The foul but familiar smell of weed cemented Drake in his gang’s hideout, a place he only visited in the event of bad news.
“So what, you’re fucking stealing from us now? How many fingers do I have to cut off before you learn,” Arnie, leader of the Ouroboros gang, circled Drake, laser cutter in hand, “I send you halfway across the galaxy to pick up product for me in the most luxurious ship money can buy; my top guy is waiting for you on Hrost, already did all the dirty work, and all you have to do is take the supply and bring it back here. It couldn’t have been any easier! You could have been sipping on fucking champagne the whole time, banging hookers, and snorting space coke!”
“Arnie if I-” Drake made the mistake of speaking.
With a quick trigger pull, Arnie shot a laser through Drake’s calf, causing him to crumble on the cold concrete floor. “You speak when I fucking say so! I have this whole torture thing ready to go don’t make me kill you before I get to see it. I’ll kill one of my other guys and have his ghost beat the shit out of you in the afterlife, I don’t care.”
Arnie was insane by every definition. He climbed his way to the top of the criminal ladder by suicide bombing a government capital ship with a lander filled to the brim with explosives. Miraculously he survived, but ninety-five percent of his body was horribly burned. Most of his nerves were severely damaged and both of his legs were practically non-functional, so he had to walk with a cane. His “badass” psycho antics lit a fire under the asses of every criminal in the cosmos, creating a war between lowly criminals and an intergalactic police force, armed to the teeth with top-of-the-line weaponry.
Drake never thought of himself as a criminal. As a boy, he looked up to law enforcement and always tried to do right.
Right didn’t get you very far in the chaos of the universe.
A few mistakes later he found himself working directly under the craziest, most well-known criminal in the galaxy. Drake saw it as an opportunity to do right, to make up for his mistakes, and to save people, even if he couldn’t save himself.
The shipment he went to receive was a rare source of fuel Arnie was going to use to power the cleverly named Death Ray. A weapon of mass destruction that could destroy entire planets. Despite being incredibly powerful, its biggest issue was that it required Yurnth-13 to operate, a super-rare fuel only found on a few select planets. The exact fuel that Drake delivered to the intergalactic space force.
“How could you do this to me,” Arnie shoved his unclipped fingernails into Drake’s cheeks, causing him to bleed, “You delivered the shipment directly to the enemy, fuck Drake you could have been a legend. Too bad your “good deed” put you right at my heels.” Arnie quickly spun around and smacked Drake as hard as he could with his cane. Drake’s skull collided with the concrete. He became dizzy and upon opening his eyes he saw stars circling Arnie’s terrifying face.
With the last of his energy, Drake mustered the strength to say, “You won’t beat the government, I can’t wait for them to finally end your reign.” That was all he could say before he lost his breath. Arnie then picked Drake up by his head and ordered his goons to hold him upright. Arnie held up his laser cutter with his shaky, burned-up hand and pulled the trigger over and over again, shooting lasers into Drake’s chest, stomach, and neck. The inaccuracy of his shots caused a stray laser to hit his goon in the leg, but he knew better than to speak.
After twenty or so shots, Arnie threw the cutter to the side and shoved his hands in Drake’s mouth. He got a good grip on his teeth and began pulling down on Drake’s jaw as hard as he could. A bone snapped and the jaw fell off Drake’s face completely. Arnie then pulled out a pocket knife and shoved it into Drake’s nose. He pulled the knife out and stabbed Drake’s face repeatedly. Because of the extreme force, Arnie’s goons dropped Drake. His body fell to the ground and Arnie pounced on it, continuing to stab his face until he got tired.
Drake had died immediately after his last words.
I really hope you enjoyed reading this week’s post as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read what I have to say.
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