Song: Adelitas Way - Invincible

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Two weeks later Dr. Wizz swings by to look at my stitches...and removes them. He says that my leg is healing well with the rest of my body. So today, I go harder on myself and work out even longer with Marcus's help, pushing myself till I give out. Without his constant drilling me, I might have given in.

Zane has been teaching me how to shoot a gun the correct way as well. I never knew there was a certain way that you had to hold the thing. He lines up things for me to shoot at different distances to see if I can hit the targets or not. Today I get eight out of the ten and I am quite proud of myself compared to a week ago.

He has asked me if I wanted any help with getting back at Tony but this is my war and I want to take care of it myself. I wanted to tell Sara about her brother but thought why start shit...when I'm about to finish it anyway. She doesn't need to be aware of the fate of her brother. Besides she has so much going on right now.

I am changing clothes when there is a light knock on the door and Zane walks right on in. "Hey...you have a second?"

"Sure." I throw on my shirt and walk out the door with him. We walk a good ways and then into the garage.

"I know you loved the Corvette...she was a beauty and will be missed." He grabs a set of keys on the wall and motions for me to follow him. Of course I do. "Thought you might be able to use a cool ride." He tosses me the keys.

I look up at him dumbfounded. "Sir...you can't be serious...I couldn't possible take another car from you."

He smiles. "It's not a car." He points over at the truck. "It's a truck."

I am tongue-tied...completely speechless. This man has given me a place to stay. He has given me a life that I can never repay him for and not only the Corvette that I totally got demolished but now this. I walk over to the Chevrolet Silverado. She is shiny and dark blue, right off the sales floor. He has got to be kidding with me. I keep shaking my head in disbelief. "Sir...I..."

"Are you arguing with me?"

"No sir...I..." Shit. "Thank you sir." I take the keys and walk over to the dark blue truck. This guy amazes me.

I open the door and climb in. I look around taking in the new smell of leather. Everything is spotless and shiny. I don't know how I will ever be able to pay him back.The thing is he never expects me to pay him back or should I say paying him back is me working for him. Paying him back is me doing whatever he request out of me.

Several more weeks pass and the only way I talk to Sara is over the phone. She has moved in to an apartment in New York and is attending some college there. I never told her what happened between her brother and I. I was going to but then thought why bother it's not like it even concerns her.

I take the truck out tonight just to ride around. I'm trying to find something to get into when I spot the guys walking down the sidewalk. I pull over and watch them go into the video store. I sit and wait. When they come back out about thirty minutes later, I continue to watch to see where they go. I follow them, slowly behind them so that they have no clue that I am tailing them. They go back to a house that I believe they all share or that is what I hear anyway. I park on the other side of the road on down. When I see the pizza boy pull up, I think yes...this is the perfect opportunity. I jump out of the truck with my ball bat. I also have a gun on my side. because you never know when you might need it.

I walk swiftly over and grab the pizza from the guy and hand him a fifty. "I got it from here...thank you."The boy just looks at me and nods his head when he sees the amount I give him and then leaves. I walk up and wait for one of them to open the door. David opens the door with a smile when he sees the pizza however when he looks up at me the smile quickly fades.

I shove the pizza towards him, then with my other hand holding the bat, I rear back, swinging hard enough that he doesn't have time to dodge the blow. I watch as he falls backwards dropping the perfectly goodness all over the floor. Damn...what a waste of pizza. He jumps back up and I hit him again, swinging the bat up against his head. He falls into the mirror hanging on the wall in the entry way and the glass shatters to the floor. I know the other guys are running over towards me, I don't bother looking over. I swing two more times cracking his head open and blood splatters out of him all over the wall and floor. One down...three more to go.

"What the fuck man." Tony yells when he sees his friend lifeless in the doorway. "Oh...man it is so over for you this time."

I pull out my gun and he stops in his tracks. I dare him to come closer to me.

"Look...man...about the last time we were just fucking around...you know...look we will leave you alone alright."

I smirk at the whole thought of it just fucking around...this time I will show him. "It's too late for that." I walk over and hold my piece to his head. "I suggest you move."

He turns and walks back into the area where they are all playing on the new Nintendo. When John and Andy see me they go to jump up. I in turn point the gun directly at their eighty inch screen tv and pull the trigger, putting a hole in the dead center of it. "Sit the fuck down and don't make me tell you again."

"Dude...what the fuck man...I just bought that damn thing do you have any idea how much that cost me?" John says really pissed off...like I give a shit.I smile and aim again this time shattering the Nintendo. Then I point the piece directly at Andy's head.

"I dare you to move closer; sit your fucking ass back down."

He slowly sits down. Good...maybe I got their attention now. I shove Tony towards them and he goes to stand back up to get in my face. I glare at him...daring him to make a move and I think he finally realizes that I am not playing around.

He looks back at his other two friends and then sits right back down. "So what are you going to do sit here and threaten us...wave your little gun around like you are some kind of bad ass. Come on man you don't have the balls to kill us."

"Really I think I just killed David and you don't think I can kill the three of you?"

Andy's eyes go wide as he looks around for his friend. "David...what do you mean you killed him. You motherfucker." Suddenly he jumps up from the couch and thank goodness my reflexes are as fast as they are from all the training I have been doing. I don't wait for him to come any closer to me and I pop him fight about his right temple. Blood splatters out the other end of his skull and he goes down like falling timber.

I quickly turn the gun in John and Tony's direction. "Well...it's not like he will be missed...fucking asshole."

"You're fucking sick man...you will never get away with this." He says with a worried scared tone to his voice.

"Why not...you four have gotten away for years picking on my ass. The way I see it this world might be a better place with four less assholes." I smirk at the thought.

Beads of sweat start to line John's face and I can see that he is starting to panic on the inside. I watch as his eyes dart around the room thinking of ways to escape me. I can literly see his mind working on ways to get out of this whole situation. "Look man...I...I was only doing what Tony wanted alright. It was all his idea. I mean you with his sister...what the hell were you thinking man you asked for an ass kicking."

"And all the other times you guys fucked with me...what was that all about?"

"Come on man...we were just stupid teen boys...we did it just to be fucking around. Look man...I'm sorry alright. I'm sorry for all the shit we ever did to you."I can almost her the panic in his voice and it actually sounds good.

I kiss the barrel of the gun and watch him sweat, begging for me to just let him walk right out of here. He should know that will never happen. I can't leave anyone behind. "So what you telling me is that I should leave and you guys will clean this shit up...act like nothing ever happened."

John looks over at Tony and it's like they are talking without saying any words. I start laughing...pure madness is what some people would call it. Tony's expression hardens. "What the fuck is so funny you fucking psycho?"

"Watching the two of you trying to figure away out of this mess." I say to him with the word 'Psycho' echoing in the back of my head...oh I will show them how psycho I can be. I turn the gun towards John and the bullet goes right between his eyes. He falls helpless backwards and Tony jumps up from the couch. I still have the ball bat in my left hand and I shove him back hard against the couch. He falls backwards and I place the gun back in my side. Then I grasp the bat and hit the shit out of his knee cap. He grabs it with both hands so I bust the other knee cap. He starts to scream out. "What the fuck man...if you are going to kill me then get it fucking over with."

"Now...what's the fun in that? You guys beat the shit out of me with a bat...I came to play have some respect." I take the bat and swing hard into the side of his arm. I watch as he is trying to figure out what to hold that has the most pain. "You guys think it's funny to fuck with someone...well this is what it feels like." I laugh and hit him again a few more times.

He keeps trying to get up off the couch but every time he moves I hit him again. "So how does it feel...you like that right...you want a little more." I hit him a three more times and he starts coughing up blood. I lean into him and yank him up by the head of hair for him to look at me. "It's sad that you are not going to witness your sister marrying me...that's right...I have your little sister...she is all mine." I knew the moment I said something about her it would piss him off and that is exactly what I wanted.

"You stay the fuck away from her...you sick fuck...she will never love you...she will hate...you for this."

 I love watching him trying to have enough air to talk as he gasp between each little breath. "Don't worry now...I will take good care of her."

Something in him sparks to life and he tries to force himself up. I shove him hard with the bottom of my boot and hold him down while I take the bat and use his head as batting practice. I bash in the whole side of his face.

 When everything goes quite in the room...I look around to see the mess that I created and slowly sit back down on the coffee table and just look around at the small masterpiece that I did. I pull out my phone.

"I need a clean up..."