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The sirens wailed in the distance. The dark grey sky hung above them like a shroud on this late January morning. A low winter sun peered out on the horizon as the warm crimson mass evacuated the small, opaque hole in the side of the criminals head. He ran from the scene, blindly firing his gun behind him as the other men gave chase, his boots stained with blood and leaving a trail for them to follow. Brutal would kill him for screwing this up, he was sure of it. Even worse, the thought that his boss might send Bugsy to do the deed made the terror welling up in his heart insurmountable. This part of town was new to him, he had no idea where he was. The line between Justice’s rich and Justice’s poor was an evident one, it was called Kenway Road. On this day, Stevie Kowalczyk found himself on the wrong side of it.

With the clip in his gun running low, Stevie dove into a car park and took a moment to catch his breath behind a 2004 Pontiac Aztek. He had maybe four bullets left and already had a knife wound in his thigh after the struggle during the deal. Stevie needed to play it smart. Then again, playing it smart wasn’t his style. This deal was of his own merit, behind Brutal’s back. Now that it’s gone wrong, the heat would fall on his employers and surely knowing their reputation, Stevie wouldn’t be long for this world much longer. The way he saw it, he had three options. Let the Jagielski’s punish him, let his pursuers have him or he could take it into his own hands. Go out on his terms. Glancing forward, Stevie hadn’t realised where he was until just then. The car park, it was for Francis J McKenna high school. The McKenna’s. Things were so much smoother when they were running the show. It had been five years since they were last in power, nobody knew exactly what happened to them all. The family that founded this dirty city, no longer dwelled within its walls.

Rushing onwards, Stevie ran through the maze of parked cars and into the school. If he was going down, he wasn’t going alone. The hallway was empty, bar a single teacher and student. The student being chastised for a lack of drive and ambition. It brought Stevie back to his own childhood which in hindsight wasn’t that long ago. How far he had fallen. The rage resurfaced and he cracked off two shots in the direction of the two stragglers. There was no going back now. He watched as the teacher fell back against the wall, a trail of blood appearing behind him as he slid to the ground. The boy stood tall for a moment, he was strong looking, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old. Stevie knew his face but he could not put a name to it. The boy tried to stumble towards the classroom but he went down onto his knees, the pain in his chest too much. Walking up to the kneeling boy, Stevie pressed the barrel to the back of his head and executed him. A mercy killing, in his twisted view.

One bullet left but he felt like the most powerful man in the world. This hallway was his kingdom and as the sounds of sirens grew closer, the screams of the children in the other rooms evident. Stevie, in that moment, felt like the king of the mountain…

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