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Lord of the Slum

In the crime infested slums of the Nish Kingdom life is tough and unforgiving. This is no different for Yern, a 16 year old boy who was abandoned by his parents at the age of six and has survived by any means since. But Yern is tired of just surviving, he is ready to live and better his life by doing the only thing he knows. Crime.

Aman00 · Urban
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15 Chs

"Shooting" the Messenger

Hours later around 10:00 pm Yern walked down the stairs from his house and into the clinic. The guards he had assigned to the clinic were there and acknowledged him with a nod. The three others were already there with Allen. Tack had explained why they were there since Yern had failed to mention it. Seeing Yern come through the door Allen started to speak.

"You have to find another place for meeting, we can't talk about our business with patients here." he said.

"I know, I'll do that sometime tomorrow. Come on guys." Yern said motioning with his hand.

Yern looked to make sure everyone had a weapon and they did. Titan had a bat, Sar his knife and Tack had a metal pipe. He felt slightly overprepared for one person but it was better to have too many people than not enough. 

Now out of the clinic they began walking down the street towards the Marketplace. They walked in a tense silence. Maybe because they were scared about going into enemy turf or maybe they were preparing their minds for what they were about to do. They made it to the Marketplace and from there Sar had to lead them to the man's house.

When they were just a block away from the house Sar told them and Yern stopped.

"When we get in there, don't kill him right away. I have a few questions to ask. Titan will hold him and you two make sure no one comes in the house." Yern said and they all nodded. They made their way around the corner and Sar pointed out what house it was.

They crossed the empty street and got to the door. 'Here we go'. He signaled Titan and he took the door off its hinges with one kick. Rushing in they could hear the man jumping up and knocking glass bottles over. They all searched the larger than average house that had four rooms until Sar yelled "He's here!!" 

Yern ran towards the voice and found Sar with his knife in the leg of the man. Sar pulled the knife out of his leg and put it to his neck. The man held his leg and stared up at Yern.

"So you came to finish the job? About time, I thought Marrow would send someone to do it before you did." he said, reaching for a bottle. ' So he did know he was supposed to die after he sent his message.' Yern came to the conclusion. "What are you waiting for! Get it over with." The man screamed after taking a drink from the bottle. By now the other two enforcers were in the room with them.

"Your going to answer some questions for me. You shouldn't feel bad doing so since Marrow sent you to die." Yern said

"Why would I do that when your going to kill me to!?" The man screamed again. 'At least I tried to be civil' Yern thought before he stomped his foot onto the stab wound causing the man to gasp and fall to his side.

"Are you going to answer the questions? He asked the man. "Go make sure his screams are attracting people." Yern said to Tack and Titan. They took off towards the front door and Yern turned his attention back to the man. The pain seemed to sober him up.

"Ah fuck it I might as well." he said shaking his head.

"How many people are in Marrow's gang? Yern asked.

"I don't know about the total. I know he has at least twenty soldiers." the san said, hoping the answer would satisfy Yern. The answer wasn't one Yern liked 

"Where does he get his supply of smoke weed from?" questioned Yern.

"No idea. He doesn't let foot soldiers know anything about it. We can't even buy it from him." the man said, seeming slightly disappointed.

Yern knew that Marrow made a decent amount of money off selling smoke weed. He intended to cut off the money and see if Marrow could control his gang when they weren't getting paid. Possibly even taking that source of income for his own gang.

"Okay, one last question. Where is th-". he was cut off by Titan's deep voice.

"Boss, we got people coming towards the house. Ten" he said with Tack at his side. Yern knew he couldn't win that fight no matter how much he wanted to.

"Out the back door, hurry!" Yern said, already moving out of the room. Sar didn't forget to slit the man's throat before he ran out the room. 

The back door led them in a small alley with a few people in it. The people saw them come out of the back door and went to block the exit to the alley. The man they'd just killed was probably a friend to them and they were not going to let his killers get away. Unluckily for them Titan didn't stop his charge for the exit as they blocked it. 

Knocking two men who didn't move down to the ground, Titan ran back the way they had came and the others followed. Yern turn just a enough to see a group of angry people chasing after them, weapons drawn.

"Fuck!" Yern yelled as he felt his leg wound reopen and he fell to the ground. Everyone turned to see him on the ground and Titan ran back and picked him up, throwing Yern on his back like he was a small bag. They took off running again while the group chasing them got closer, the number of people had decreased at least. 'This is embarrassing. Maybe I should've listened to Tack.' Yern thought as he hung from Titan's back.

As they got closer to the clinic the group chasing them started to slow until they eventually turned around. Yern told Titan to let him down as he wouldn't let himself be seen on his back by the rest of the gang. He refused until Yern joked to take his bonus away. 

Finally they'd made it to the clinic and went inside, noticing the absence of the guards outside. Inside the clinic sat the guards and Allen with a worried look on his face. The look went away when he saw that the group had made it back alive. After quickly telling Allen, Yern dismissed his enforcers and went laid down on a bed to get his leg stitched up again.

He didn't pass out again. So he went up to his room and laid down, thinking about the hectic day he had. The last few hours had felt like a full day so he was extremely tired. He drifted off to sleep after a few minutes of thinking about the day.