My names Michael Reed, aka Michael 'the kid' Reed, I am the only son of the mafia boss, Nick 'mad dog' Hank. With me as the son of the boss, my life is extremely dire and never boring. I was abused physically, mentally and verbally, I was told that it'll make me grow bolder and stronger than any other mafia boss that's ruled. I wasn't the only that was treated this way, my closest friend Jackson Hunter, aka Jackson 'grim reaper' Hunter, he is the son of Jett 'iceman' Mustang. We all grew up together, treated the same, beaten the same, but everything was good. Until it wasn't.
Rain pounded the street. Rival against rival, death against death, reaper against reaper. It was a standoff between us and the outlaws, hats pulled down, tuxes newly ironed, guns loaded and words were on hold. Everything was as it should have been, except I was on the wrong side. I was kneeled down by their bosses feet, breathing onto the street, blood ran down my cheekbones, bruising ran over my face and bones were shattered.
"Give back my son you fools," My father calmly announced, "For you do not need me to kill each and every one of you."
"How dare you send a spy"
"How dare you think I did"
There was a long pause... "If you want your son alive, I will trade a life for a life." He smirked, "Hand a life over."
I tried to stop my father in his tracks but my words only scrambled out, not making sense.
A voice spoke up "I'll hand over my life for his"
At that moment I knew who had spoken up, I recognized the smoky voice, Jackson. "I...I will trade places with the bosses son"
The rival spoke up and demanded, "So, out of all of the others this boy is the sacrifice. Is this final."
My father spoke up hushing my friend's father, "If the boy says so I guess I can not stop him."
I couldn't help but get teary, my friend of 17 years was swapping from life to death just for some stupid boy who thought he knew better, my friend, my brother was laying down his life just for me who would waste it without him by my side.
"Come here boy," He growled, "Come meet your fate."
Step by step he was walking towards death itself as I was walking back to the pain that I created by myself. We meet in the middle as he quietly said to me "If my legacy is to end my life from a bullet for you, then so be it"
"No, no please don't," I cried out
"I got this, it's just for you," he winked and tried to cover his fear with a smile as he walked towards death.
I turned to look in the eyes of my friend, my brother, my savior. he kneeled down, said his last prayer as he gave his last smile to me, he spoke his last words "see you in the next life brother."
BANG!!! The gun had been fired, the bullet was shot through his head, blood emerged out and his body slumped on his right side. The rivals smirked, "That wasn't so bad was it?" and walked away from their murder. My eyes stared at what once was my friend as tears ran down my bruised face. my conscience was guilty and I had to tell his mum what I had done for this to happen. I couldn't stop replaying it, it repeated over and over again, this of all days was my saddest and guiltiest of all.