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"Think anyone's home?" he asks, jerking his chin toward one of The Horsemen's latest hangouts. It's a dilapidated trailer in a deserted part of town. The perfect spot for them to cook meth and store girls and guns until they needed to be moved.
I shrug as I slide off my bike. "You go first," I say, and he snorts.
"Yeah, no." He sweeps his arm out, his gaze meeting mine. "After you."
"Puss." I walk past him, hitting his shoulder with mine, and trudge up the creaky steps. He laughs under his breath as I cup my hands around the dusty window to peer inside.
The trailer is abandoned.
It looks like everyone just up and left without a moment's notice. Clothes, food wrappers and takeout containers, blankets, even children's toys litter the floor.
"No one's here," I say as I pull my face from the window. "Everyone–"
"Shh." His brows pinch together as he tilts his head to the side. His eyes meet mine momentarily before he jerks his chin for me to follow. Quietly, we move around the trailer, our feet digging into the loose sand.
A few paces from the back, we hear them.
It's getting dark so we can easily sneak up on them. I'm not sure how many there are, but I know I can take them out. My blood hums with anticipation and my hands itch to kill.
I was never hungry to kill. Never. But now, as I've gotten older and the more I've killed, the more I crave it. The more I need it to stay sane. I need to kill to survive.
"Fuck," I mutter, and he barely nods.
Pressing our backs against the dirty siding, we silently shuffle along the wall. He peeks around the corner quickly, then moves back and looks at me.
"Two," he breathes, and I grin.
"One for each of us," I say. "But if you take too long, I'm taking your kill. Don't fuck it up."
"Anyone ever tell you you're not as hot shit as you think you are?" I tilt my head to the side and grin wider.
"Once or twice," I admit. "They're not alive anymore."
He falters for a moment, unsure if I’m joking or not—I’m not. If we didn't need the element of surprise, I'd lose my shit and laugh in his dumb face. But I just elbow him in the ribs, making him swallow his grunt, and round the corner.
It's two low ranking Horsemen. I'm not positive they're low ranking, but why else would they have been left behind? Important people are the first to leave. You leave the grunts to do the shit no one else wants to do.
Something whizzes past my head, and I curse as I dive to the side. One guy lets out an agonized scream and falls to his knees. I turn in time to find him reaching for a knife protruding from his thigh with shaky hands. The other guy scrambles for his discarded gun behind him.
"Wouldn't do that," I say, pulling my gun from my waistband and taking a step forward. "What's going on here?" I jerk my gun at the trailer, my eyes trained on him.
The kid can't be more than eighteen. He looks like he's about to shit himself. In other circumstances, maybe I would've felt bad for him or found his expression hilarious. But he's a Horsemen, and Horsemen have to die.
"Don't kn-know," he stammers. His friend groans on the ground, clutching his leg. It's not that fucking bad. I've been stabbed a million times and have never made the noises he's making. He's just being a little bitch.
Archer steps beside me, his gun out and aimed at the guy he stabbed. I crouch down, getting eye-level with the non-stabbed guy.
"Oh, come on, mate. You know what's going on. Big smart guy like you? Someone's told you something." He and his friend share a look and I glance up at Archer. He's still glaring at his guy.
Gotta give it to him. He set his sights on the kid and hasn't taken them off.
"Someone coming back here?" I ask. "I don't wanna kill you, but if you don't know anything, then I won't have a choice." I try to give him a sympathetic face.
"They said to get the rest of the stuff and leave," he says, his voice shaky. “That’s it.”
"The drive-by at The Crossroads earlier," I say. "Know anything about that?" He violently shakes his head, his eyes widening. I sigh. "I thought I was gonna like you." I shake my head disappointingly. "You just lied to me, man." I aim at his foot and shoot my gun. His head falls back as he howls and clutches his ankle.
"Shit," Archer breathes.
