[-deleted-]: 16.Ruthless.Chapter 3

Author's Note: Nope :3

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Chapter 3

Meanwhile, the sound of feet on water continued, as well as being and experienced Mobster he was also an escape artist which had the skill to be able to escape from anywhere. As he was fit he ran quite fast and because there was a lack of traffic so late at night it was easy for him to run across normally busy roads without fearing the possibility of being ran down. He had pre-planned his escape before he had started so he new the escape route very well. He swerved through several allied weaving his way around stray pets and various knocked over litter bins. One of the hardest parts of committing a kill in the middle of the night was the silent streets. His principle over running through the streets without anyone looking at you would be great however the silence of these normally busy streets always seem to get to the murderer. It had been in these streets where had first become a criminal.

At the age of 16 Holden Jaykeson had started young. A normally quiet boy who excelled greatly at school, when he was young he never had a large group of friends which would later explain why he felt more at home committing his deeds by himself without any companions. When he had come into his teens, which was midway through his senior school years, he experience intense bulling this happened for the rest of his school life when he was teased for his intelligence levels, when really the people who did this where just jealous of Holden's success in school. He had never spoke out to anyone about being bullied about from his ex-Para-trooper Grandfather who he respected in the deepest and trusted most greatly.

His Grandfather's remedy was simply 'fight back' but he knew that he shouldn't and thought he only stir things up. It was only when his grandfather died that he took the advice he ha gave him former to his untimely. He, in his final and most important year, had enough and, out of school of course, fought back. These events took place regularly out of school because he was aware that he would not be allowed back if he had done any of the things he had done if they had occurred during school time. After the finals exams he took he had finally had enough of the constant torment and pain that had been caused by a group of boys and took actions. Firstly not only did he make the scared for their lives but one even stopped attending school for the rest of that year. He found this had not worked on the remaining two. Both of them still treat him will less respect than anyone else, however this all stopped on one night soon after school had finished. In the summer holidays that followed Holden's life changed; he went from one extreme to the other.

Out of the two left one was obviously the leader and the other followed him around like a mad sidekick attached to him by invisible handcuffs. Holden knew that this had to stop, he new that he was likely to result to somebody getting hurt but he was not bothered. It was the night of June 13th 1991 when Holden visited his Nanna at the house that she had once lived in with his grandfather. After he had been there a while he decided to go to his Grandfather’s bedroom where he could always remember there being a small hand pistol that his Grandfather had carried during more secure times of the war. This was the one weapon his grandfather had been able to keep after the second World war, due to it being more of a remember and presentation gun then anything else. The gun had been made and moulding to fit his Grandfather's hand perfectly.

After removing the gun from the cabinet, he prepared to make his way across his some town to a specific area which was nicknamed by him as the "Chav splat" but was more commonly known as "the Ghetto". Even though Holden knew what a Ghetto was he had never argued with anyone one with the irrelevance of the name. He instead had named it Chav splat due to the shear amount of teenage "wanna-be-gangsters" or "Chavs" there where in that area. The splat would become more relevant later that night, when he had mimicked a crime which went on a lot in that area. Of course only being 16 at the time he didn't have an equally impressive motor vehicle as most people who had pulled of this crime put what he was going to use would have to be good enough anyway.

If you haven't guessed so yet, Holden intended to commit a "drive-by" on his only mode of transport, a Vespa x125. Ironically he had only just got this bike as a present from his parents, and one of the first things he planned to do on it was a "drive-by". He had set of into the cold night with his shabby glasses falling off his pointy nose and a scarf wrapped around his mouth for the maximum disguise possible. He ran his hand over the pistol over in his pockets and had his last moments of doubt. He had soon approached his final destination. He turned into a small alley behind a group of houses and began to "rev" up his engine making sure he had the maximum speed available. He began to sweat and then all at once he leapt into action, pulling the gun out whilst turning the corner he drove past as with his hand reach out far and began to shoot into the crowd of cheap Burberry in which he saw the face of his nemesis, the leader of the group. Being a keen archer when he was younger, his aim with a ranged weapon was better than most peoples. He managed to hit his target in the shoulder. The initial shock was not because the people around him had seen something with less speed then a milk float drive down the street; however it was because one of the main people in their "crew" had just been shot.

The thought had now finished. He looked down at his gun, while running, and smiled at where he was now. He looked down at the device he had just used to take his latest victims life, the exact same gun has he had used that night. He kept on running until his reach where he had planned to get away. A small scooter could be seen at the end of the alley, once he got closer he laughed, their in front of him stood his little black Vespa, which amazingly still existed and worked fine.