It was raining today, and water droplets slowly dripped down off Peter’s face. His clothes were wet, and for a moment, he thought it might be blood. He was standing several feet from the Myriad, a nightclub owned by John Divoon, the person who without a questionable doubt ordered the execution of Connell Knight. John Divoon lived near the gas station where Connell was shot and was one of the chief members of the Wolf Men which meant that he would be in charge of collecting the debt that Connell owned him. Peter had asked Rodrick and Alison about John Divoon, and they told him not to confront Divoon prompting him to lie about what he was doing tonight.
A large man stood by the door. He wore a night, black sweatshirt and sunglasses that made him blend into the surrounding darkness. His face was concealed by his scowl, and he was twice as large in the belly as Peter. A hood hid his hair, and Peter could see the man’s muscles through his sleeves.
“What brings you here?” The man’s voice boomed so loud that Peter was confident he could have heard it if he had stayed at Alison and Rodrick’s house. “Club’s closed tonight.”
“I’m here to talk to John Divoon,” Peter replied undaunted by the man’s size and tone.
“About what?” he asked with an uninterested expression. “What’s your name?”
“Tim,” Peter answered for he knew he couldn’t use his real name. If someone knew that Peter used to be part of NOTCH, he would be gunned down before he got within ten feet of Divoon. “Timothy Knight. I’m a cousin of Connell Knight, and I’m here to settle his payment.”
“Do we know a Connell Knight?” the man asked into a mic that stretched down from his sunglasses, and his question was followed by several minutes of silence. Eventually, the front door swung open to reveal a skinny man in a black suit and tie.
“Pat him down,” the smaller man ordered in a voice that did not carry, but the bigger man understood him anyway and immediately stepped forward. Peter extended his arms horizontally as the big man’s hands ran up and down Peter’s body.
“He’s clean,” the big man said as he stepped backwards, and the smaller man motioned for Peter to follow him inside. Peter obediently did as he was bid while the bigger man remained outside to guard the front door. Inside the Myriad, there was a small hallway that led to a large, circular room. The Myriad was four stories tall, but the only doors were on the first and third stories. A small staircase to the left led to the third story, and to the right stood a bar with nearly every type of liquor one would expect to see at a club. On the third story, there were only two doors. One was to the right next to the top of the staircase, and the other was on the opposite side of the room. There was only one path to the second door, and it was across a large, metal bridge that stretched diagonally across the circular room. In the center of the bridge which was also the center of the circular room, there was an empty DJ booth.
Three men were spread out inside the circular room. One was standing guard at the bottom of the staircase with a gun in his hand. The second was pacing back and forth in the center of the room just under the DJ booth. The third was slouching against the far wall with a bottle of some alcoholic beverage clutched loosely in his right hand. From the looks of them, only the guard at the stairs was currently on the clock for neither of the other two were armed. Peter could have taken out all of the men in the room, including the skinny man who was currently leading him, but he did not come to kill replaceable thugs. He had come to help people, and the only way to do that was to kill John Divoon.
The skinny man led Peter up the staircase and across the bridge, the metal creaking upon every step that Peter took. When the two reached the wooden door at the far end of the room, the skinny man knocked three times lightly. The door swung open to reveal three people. The first person was a large man that looked like he had been in the army. His hair was neatly shaven in a blond buzz cut. His fingers were curled in a way that it looked like he was strangling someone. His dark, blue eyes showed nothing but malice. He wore a white tank top and a pair a light, blue jeans. A small, red scar ran along his right cheek, and Peter suspected it was from a knife wound.
The final two people were wearing black suits and ties that matched the skinny man’s outfit. They were both physically fit, but Peter could take them both on in a fight. One stood by the door while the other stood next to the first man who appeared to be the leader. The one closer to Peter had a saddened frown on his puffy lips whereas the other one looked indifferent.
“So, you’re a friend of… what’s his name?” the man with the tank top said as he stepped behind a glass desk that was littered with paper forms.
“Connell Knight,” Peter stoically replied.
“And he owes us what… 12,000 dollars?” The man’s bottom lip scraped back and forth against his two front teeth.
“Yes, I have come to pay his debt since he no longer can,” Peter responded as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a group of ten 100 dollar bills. Peter had split up the money into twelve different stacks in order to keep the guards at the front from finding the stacks. He tossed the first stack onto the glass desk in front of the man. “I assume you’re John Divoon.”
“And I assume you have the rest of the money,” John Divoon replied as he eyed the cash on the desk, greedily.
“Yes,” Peter said calmly as he emotionlessly withdrew two more stacks from his jacket and set them down on the glass table. “And I am willing to pay more if you tell me the name of the person you hired to kill him.”
“What?” John asked with a puzzled expression.
“Connell Knight,” Peter replied with an ice, cold gaze. “Who did you send to kill him?”
“He’s dead? Well, perhaps it was for the best,” John chuckled and gestured to the skinny man who stood next to Peter. “After all, had I got to him first, he probably would have turned out like Snake over here.”
Snake lowered his head in response to John’s comment, and at that moment, John noticed that scars ran up and down the man’s face and that half his fingers were missing. A single tear dripped out of Snake’s right eye, and upon seeing it, John smiled.
“Come on, Snake, is that any way to behave in front of our guest,” John chuckled mockingly, and after several seconds of silence, he turned his attention back to Peter. “Snake used to be one of my most reliable assets until he forgot his place as my pawn.”
“What did you do to him?”
“I simply made him repay his debt with blood and…” John started as he leaned back confidently in his chair, but he was interrupted when Peter lunged backwards and slammed into the guard to the right. The guard was caught between Peter’s right shoulder and the wall, and the impact unleashed a loud cracking sound as his left ribcage shattered. John Divoon was slow to react, but the second guard drew his gun almost immediately and pointed it at Peter. However, Peter had already predicted the guard’s actions and grasped the jacket of the incapacitated guard. Before a shot could be fired, Peter hurled the guard’s body at his comrade who was able to get off a single shot before the bodies collided. Fortunately for Peter, the bullet sent from the guard’s gun found its mark in the head of the guard that Peter had hurled across the room covering the velvet carpet with a puddle of crimson blood.
The standing guard made a pig-like grunt as the blood coated body of his comrade crashed into him sending him staggering back into the wall behind him. Peter advanced on him as John Divoon arose from his chair with a foot-long dagger in his right hand. John took a stab at Peter’s exposed side, but Peter lurched to the side causing John to stagger awkwardly past him. With nothing between him and the guard, Peter sprang forward and slammed his closed fist into the guard’s gut. The blow caused the guard to hunch over into Peter’s left fist which was aimed to deliver a finishing blow. The room became filled with the sound of bones cracking and blood being forced out the guard’s nose as Peter’s fist connected with the guard’s face. Although the guard weighed at least fifty more pounds than Peter, the impact lifted his body a full foot off the ground. With a heavy crash, the guard’s body plummeted onto the ground, unconscious. Peter whirled around to face John Divoon who had a look of pure terror and surprise on his face, but even in his most feeble state, he was still a bloodthirsty monster. Peter advanced on his foe who desperately scrambled out the door. Before following John out the door, Peter wrestled the gun from the unconscious guard’s grasp and cast a quick glance at Snake who had curled up in a corner, whimpering.
Peter emerged onto the metal bridge to see that John had rallied the four people who Peter had already seen, and they all had handguns pointed up at Peter. Peter did not pause to aim and randomly fired a shot in their direction. Although the shot did not make contact with one of his enemies, it served its purpose which was to frighten the men reducing their accuracy. Peter dashed across the metal bridge with his gunned aimed at the large guard who had greeted him at the entrance to the Myriad since he was the biggest target. Peter’s finger closed around the trigger, and the man’s shoulder exploded in a mixture of blood and chunks of flesh. The man collapsed onto the ground as Peter dove behind the DJ equipment giving him a little bit of cover.
For a moment, everything was quiet, and then, abruptly several gunshots rang overhead, and several bullets crashed through the DJ equipment, all missing Peter. Most people would have stayed in cover until their enemy ran out of bullets and had to reload, but amidst the gunshots, Peter heard the very miniscule sound of metal creaking which told him that one of the guards was making his way up the stairs to hit Peter from the side. Peter was ready though and turned his gun towards the spot where the staircase ended. The second the man’s head appeared, he was dead, and his body limply tumbled down the stairs. With three opponents left, Peter waited for another bullet to be fired in order to use the sound and angle to determine the position of the person who fired it, and then, he sprung up and fired two shots at the spot where he assumed a person would be standing. As fast as he fired the two shots, Peter ducked down behind the DJ equipment and quickly received the sound of John Divoon screeching in pain.
The sound of John’s cry of agony filled Peter with a feeling that felt like happiness, but it also filled Peter with grief for he knew the sound would soon stop. Peter remained behind the equipment for several seconds before emerging out of cover with his gun raised. He quickly found that John Divoon was rolling back and forth on the ground, and the other two had fled. Slowly, Peter crept across the bridge and down the stairs. Peter advanced toward John Divoon whose white tank top had been dyed red by his blood. Peter put a foot on John’s chest, and John yelped in pain. Peter leaned forward so that John could gaze into his eyes.
“Justice is served,” Peter uttered as he raised a gun to John’s head.
“You’re dead, punk,” John spat with his painfilled voice. “He’ll hunt you down for this. He’ll kill you and everyone you know.”
“Who?” Peter asked to draw out the moment for he already knew who John was talking about. “Who do you work for?”
“Rex Darkstar,” John answered, and Peter saw a glimmer of hope in his demon-like eyes. “If you let me live, I can keep him from going after you.”
“I’m not afraid of you. What makes you think I’ll be afraid of him?” Peter pressed the gun to John’s head and, after a moment of silence, pulled the trigger.