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Warning: This thread depicts dark themes and mild gore.
Look up here, I'm in heaven
I've got scars that can't be seen
I've got drama, can't be stolen
Everybody knows me now
This way or no way
You know I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Now ain't that just like me?
Oh I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Oh I'll be free
Ain't that just like me?
"You're f*cking nuts!" My man shouted, his voice echoing throughout the empty open air. "Kill this man, kill that man, kill this lad's wife if he talks... kill him because he beat some lady you know. None of it makes sense!" He yelled out at the downed Edward Jarsdel. "None of it helps you. You're driving yourself into a f*cking grave."
The man was Darius Easton. A mercenary for hire. An aged and experienced warrior with numerous abilities under his sleeve. For the time being, he had been hired by the notorious famed crimelord Edward Jarsdel. In other words, me. But... all of that was changing now. We were positioned ontop of the large Emporium tower also known as the base of the Raven Cross, the gang ruled by the convicted Jarsdel's.
I was laid against the floor. I had just tortured a man, and I was intent on doing the same for another, both of them laying bloodied and tied on the floor near me. Had I not been stopped by this hired mercenary, I would've succeeded with this intention. Darius was holding a mace he had just bashed me in the head with. He turned his gaze towards one of my gang members, speaking. "You're mine now. Untie those two, set them free. I'm gonna talk to Edward." The gang members, not having any other choice, felt inclined to comply with the orders of the man. The two captives were soon set free.
"What is this, Jarsdel?" Darius moved to squat beside the downed me. "They're going to talk. The Synod will find out that you have broken your oath, and they'll have their way with you." He spoke. He warned me on and on, but I didn't listen. I was more so focused on staring at the skies and how free the birds seemed. He continued to talk to me. "Jarsdel, it's over. They know where you are, they know your base, they know you broke your deal. You're done."
I couldn't help but agree, but I didn't put it into words. In fact, I didn't even feel bothered about the entire ordeal. It was over. I was done. My entire crime business was falling- and as was I. My sister had left. My uncle had left. My father had died a long time ago, my mother was taken by illness. I was a lonely man. I rolled on the floor, and I planted my bony hands on the cold cement. I pulled myself up to my feet, it was a hard feat but I managed it. I stood up, wiping dust off my overcoat.
I turned to Darius and spoke. I told him he could have everything inside the tower and possess them. The look on Darius' face changed. His previous rough expression was beginning to soften- because he knew. He knew what I had in mind now. I took a few moments to turn on my heels and faced the open air, slowly nearing the very edge of the tower, standing right before the open air that was waiting to embrace me. I told Darius to pull out his dagger.
I sat down on my knees on the very edge of the tower and stared fearlessly into the open air before me. I felt the wind smack against me, my coat swaying all around me. I felt alive. Too alive. I closed my eyes and raised my chin, facing the air. I requested Darius for two minutes. I had to prepare, I had to stop my heart from racing so fast. I was panicking. F*ck, I thought I could do this. Why am I scared now? Come on, you are Edward Jarsdel, you can do this. You're the man who can do anything. Do it. You have to. This is the end. This is it. You're done.
Your father is gone. Your family is gone. You're done. Your lover left you. Your business is a failure. Western League will chew you alive. Everyone thinks you a rapist. So why do you fear it? Come on, big boy. You're a grown man! Where are your balls of steel? Yes. I was finally feeling the fear fade, and the end of my two minutes were nearing. Darius laid his hand on my shoulder, and I felt the blade of the dagger against my neck. Man, was it cold. Darius spoke to me, "Do you believe in gods?" I thought on the question, before shaking my head. Gods didn't believe in me.
Let's get it done, I said. I closed my eyes. A few seconds passed in silence. "See you on the other side."
The next second, my body fell through the air. My neck was carved right open, and though an unresistable pain surrounded me for one second, it all faded on the next. Not as hard as I thought. I crashed through the rooftop of a building and through the wooden floors, landing into a mess of dirt and mud. I heard something in the back of my head. Oh... look who it is. Yes. I hear you, father. But I can't talk to you, because I'm already dead.
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