaction followed by the depression of ralising his twisted life wa still waiting to be lived. Lucas grinned a little before gently replacing his gun, he waited a moment and said "blanks, I just wanted to snap you out of your suicide letter." Lucas put his gun back into his holster and got off the chair. Serf struggled to look up at him and said "Isn't this the part where you kill me?" Lucas smiled and fixed his jacket "I already have. Those cigarettes you're puffing on, I laced them with poison."

Serf's eyes widened in horror, he dropped the cigarette from his mouth and began trying to attack Lucas but he lost his breath and fell back in the chair. The poison had gripped him now and Serf lost his strength, he began to sway then fell out his chair gasping for air. Lucas looked down at the colleague he once knew and mourned him in his own way. The man laying on the floor beneath him was not the man he knew and that helped him feel better about what had happened. Lucas finished fixing himself and stepped out into the darkened hall leaving the silent forgotten home and stepping out into the storm. Serf remained on the floor gasping and choking for air before his heart finally realised the truth and ceased to beat again. Soon after, his body became lifeless and he was finally at peace.