LUI P.O.V.

I watch as the light leaves his eyes. Dean is dead. I feel the tears streaming down my face, and watch as a single tear drops onto Dean's lifeless corpse. I grit my teeth, and stand up. My jacket and my shirt are soaked with Dean's blood, and my face is tattooed with the streak of red left by Dean's hand when it fell from my cheek. The scene looks so grim. A dead body laying in the middle of the alleyway, surrounded by a pool of blood. My brother is dead now. What the fuck am I going to tell Spenser? How am I going to explain that Dean was killed brutally? I look up to the rooftops lining the alleyway, hoping for some clue as to who it might have been. But I get much more than that. As I raise my eyes to the top of a nearby fire escape, I see a figure. And the outline of a sniper rifle. I narrow my eyes in hate, and I try to define the features of the person. I can tell that they're wearing cargo pants and a hoodie, and some kind of mask. Which doesn't really help me. That pretty much describes every other hitman in this city.  But then I hear them laugh. It sounds like a psychotic, murderous laugh. I can discern that it is a man, from the laugh. I meet his eyes, and they glow in the shallow light of the streetlamp. He straps his rifle to his back, and slides down the ladder of the fire escape. As he drops to the ground, I can now make out his features in more detail. His sweatshirt is light blue in color, and his pants black. He wears black sneakers, and his mask looks almost like Jason's from A Nightmare On Elm Street. .....Wait............ I think to myself. I've seen this guy before.......... And thats when he walks over to me. He puts his hand on my shoulder, and my body is frozen, half with fear and half confusion. He looks at me through the holes in his mask, his eyes a piercing blue. I cant shake the feeling that I've seen him before. I stand up straighter, and I jut my chin out. "What do you want?!" I say, my voice shaking a little. "Why did you kill my brother Dean?" I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I force them away. I cant let this maniac see me cry, and let him think I'm vulnerable. He looks at me, then at Dean's bloodied body. "Oh, well, you see.......I was kinda hired to take out Dean Rampage, and....well......thats what I just did." He laughs his crazy laugh. "Awwww. Whatsa matter, little boy? You gunna cry, Lui, or are you just gunna let me make fun of you?" He says with an air of taunting. My eyes widen. He knows my name. "How....how do you know my name?" I stammer, fear starting to pump through my veins. He laughs and shakes his head. "Oh, geez, Lui. Don't you remember me? I mean, we used to be such good friends. It was only four years ago, Lui. What are you now, nine years old? Im only thirteen years older than you. Dont you remember? We used to be almost like brothers." He gives a little chuckle, and it hits me like a train. I suddenly realize where I know him from. This is the kid I used to hang out with when I was little. It's Jonathan. We used to be best friends. He would take care of me and watch over me. Then he went missing and we figured he had been caught by Archive. I didnt realize that he'd started working for them. Its Delirious. He betrayed me. He betrayed Dean. And now he's gonna pay.

I push Jonathan away, so angry at him for what he's done. "Del, how could you do this to me?! How could you do this to Dean? To Spenser? To US?!" I cry, pleading him for answers that I need to know. He laughs and tussles my hair, and I shove his hand aside. I feel tears running down my face now. Delirious crouches down to my height, so he is looking me right in the eyes. "Listen, Lui, I did not want to have to take Dean out like that. I didnt want to have to take him out, period. But I gotta do what my bosses tell me, kid. And Archive ordered me to eliminate the threat caused by Dean Rampage. So, Im sorry, Lui. I really miss hanging out with you guys. But times are changing. And you should wrap that little squeaker brain of yours around the fact that Dean is dead, I work for Archive now, and that we're on opposite sides of this fight. So why dont you just turn that little kid ass of yours around and run home before you get hurt too." He stands up, and puts his hand on his hip. He looks over my head down the alley way, and then over his shoulder. He looks back down at me and gives me a smirk. Delirious starts to walk away, but a feeling of hate washes over me. I clench my fists, and I whip around, running full speed after him. By the time that Jonathan hears me, Im already mid-jump, aiming my attack right at him. I tackle him, hitting him square in the chest. We both fall to the ground, and Jonathan wrestles with me, trying to pin me down. But all of my practice fighting with Dean and Spenser has paid off. I dodge his swings, I slip out from under his grasp and hold him against the ground. I pull the knife from the sheath on his leg, and I raise my hand up, readying the blade. Jonathan chuckles, and meets my eyes. "I wouldnt if I were you, squeaker. It'll end badly." He says menacingly.  I glare at him, and I bring the knife down.

Delirious P.O.V.

As Lui tries to stab me, I roll over, throwing him off of me and making the knife fly out of his hand. I get up, and recover the knife. Picking Lui up by the front of his shirt, I hold the knife against his face. "I told you, kid. It wasnt a smart move." I say, and Lui trembles in my grasp. I look him in the eyes, and his fear is not hidden. Lui pleads with me, his small hands trying to pry my fingers from his shirt. "Del, please. I....I didnt mean to. I was just mad and-" My fist collides with his face, a small spray of blood shooting from his nose. "Shuch up, you little squeaker bitch. I know what you was trying to do. You was mad at me cause I killed Dean. And you were going to kill me, werent you, Lui? Well, I've got you now. Whatcha gunna do now, Lui?" I bring my face close to his, and I press the knife against his temple. I smile deviously as Lui struggles against my hold. "Guess who shot Dean through the head? I did! Delirious! Im the reason that he's dead! Me! Delirious!" I say in a singsong voice, laughing at him. I slide the knife down Lui's cheek, cutting a long, red gash that blood trickles from. I laugh again, and then I feel a small fist smash the side of my mask. I drop Lui, and I see that he gets up and stands in a defensive position, his fists up. I taste a bit of blood, and I lift my mask just enough to spit out the blood. I turn back to Lui, and I glare at him. "Oh, you got it comin' now, kid." I say, and I bring my leg up, kicking him square in the head. Lui falls back, and I walk over to him. I kick him right in his torso, and he curls up, clutching his stomach. I bring my foot down again, and again my sneaker makes contact with his little body. He cries out for me to stop. "Jonathan! Please! It hurts! Why are you hurting me? Jonathan, please stop!" Lui's tears stream down his face, and I pull my foot back. He lays on the ground, curled in a ball, gasping. I look at him, and he looks up at me, his big, sad brown eyes full of pain. I kneel down beside him, and I place my hand on his head. I lean down close to him, and I whisper in his ear. "Until next time, squeaker." Then I bring my fist down hard, and I watch as his eyes slowly shut.