173 Enemies Meeting (2/2)

Brian was sitting at a rather luxurious looking bar while examining the man next to him. This man looked nothing like what Brian had pictured when he had been contacted by some of the people he knew in the city. He was rather skinny, pasty, and even seemed like he would fold under the pressure from just sitting next to Brian. His hair was a mess, his clothing dirty and he even smelled slightly. The main issue was that Brian felt disgust towards this person, something very similar to the feeling it had when meeting that 'cousin' of Leona's. All these things added up made Brian want nothing more than to be rid of this little rat.

The problem was the rat had information he needed and was willing to work for him.

He also had a special ability that would prove to be quite useful.

”So you're saying you used to work for Jimmy's gang and you were there the night the warehouse was attacked.”

”Yeah, it was horrible. This guy... he was a fucking monster. No matter how many times we shot at him, he would either dodge the bullets or just not die...” The man took another few gulps of his drink to steady himself.

This person who Brian had found was Fred who had escaped from the warehouse the night of the attack. Brian was trying to find a few people who would do things for him without asking too many questions and Fred needed some protection in case the black flaming psycho were to show up again. As far as they were concerned, they could use eachother in this way and both benefit.

”Was he someone like you?” Brian asked. Normally, he would have asked if he was like us, but he had started to feel like he was different from guys like Laz or this piece of shit, Fred. Because of that, he was loathed to compare himself to them.

”Yeah, except much stronger. I hit him before you know. Full on, right in the front. I've used this ability to bust through fucking concrete walls. But this guy? He just smiled and shrugged it off. So I'm thinking, maybe... just maybe, his ability negates mine right? Like maybe hes got some sort of special power that cancels mine out? If that were the truth, then that's that. You've seen it online and shit, where there's always a counter to something in every game. But then he goes and hits the fucking warehouse. And he's just killing people left and right like he is just stepping on ants. And those black flames of his? They melting the motherfuckers into piles of meat sauce. I mean, don't get me wrong, these guys were all fuck tarts who deserved it, but they were still people all the same. To see someone melting into a puddle in front of your eyes... damn....”

As Brian listened to Fred's ramblings more and more, he suddenly got really interested in this person who could kill without bating an eyelash and who had no problem doing it in the goriest way possible. Brian felt like maybe Fred might be useful for now, but if he could somehow befriend this person, then he would have gained an incredible ally in the future.

As he looked at this dirty and disgusting person, Brian felt like he wasn't such an eyesore afterall. Especially if having him close by was the key to drawing out this homicidal killer.

”So then what happened, at the warehouse,” Brian took a drink and asked. He was really interested in hearing how the things there had played out, hopefully without having to listen to Fred drone on and on.

”Then\u003e Jimmy goes fucking nuts. The guys start shooting the shit out of this mother fucker and Jimmy goes and pulls out a grenade launcher he had gotten in some arms deal and shoots him with it. It doesn't exactly hit him directly, but he was caught up in the explosion and blown away. At this point, I had already gotten the fuck away from there but I was still watching from the shadows to see what would happen. And you know what that cockroach did?”

”No. What?” Brian asked, a bit more exicted now.

”He stand back up like he had just taken a nap, covered in fucking blood but not a damn scratch on him. 'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?' I yelled to myself and got the fuck out of there and didn't look back.” Fred finished his story and downed the rest of his drink. Even thinking about it now gave him nightmares.

”So even after all that, he was fine?” Brian asked, amazed.

”Seemed like it. I mean, the blood had to come from somewhere and when he was killing out guys, he was snapping necks and lighting them up like candles so it couldn't have come from them. And yet, it was like... he didn't just heal quickly or some shit. It was more like, the wounds just vanished as fast as they appeared. Scary, right?”

”Yes... terrifying...” Brian said outloud while being secretly happy on the inside. If what this piece of human scum was saying was the truth, than this guy would be a perfect person to make friends with.

”Yeah. I told the boss way back after this first night at the club that this guy wasn't someone we should mess with, but he just told me I was being weak and a coward. But now, this coward is alive and he is six feet under, probably in liquid form. That asshole should have listened to me from the start, thinking he knew better. He wasn't even close to being as smart as you, young sir. At least I know that following you will lead to a bright future,” Fred didn't forget to bootlick Brian while ordering another drink, completely unaware that the 'boss' he was now following was thinking of how he could use Fred as bait to get in touch with this masked individual.

”So you said he worked for that club owner named Leo, right? Did you guys ever investigate and get a name or information about him?” Brian asked, trying to feel this situation out.

”Yeah. Yeah. No address or anything. Even our contacts inside said that his information wasn't recorded anywhere for some reason. but his name... Boss found that out right away. And it was a fucking crazy one too... like Lasso... or Lenard.. or... Lazlo... Lazlo. That's right. He goes by the name of Laz though...”

Just as Fred had worked out the attackers name, Brian suddenly stiffened up. He squeezed the glass in his hand so hard that it shattered, causing the pieces to fly everywhere, scaring Fred.

”WHAT WAS HIS FUCKING NAME AGAIN YOU LITTLE SHIT?!?!?!”