ForeLesser 1.14.2012

Debut Part 2

Lesser

Being the more senior lesser meant it was up to him to deliver the news of the nightclub bombing to the ForeLesser. He came into the room eyes down and fidgety as hell. While the bombing had gone as planned, he knew that Darius not being killed meant the plan was a failure. And failure could mean only one thing. It would be a miracle if he made it through the night. He saw the ForeLesser sitting at the table, like a spider watching a fly caught in its web. The tension in the room was palpable. He had a sudden thought to run back out the door and into the night. He knew how much the ForeLesser had counted on Darius’ death. And who he would blame for the failure. Before he could even turn, the ForeLesser had stood up and came toward him. If he still had his heart, it would be beating its way out of his chest right now.


ForeLesser

Damien didn’t like what he saw. It didn’t take a genius to see something had gone very wrong. He felt the rage pour out of his body as he slammed the lesser against the wall, his hand tightening around the bastard’s throat. Teeth gritted as he snarled menacingly at him “Tell me what happened.” But all he got was choking and sputtering. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip and the lesser slid to the floor. He turned his back on the piece of shit.


Lesser

“We…we put the bomb at the club…under the propane tank in the back….like you told us” he choked out. And stopped.


ForeLesser

He turned back toward the lesser, glaring at him. “And!?”


Lesser

Scared shitless, he continued, “And…and I ..we…after we set the timer some scary ass dude started chasin’ us…and then BOOM! It was beautiful.” He was smiling as he recalled the explosion, but that died quickly when he saw that stare was still on him. “The dude stopped and ran back to the club…well…what was left of it.” He hoped this tidbit would, somehow, please him, though it did nothing of the sort. Seeing the ForeLesser’s steely stare, he continued, with trepidation. “I went back to check things out and a little bit later a car shows up…two guys got out..and….” he cringed at this last bit, expecting the wrath of God to come down upon him.


ForeLesser

“Am I to assume you mean Darius was one of them?” He thought the lesser might actually piss himself as he remained silent. “And THEN what?”


Lesser


Fear permeated his entire body as that stare continued to pin him to the floor. “And..and then they went into the club. Man, it was burnin’ so much. When they came out, there was eight of ‘em. They were carryin’ three of ‘em. There were five in the car and they got the hell out of there before the fire department and cops showed up. The other three just… disappeared.” He was reluctant to stop talking, knowing that when he did, his life, such as it was, was over. And he was right. The roar that came out of the ForeLesser’s mouth was the last thing he heard as the knife that suddenly appeared was plunged into the vacant space that once held his heart.


ForeLesser

Watching the lesser pop out of existence did nothing to relieve his fury. He could have had a room full and knew it wouldn’t help. Pissed off beyond belief, he picked up a crystal paperweight and threw it across the room, smashing a mirror on the wall. He watched the hundreds of shattered pieces fall to the floor, the sound of it’s destruction gratifying. Breathing heavily, he stopped and tried to calm himself. So much time and effort…wasted. He went over the plan in his head looking for flaws. The intel, location, bomb, everything. He had worked everything out. He knew nothing should have gone wrong. Darius’ death would have been the first important step in his plans.

He knew from months of work that Darius was the only real thing keeping the Brotherhood together. He was the one the Brothers looked to for leadership. This was a very close knit group, allowing no one into their inner circle. Shit, it had taken him nearly a year just to get two names. Darius and Wrath. He chuckled. Wrath. Wrath was worthless as a leader. He knew Wrath was looked up to, though why, he didn’t know. He must be Darius’ right hand man. He sneered, which put him second on the list to get rid of.

He paced back and forth in the room. No. Nothing was wrong with his plan. It was those fucking lessers. He had to start finding better, smarter recruits if he hoped to get rid of the Brotherhood. He needed more intelligent men. Though, not too ambitious either. This latest group was a joke. Pacing…pacing.

Where should he look? He stopped…and smiled. He knew just the place. Shit! Why hadn’t he thought of that before? He laughed out loud. Oh, yes. Things are definitely looking up. In the meantime he would keep this ‘set back’ under wraps. No need to report to the Omega.

Not yet. Not until Darius was dead.