Peace is for the dead

The chapter

The room is dimly lit by a few flickering candles. It filled with a dusty caricature of a man Johnathan did not know. He wished he was not of this city, another place, where detectives would not be sent to their death alone would be quite nice.
He stared and Andrew, and asked him a question he was almost afraid to know the answer of. "Where were you last night, at 9 pm?".

"Why, it's exactly as you expect. I was there, and I killed the very soul of the man. It was me, no one else. And you know what? He won't be the only one I'll kill. Oh, don't look so afraid! I will not kill you, unless you stop me from my task. Which you cannot. Here's what you will do, tomorrow, at 7 pm, go to this address." Andrew handed him a paper which contained an address.

"Why should I? You're a criminal! I will not do anything." Johnathan spewed out of his mouth. He starts to realise he really cannot do anything, for there is nothing one can do in a crime-filled city like this one.

"You think you have a choice in this matter? I may have said I won't kill you, but there's a lot of other things I could do to you." Andrew threatened calmly. "Now, go out of this house, and you can tell the police, actually, do tell them. Let them know where you are supposed to be tomorrow, let them follow you too. Don't even think of shooting me, I see you fumbling in your pockets, I'm not blind." Andrew spoke.

Jonathan walked out of the house, and ran. While he ran, his heart started beating faster. Not just because of the running, but also the fear, that he may die anyday, and he will never be able to give this city the justice he wished to. His thoughts became scattered, his fear on his face so deep even a passerby could tell, though there weren't any.

He did not go back to the police station, he couldn't dare. Normally, it would be the better choice to go to the police station, but this was not "normal". Not in the slighest.

The next night.

The road is empty and uninviting. The silence is deafening. A chill runs down Johnathan's spine. The dark seems to close around him. He has, for his own safety, brought along a gun. He is not sure at all of how likely it is he will live another day.

He reaches the address, it is in the middle of the forest. It is quite surprising for anybody to be here, yet the building in front of him is a dark office, the type one would see in horror movies, and it was big enough for a whole city of people.

He entered, gulping. Though, it would be wrong to say he wasn't curious about what Andrew wanted him here for. If he wanted to kill him, he could have done so long ago. So why really, was he here?

He entered the building, and immediately, he was greeted by the smell of dead, decomposing bodies. But that wasn't all, there was a man. A man he couldn't forget. The man spoke up.

"Hello, Johnny. It has been a while, has it not? I have not seen you in decades. How you have grown!" The man spoke as he got up from his seat, which was so huge it could be considered a throne.

He walked up to Johnathan, and hugged him.

Johnathan was dumbfounded. This was the last place he expected the address to be. Though, he was glad it was.

That wasn't the most shocking thing however, as in the next moment, the man dropped down, dead.

One could be sure he was dead, it wasn't just anywhere he was wounded, but right at his heart. By none other than Andrew.

"Finally! You know what a chore it was to get this guy to let his guard down? You would never know how happy I was when I finally learnt you were his son, and not a crazy evil person yourself? Now, this city is free. This mafia boss will not harm anyone again, and justice will prevail!." Andrew spoke with joy, and hope of a new day when he would have no risk of being killed, though he had to sacrifice all he had for it.

The next second, a gunshot was heard. The gunshot? In Andrew. The gun? With Johnathan.

"Too bad he had to die, he was a smart one. That's the problem with smart ones, they know far too much, yet never know when to shut up." Johnathan spoke. He was his son, indeed. But that is not all, he was a mafia boss himself. All this? Not just for revenge, but for power. The power he felt he deserved.

It has been years since then. The father of his? is a dead nobody. Andrew is simply forgotten for none to think of them ever again. But Johnathan? He is not just alive, but he owns the city. All the people are at his mercy. All he has ever wanted, all he ever can want. Yet, he is empty. He wondered if this was what it felt like to be at the top of the world. He does not miss his father at all, so why is it he is so empty?

He walked into the forest, the same place his father and Andrew had died. Now, it is just land. The building is gone. Destroyed, for none shall know what had occurred. He took out the gun. the very one he killed Andrew with, and shot himself.
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This is the first story I've ever written.
I hope you all enjoyed reading, because I definitely loved writing this.