Diarmuid opened his eyes laying on his bed like always. They didn't have a job today so with nothing to do he washed his face and wore his shirt and pants before going out.
Maybe l should have checked up on Aaron before anything. Well I can do that later it is just the morning l doubt he will wake up before lunch after all the drinks. What should I even do? I can go meet Xio but more importantly if I die the same will go for her as well. I should be careful but that will only make things worse.
He is a part of a church that means giving him time will only make things worse he might just use rituals before attacking me himself making things a lot harder. Some soul abilities require preparation time as well so l must attack him first. Can l even take him down? I can't use mine every time l ask for it so it will be a gamble. I must ask Xio for a plan but before that l must prepare myself. That weird guy might be able to help me.
He checked his pocket and found 3 pounds and 14 elo. 20 elo made 1 rey and 5 rey made a pound which was worth same as a gram of gold.
This must be enough l might even be able to rent a gun if not but one. He definitely knows what my power is and will easily have the advantage. Maybe a long shot might get the job done. Maybe a lever rifle or a gas rifle. I know how to shoot but if l miss l will be at a great danger. The location is important too if we are too close to a church he might call for help.
He went from alleyway to alleyway trying to reach the factory that was near the wall of the Hive, away from most other. He had the license to buy weapons yet he was ready to walk for a hour if it meant he can get it for cheaper.
I am sure he doesn't have an ability of the same type. No one in the Hive has an ability like mine if l remember correctly so maybe l should burn us both. With a bit of blood on him l can use my power to hold him back until he dies but what if he can teleport? Or one of those substitute ones. I would just get killed after that. If l shoot him first and then do this it might be better. Still what if he escapes? I can't shoot. From far away just because of this, such bullshit.
He reached his destination after a while unable to find a flawless plan he has been hoping for. It was a small warehouse painted grey with windows starting near the roof.
Shouldn't force it a lot just because l feel a bit better.
He walked to the small gate on the left side of the warehouse and knocked on the metal door for a few times.
Of course no response what did l expect?
He slammed his fist on the door a few times shouting.
"Hey kid go call your boss there is an old friend here."
He heard stomping sounds behind the door which were followed by the sound of a conversation and footsteps of someone running.
"Brother! You are here come in come in what should I get you? Some tea? Coffee? Got some stew but you gotta wait an hour for that."
Man in his late 40s welcomed him with his overly friendly manner. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie and a brown vest. He was rather fat and had a light skintone. It was a weird combination yet as someone that wore the same things for 3 days straight Diarmuid had no right to speak.
"No no but l would like some water I have been walking for a while."
The man closed the door and looked around before shouting.
"Son! Go get us a cup of water dude has been walking for hours! Sorry for my son he doesn't have any manners he is more like his mother."
"It is alright let's go inside and talk about this. I don't want to waste your time you are a busy man."
The man rushed in as fast as he can as Diarmuid followed him.
"Sorry for all this mess l know l know but it is not every day l get people here other than those dead faced butlers handing the message of their boss."
His room a huge mess with multiple newspapers covering his dark wooden dest alongside a steam computer which was pretty expensive by any means and was rare too. Diarmuid sat on the leather couch after the man sat on his wooden chair and pointed at the couch with his palm.
"Birds are talking brother but l didn't expect you to come this early. What does Aaron want this time? Will he ask for a gun for the first time?"
"I am not here for him today l need something for myself, got myself in some danger."
"Oh ho ho well never knew you were that type. Organ traffickers? They must have heard of you for sure or wait wait wait is it on of the rabid dogs?."
Well I can't tell him about it so I better lie. Someone from another office would be the most believable one I think.
"I got some weirdo behind me. Met at a bar and stopped them when they trued hitting the bartender but now they have a grudge against me."
"And you wanna have something ready to kill them right? Well just make sure to do it in a olace with no witnesses. If you can't make it seem like self defense you can still get locked up."
Worry not brother police wont even see me running.
"Don't worry l have a plan ready I need a good rifle and some explosives. What do you have?"
The man opened his notebook and flipped a few pages before speaking.
"Got some extra items that factories are trying to get rid off like always. We should keep things fast got some huge customers coming brother l might be well off for a few months if l get the deal."
The man spoke with such enthusiasm that caught Diarmuid off guard.
"I will keep things short then l need a gun and some bullets. Anything is fine as long as it shoots straight. I need some explosives too."
"Who is behind you a whole army? Never knew you were the type to get yourself in a danger like this. I got something in mind brother let me show you the goods."
He got up and ran out the room in a hurry. As Diarmuid followed him he opened the main gate of the warehouse and closed it In a hurry after Diarmuid entered.
"Walk straight brother l will open some of the lights.
The warehouse was rather empty with groups of wooden crates laying around left and right in groups. Man ran back to Diarmuid and pointed at a group of crates.
"See brother I got them all but I can guess your budget so most of these are a waste."
"I only have 3 pounds."
The man turned back in an instant before facepalming himself.
"Brother brother brother what can l even get you with that? You are asking for explosives too ohh brother."
He quickly walked like always towards a group of crates and lifted the lid of one.
"What do you say for a 9 millimeter short barrel revolver? Can shoot 5 speedloader is on me if you buy 20 bullets."
"Do you have something stronger?"
"Stronger? You want hollow point or something? That would cost you extra l am taking a risk here you know they are illegal for non hunting reasons."
"No no I meant calibre."
"Brother how scared can you be? Are you trying to shoot him from a roof?"
He walked to another group and opened another crate.
"Long barrel revolver for your average aristocrat. Can shoot 6 but not a double action. Aim properly and you can shoot anything. Would cost you 2 pounds with the bullet but l don't have a speed reloader for this as you might guess."
"Do you have something..."
"No l don't have one of those magazine semi automatic rifles especially for your budget. If you don't leave your liver on the table you can't leave with something like that."
"Load me the short barrel then... give me 15 normal bullets and for the explosives do you have those grenades Aaron got before?"
"Phosphorous?"
"Yeah white one."
"Yeah bit can't have you using it In a public place."
"Brother you know me I don't have the guts to do that."
"Ughhhhh I know that. Can only give you 3 of those I am saving some for the rich customers, gonna sell it for higher of course."
With this it will be perfect by any means. He won't be surviving this for sure.
"Load them all up for me then brother. So how much do l owe you?"
"3 is fine 15 elo for the bullets the rest is just the gun and the explosives."
Can l just leave my liver at the desk?
After the exchange he left the warehouse. With 3 stick grenades and all the others things inside a cardboard box. He was proud of himself, why wouldn't he? His new plan was to find out about his daily routine and ambush him and escape before police arrived to the scene. Grenades were there to slow them down or at least two of them were going to be used for that. He was thinking of using the last one as trump card to kill him once he thinks he has the edge.
"Reverse magician is trickery, it is the arcana of the selfish old man that would rather live in his delusions than make his world a better place."
Infront of his eyes was the monster that killed his sister, he was laying on his belly with a huge hole in his abdomen. Blood as dark as ink marked this meaningless world of his.
I did it sis...I killed the monster at last...You are proud of me now right sis?
He cried knowing that she will never even know this, yet he was happy at the same time knowing the fire in his soul finally burned down the ruthless beast. The beast that was his so called best friend. The beast that he drank together, read together, argued together, his dear friend that saved him even at his lowest yet now he was laying there.
Diarmuid was laying there as the shadow of the person once he was, now a lot younger, without memories, with different eyes, with different thoughts and a different existence yet he still had that naive smile even when he died.