(Guanajuato, Mexico)
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It was a cool night in the city of Guanajuato, and with a population of almost two hundred thousand people, it was sprawling with men and women going about their days, heading to work before heading to a nearby bar to blow off some steam, or they head to a nightclub to dance with their friends and possibly pick up a lucky lady or man.
But deep in the underground of this vibrant city… the night scene was darker, more hidden, only showing it's ugly face when you cross a certain group.
zx16, one of the most notorious gangs in the entirety of Mexico, a cartel know for its violence and brutality towards those that cross them, intentional or not. With drug smuggling and their connections, they were untouchable for decades.
In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, blood was dripping from the tables where unfortunate victims of the cartel were put to sleep, their organs harvested while the boss and his four enforcers counted money, making profit off the suffering of the families who will never see their family members again.
And my mother, she was one of them, a woman who always protected me from our father, a compulsive gambler who made our lives hell. I still remember seeing the bruises on my mother's face, as she hugged me saying everything was alright, and being eight years old at the time I could only watch her suffer just to protect me.
And on one particular day my mother sent me to my abuela's home in Mexico City for a week, I enjoyed being with my abuela, she was a war veteran who enlisted during the Vietnam war, and she always told me stories of her time in the war, but she always hid the bloody parts, she only told me of a man who would become my Abuelo, and American from Texas who enlisted to help his country.
My life was happy, until I returned and saw my house surrounded by police cars and yellow tape, I bolted past the police men, who tried to catch me, but when I went to my mother's room, I see her body, carved open, blood splattering the walls as I cried out my mother's name, with my father nowhere to be found.
And it was only a week later when I discovered my father's iPhone in the trash, he never took it off his person, and after unlocking it I saw it, messages from an unknown number stating they would buy my mother for fifty thousand USD, I read every text, he was over ten thousand dollars in debt and they said he could pay it off with my mother.
MY FATHER SOLD MY MOTHER FOR 50 THOUSAND DOLLARS AND SKIPPED TOWN!!!
Enraged I went to the bar my father frequented and screamed at all the patrons, demanding I see my father, but as I looked around I saw no sign of him, but what I did find, was an old mercenary not connected to any gang, he told me about my father drunkenly bragging about selling his wife and making enough money to take things easy for a while, and even stated if he runs low he has a son.
And after connecting the dots, the man gave me an offer.
He kills my father for me, or I get trained under him for ten years, and take down not only my father, but the gang responsible for my mother's death. And I jumped at the opportunity.
And for ten years, I was prounounced missing, my mother dead and my abuela died from grief, I never knew my abuela was dead at the time, but I hope she would understand my grief. my pain. And my thirst for vengeance.
I was taught how to snipe enemy forces without scopes, how to move silently on any terrain, and stealth kill using unconventional items like pencils or knitting needles, i had to snipe watermelons from half a mile way using only a rifle, I was given no scope as I fired, and each time I missed I ran 1 mile.
I played hide and seek, where if im found I'd have to do 200 counts of pushups, sit-ups and pull-ups followed by a 10 mile run. Each month he'd use different noisy terrains, gravel, sand, you name it, he used it.
It was pure hell, but remember how my mother protected me from my father, that was the fuel that helped break me, but also reforged me as a killing machine.
Now most people would ask if I only did training, but I did have one thing that helped me forget the pain, anime. Turns out my teacher liked anime after he watched an episode of black clover when he was hired to protect a congressman's son, so after every lesson we would watch anime together, but my favorites were black clover, hellsing ultimate, and castlevania.
Time went on, and days turned to months, and the months turned to years. And after ten years, I was ready. My teacher gave my intel on the gangs markings, a skull tattoo with one or both eye sockets on the skull holding either Zx or 16, and they usually had the tattoo either on their hands or neck.
Armed with hidden weapons and an unshakable resolve I went to work, first I tracked down my father and using a wooden skewer I stabbed both major arteries on his neck, and he looked at me in horror as I watched the life fade from his eyes.
I went from small town to small town picking off grunts, I interrogated each of them, demanding the location of their base, but the fuckers were tight lipped, so I kept going after them one by one, in alleyways, in brothels, casinos, bars, I even snuck into their homes and killed them.
I took me 6 years, going through hundreds of grunts, until I found a squealer. A father forced to join the gang as a smuggler in order to pay for his daughter's education, so after getting the information I tossed him a briefcase holding all the money I took from all the grunts, and told him to take his family to another country.
It turns out Zx16's base was an abandoned oil refinery, modified for their "businesses". So I waited until nightfall, and under the moonlight I went to work.
Using a silenced sniper rifle, I shot all the lookouts in the watchtowers and rooftops, I'd methodically pick off each of the members that went off alone, using my lessons I blended into the shadows, watching. Waiting. Poised to strike in an instant.
As time went on I took down each guard until the main force remained.
Going back to my sniping spot, I reached into a crate and pulled out a belt of grenades, three explosive, four incendiary (with one detonation trigger for all of them), three flashbangs and two smoke grenades. Armed with only grenades, two modified pistols and a light machine gun, I charged into the fray.
I tossed both smoke grenades and using the smoke as cover, I kicked down the door and mowed each the bastards down, but not without some bullets piercing my body armor, but I was too focused to feel the pain. I threw the flashbangs and blinded any survivors and following my training I ran towards the agonized cries and shot down each remaining survivor until only one remained, who I knocked out with a swift punch.
I saw the phone near his body and saw he sent a message to the boss, telling him to bring everyone, so smiling I shot the final survivor in the head and using the small window of time I had, I took in all of the highly explosive chemicals that miraculously didn't explode during the shootout and placed them in four corners of the building and priming each of the incendiary grenades, I put them inside each of the barrels, and waited.
And after ten minutes, five men walked in and the boss, who saw me bleeding out just smiled with his enforcers aiming their rifles at him and gloats as he walks towards me.
(The present)
"I must admit, when I heard from my right hand man that a single person was killing everyone in our base, I didn't believe it, but seeing all this… I don't know whether I should applaud your efforts or not, but considering you aren't gonna make it out alive, I'll be a nice sport about this…any last words?" The boss asks as his enforcers slowly pull the triggers, and with the last bit of my strength I look at him and smile as I show them the detonator, "see you all in hell." And before they could shout or pull the trigger, I press the button and my eyes see pure red as extreme heat washes over me.
'Mother, you have been avenged' and everything fades to black.
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So how was the first chapter? I couldn't think of anything, so I went with what Joe mama did, but I explained my MCs life up until his last moments.
But besides that, I hope this chapter was even better than my original.
Also thanks to Joe mama for his help in advertising, and I shall see you tomorrow for the next chapter.