Scottie
TNPer
Otto Saratonai jumped when his phone rang. It was three in the morning, but Otto had been awake. He hadn't slept in weeks. Otto answered the phone, unsure of who it was calling him this late.
“Otto. Ratoni bridge. Fifteen minutes.” They hung up.
Otto knew it had to be his older cousin Anselm. Otto put his jacket on and made his way to the bridge. Otto arrived in twelve minutes. Otto waited in the usual meeting spot unsure of what his assignment would be today. A small gray car parked where Anselm normally was parked. Otto began to move towards the car, his hand resting on his handgun as he approached.
“Hallo!” Otto called out to the stranger exiting the vehicle. In the blink of an eye the stranger pulled out a handgun and pointed it at Otto.
“Don't move Saratonai!” The man yelled. Otto stopped.
“Who are you? This isn't where you belong!” Otto replied.
“It will be soon, Saratonai! Soon!” The man replied before shots rang out from his handgun.
As the shots echoed under the bridge, Otto's own shots joined the chorus. Having jumped behind a large metal container Otto did his best to keep in cover. Reaching out only to fire his gun. A tire screech signified more cars had arrived looking only briefly Otto noticed Anselm's car before another gunshot forced him back down. Otto saw not just the first gunman but two others joining him.
He heard Anselm's gunshots ringing from behind him towards their enemy. A scream. Pain. Otto peaked his head over his cover just long enough to see one of them go down and the other rushing to pick his comrade up. Seeing his chance Otto began to stand and fire, running backwards towards Anselm. Another scream echoed out under the bridge. One man lay dying in the arms of the now dead man. Without a word Otto got into the front seat of Anselm's car. Anselm got behind the wheel and they left.
“Who were they?” Otto asked. If he were to take lives he wanted to know who they were.
“Frentacceli. Must have followed you.” Anselm replied solemnly.
“I... killed one.” Otto said to himself quietly. He couldn't show weakness, not while this close.
“Aye. We all do at some point. It's part of being part of the Family.”
“Otto. Ratoni bridge. Fifteen minutes.” They hung up.
Otto knew it had to be his older cousin Anselm. Otto put his jacket on and made his way to the bridge. Otto arrived in twelve minutes. Otto waited in the usual meeting spot unsure of what his assignment would be today. A small gray car parked where Anselm normally was parked. Otto began to move towards the car, his hand resting on his handgun as he approached.
“Hallo!” Otto called out to the stranger exiting the vehicle. In the blink of an eye the stranger pulled out a handgun and pointed it at Otto.
“Don't move Saratonai!” The man yelled. Otto stopped.
“Who are you? This isn't where you belong!” Otto replied.
“It will be soon, Saratonai! Soon!” The man replied before shots rang out from his handgun.
As the shots echoed under the bridge, Otto's own shots joined the chorus. Having jumped behind a large metal container Otto did his best to keep in cover. Reaching out only to fire his gun. A tire screech signified more cars had arrived looking only briefly Otto noticed Anselm's car before another gunshot forced him back down. Otto saw not just the first gunman but two others joining him.
He heard Anselm's gunshots ringing from behind him towards their enemy. A scream. Pain. Otto peaked his head over his cover just long enough to see one of them go down and the other rushing to pick his comrade up. Seeing his chance Otto began to stand and fire, running backwards towards Anselm. Another scream echoed out under the bridge. One man lay dying in the arms of the now dead man. Without a word Otto got into the front seat of Anselm's car. Anselm got behind the wheel and they left.
“Who were they?” Otto asked. If he were to take lives he wanted to know who they were.
“Frentacceli. Must have followed you.” Anselm replied solemnly.
“I... killed one.” Otto said to himself quietly. He couldn't show weakness, not while this close.
“Aye. We all do at some point. It's part of being part of the Family.”