Chocolate #1, Amaretto #5, Vinegar #21
Title: The Influence of a King with the Power of a Queen
Prompts: Chocolate #1: loyalty/trust; Amaretto #5: absolute power; Vinegar #21: violators will be prosecuted
Rating: R for violence and a dead man walking with a potty mouth
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Draven Blaze, Soul Wade, Felix Wade
Setting: Instead of doing the smart thing and writing something that would actually introduce my characters and universe in an orderly fashion, I’m just going to jump right in and let people flounder in their confusion. This takes place six weeks after Atlas’ death and his seventeen year old daughter, Firebird, took over the Family. Draven was Atlas’ youngest brother and his coup d’état to get rid of Firebird and make himself the head of the Blaze Crime Family is finally coming to a head, but it isn’t ending quite how he imagined it.
Just as a side note: there’s the Blaze biological family and the Blaze mafia family. I made it purposefully confusing as to what “family” Firebird and Draven are referring to throughout this piece (and probably the rest of the story) because the line between the two family types gets blurry at times, even for them.
I sure hope all of my introductions aren't going to end up being this long...XD
“Firebird...” Draven licked his lips nervously then got onto his knees. “Don’t do this. I’m your uncle. I was there when you were born.”
“Yes,” Firebird agreed with a shuttered look. “And unlike you, nothing is more important than family to me. That’s why I didn’t let you die with all the other traitors downstairs.”
“You’re a good girl, Firebird,” Draven said, inching closer on his knees. “Atlas would be proud to see you now. You know the importance of the name Blaze.”
“Yes I do. But you need to be reminded,” Firebird stopped pointing the gun at her uncle and let it fall, still cocked, to her side. “The only way you’re going to get out of this clusterfuck you’ve created with your blood inside your skin is if you kiss my shoes in apology and beg your boss to spare your life.”
“W-What?” Draven sputtered.
“You heard me.”
Draven’s thought process could be seen easily in his expressions. First was revulsion and the knee-jerk rejection of a dominant man forced to do something so submissive. Then came the realization that the submissive act was one of only two options, followed by the fear that resulted from thinking about his other option that wasn’t an option. Finally came acceptance of what he was going to have to do, although there was no determination behind his decision, just terror.
Draven crawled towards her slowly, inching across the carpet in his six hundred dollar dress pants. He moved even slower as he leaned his top half down and pressed his lips to the toe of Firebird’s black pumps.
“I’m sorry, Firebird-“
“Boss Blaze,” Firebird corrected.
Draven was tense but he did as she expected. “I’m sorry, Boss. What I did was unforgiveable but I beg you to have mercy on me.”
“Say please.”
He looked up into her eyes. “Please don’t kill me, Boss.”
Firebird closed her eyes briefly. She had to to get her emotions under control. A second later she opened her eyes and stared down at Draven who was still on his knees in front of her.
“That was the last test Daddy wanted me to give you,” she told her uncle. “I was only supposed to do it if you had gone so far astray that I didn’t even know if you were a Blaze or not. You failed the test.”
She lifted the gun and, before Draven had any chance to react, she shot him in the shoulder. Draven fell back with a scream. “The fuck! What are you doing!” he screamed, trying to get away, to hide even as he knew there was no way for him to get away.
Firebird held the gun in both hands, the barrel following Draven’s frenzied movements with no trouble. “A Blaze would rather die than beg for his life. That you can degrade yourself like that proves that you don’t deserve your last name anymore.”
“Don’t do this!” Draven begged. He was panicking now, his eyes were watering from the pain and the fear. “You can’t kill your own uncle!”
“You aren’t my uncle anymore. You’re nothing but a traitor.”
“But think about Atlas! And Dad won’t let this stand. He’ll come after you!”
“You may not say my father’s name any longer. And Papa B gave up on you two weeks ago. I was the only one that wanted to give you more time to prove yourself, but Papa B was right.” Firebird shot Draven again, this time in the leg.
Draven screamed again, grabbing his leg, unable to move any farther. Firebird stepped over to him, just out of his reach. She had a few more things to explain to him before she ended his pitiful life and she needed him to pay attention and not try to run away. “You’ll be buried in the family graveyard because you’re still our blood, but you don’t get the privilege of our name on your gravestone. You won’t be acknowledged as a member of the family, and no one will know who you were.”
“You can’t do this to me. You can’t! I can’t die like this!” Draven cried, trying to deny reality but not able to even convince himself.
“I can too. It’s just a chess game that’s been moved off the chessboard, remember? Isn’t that what you said five minutes ago when you were going to shoot me in the head?” Firebird asked. “You were right about that, at least. You and Daddy were king pieces. You were the most influential, and the whole game depended on you. But Daddy was smarter than you. He didn’t make his heir into a king piece, he made me a queen. I have all the power on this chessboard, and I can defeat anyone, even a king.”
Firebird cocked the gun again and aimed it at Draven. “When Daddy died, everything he left behind fell to me. The power of a queen with the influence of a king. That’s what Daddy made me. You never stood a chance.”
“No. No! N-“
Firebird cut off Draven’s disgraceful pleading once and for all. She fired two shots into his heart and one into his head, killing him immediately and leaving no chance for a revival. Firebird did not do anything unless she planned on doing it completely.
She dropped the gun with distaste just as the office door opened with a soft click. Felix’s bright blue eyes peeked through the crack then opened the door fully. He was covered head to toe in thick blood splatter and hadn’t looked this happy in a long time. “Finally! We’ve been waiting outside for friggin ever!”
“My apologies for keeping you waiting,” Firebird said with a light eye roll. “Where’s Soul?”
An equally bloody Soul slid under Felix’s arm and peered into the room. “Here,” he answered, but his focus was on what was left of Draven.
“Are you sorry I killed him?” Firebird asked her cousin. Because Soul was the illegitimate progeny of Atlas’ middle brother, Nicky Nails, he had never been fully integrated into the family. But that didn’t change the fact that Draven had still been his uncle and, when Nicky had brought Soul around to family functions, Draven had treated him just like any of the other kids.
“No,” Soul answered without any hesitation. “He forgot his family a long time ago.”
“Yeah, who gives a shit about that homophobic bastard?” Felix wrapped his arm around Soul’s neck then leaned down and licked a drop of blood off of his partner’s ear. Mass murder always revved Felix’s engine. “What are we doing now, Boss?”
Firebird looked at Draven one last time, then turned and walked out of the office. “Put his body in the car then burn the building down. This game is over.”
Prompts: Chocolate #1: loyalty/trust; Amaretto #5: absolute power; Vinegar #21: violators will be prosecuted
Rating: R for violence and a dead man walking with a potty mouth
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Draven Blaze, Soul Wade, Felix Wade
Setting: Instead of doing the smart thing and writing something that would actually introduce my characters and universe in an orderly fashion, I’m just going to jump right in and let people flounder in their confusion. This takes place six weeks after Atlas’ death and his seventeen year old daughter, Firebird, took over the Family. Draven was Atlas’ youngest brother and his coup d’état to get rid of Firebird and make himself the head of the Blaze Crime Family is finally coming to a head, but it isn’t ending quite how he imagined it.
Just as a side note: there’s the Blaze biological family and the Blaze mafia family. I made it purposefully confusing as to what “family” Firebird and Draven are referring to throughout this piece (and probably the rest of the story) because the line between the two family types gets blurry at times, even for them.
I sure hope all of my introductions aren't going to end up being this long...XD
“Firebird...” Draven licked his lips nervously then got onto his knees. “Don’t do this. I’m your uncle. I was there when you were born.”
“Yes,” Firebird agreed with a shuttered look. “And unlike you, nothing is more important than family to me. That’s why I didn’t let you die with all the other traitors downstairs.”
“You’re a good girl, Firebird,” Draven said, inching closer on his knees. “Atlas would be proud to see you now. You know the importance of the name Blaze.”
“Yes I do. But you need to be reminded,” Firebird stopped pointing the gun at her uncle and let it fall, still cocked, to her side. “The only way you’re going to get out of this clusterfuck you’ve created with your blood inside your skin is if you kiss my shoes in apology and beg your boss to spare your life.”
“W-What?” Draven sputtered.
“You heard me.”
Draven’s thought process could be seen easily in his expressions. First was revulsion and the knee-jerk rejection of a dominant man forced to do something so submissive. Then came the realization that the submissive act was one of only two options, followed by the fear that resulted from thinking about his other option that wasn’t an option. Finally came acceptance of what he was going to have to do, although there was no determination behind his decision, just terror.
Draven crawled towards her slowly, inching across the carpet in his six hundred dollar dress pants. He moved even slower as he leaned his top half down and pressed his lips to the toe of Firebird’s black pumps.
“I’m sorry, Firebird-“
“Boss Blaze,” Firebird corrected.
Draven was tense but he did as she expected. “I’m sorry, Boss. What I did was unforgiveable but I beg you to have mercy on me.”
“Say please.”
He looked up into her eyes. “Please don’t kill me, Boss.”
Firebird closed her eyes briefly. She had to to get her emotions under control. A second later she opened her eyes and stared down at Draven who was still on his knees in front of her.
“That was the last test Daddy wanted me to give you,” she told her uncle. “I was only supposed to do it if you had gone so far astray that I didn’t even know if you were a Blaze or not. You failed the test.”
She lifted the gun and, before Draven had any chance to react, she shot him in the shoulder. Draven fell back with a scream. “The fuck! What are you doing!” he screamed, trying to get away, to hide even as he knew there was no way for him to get away.
Firebird held the gun in both hands, the barrel following Draven’s frenzied movements with no trouble. “A Blaze would rather die than beg for his life. That you can degrade yourself like that proves that you don’t deserve your last name anymore.”
“Don’t do this!” Draven begged. He was panicking now, his eyes were watering from the pain and the fear. “You can’t kill your own uncle!”
“You aren’t my uncle anymore. You’re nothing but a traitor.”
“But think about Atlas! And Dad won’t let this stand. He’ll come after you!”
“You may not say my father’s name any longer. And Papa B gave up on you two weeks ago. I was the only one that wanted to give you more time to prove yourself, but Papa B was right.” Firebird shot Draven again, this time in the leg.
Draven screamed again, grabbing his leg, unable to move any farther. Firebird stepped over to him, just out of his reach. She had a few more things to explain to him before she ended his pitiful life and she needed him to pay attention and not try to run away. “You’ll be buried in the family graveyard because you’re still our blood, but you don’t get the privilege of our name on your gravestone. You won’t be acknowledged as a member of the family, and no one will know who you were.”
“You can’t do this to me. You can’t! I can’t die like this!” Draven cried, trying to deny reality but not able to even convince himself.
“I can too. It’s just a chess game that’s been moved off the chessboard, remember? Isn’t that what you said five minutes ago when you were going to shoot me in the head?” Firebird asked. “You were right about that, at least. You and Daddy were king pieces. You were the most influential, and the whole game depended on you. But Daddy was smarter than you. He didn’t make his heir into a king piece, he made me a queen. I have all the power on this chessboard, and I can defeat anyone, even a king.”
Firebird cocked the gun again and aimed it at Draven. “When Daddy died, everything he left behind fell to me. The power of a queen with the influence of a king. That’s what Daddy made me. You never stood a chance.”
“No. No! N-“
Firebird cut off Draven’s disgraceful pleading once and for all. She fired two shots into his heart and one into his head, killing him immediately and leaving no chance for a revival. Firebird did not do anything unless she planned on doing it completely.
She dropped the gun with distaste just as the office door opened with a soft click. Felix’s bright blue eyes peeked through the crack then opened the door fully. He was covered head to toe in thick blood splatter and hadn’t looked this happy in a long time. “Finally! We’ve been waiting outside for friggin ever!”
“My apologies for keeping you waiting,” Firebird said with a light eye roll. “Where’s Soul?”
An equally bloody Soul slid under Felix’s arm and peered into the room. “Here,” he answered, but his focus was on what was left of Draven.
“Are you sorry I killed him?” Firebird asked her cousin. Because Soul was the illegitimate progeny of Atlas’ middle brother, Nicky Nails, he had never been fully integrated into the family. But that didn’t change the fact that Draven had still been his uncle and, when Nicky had brought Soul around to family functions, Draven had treated him just like any of the other kids.
“No,” Soul answered without any hesitation. “He forgot his family a long time ago.”
“Yeah, who gives a shit about that homophobic bastard?” Felix wrapped his arm around Soul’s neck then leaned down and licked a drop of blood off of his partner’s ear. Mass murder always revved Felix’s engine. “What are we doing now, Boss?”
Firebird looked at Draven one last time, then turned and walked out of the office. “Put his body in the car then burn the building down. This game is over.”