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[tali2]

x x
AND I HEAR THIS CALLING
still you don't seem so far at all
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this would be his first kill. this was the first test of all that he had been taught. all that training. all that practice. it all meant nothing if he couldn’t get that one moment right. his planning had been meticulous. he’d done everything right. he knew everything about the prey he was hunting down. knew every move that was to be made within the next five minutes. that was as long as it would take. five minutes and it would all be over. five minutes was all the time he had before things hit overtime. overtime in his trade meant game over. the seconds the counted down to those five minutes ticked past. he wanted with quiet patience for his prey to enter. he wasn’t one to run after his prey, they had to come to him. it all had to appear natural, as though it had all just happened in a usual passing day. the last usual passing day for his victim and it would seem to be the most normal thing in the world. not a single element would be tilted out of balance except for the absence of one more soul. the door opened and the man walked in. great suit, expensive and paid with dirty money. so clean cut but the victim still seemed absolutely filthy. he stalked his prey silently through the warehouse they were in. hidden behind all the machinery, looking down on his kill he waited for the right moment. then it happened, the right moment. two minutes into the game. he would have time left over. a shot directly to the back of the head, the other would be gone within a matter of seconds. time was such a fickle yet somehow predictable thing. and with that knowledge, he drew his weapon of choice.

slow and steady. victim in sight. x marked the spot. his finger squeezed the trigger. the shot ran out. his weapon was held in the air for merely a second. arms fell to his side, gun balanced on the tips of his fingers. gaze rose in enough time to see his victim fall to the ground. all it took was a matter of seconds and his worth was proved with the elimination of one of his family’s greatest adversaries. despite his father’s high ranking, he had not been given any leeway. in fact, his father had probably been the one to push for him to have one of the hardest targets possible. his steel blue-grey eyes didn’t fall from the body not a hundred feet away from him. lifeless. gone. eliminated. and his killer, his murderer, was still standing. still there. still living. dom was a killer. this was his life. this was what he was brought up for. careful eyes watched the surroundings, careful to ensure that his work had been clean. he was, if there were such a concept, the perfectly trained killer. and with that knowledge, he closed his eyes.

it was quite amazing, the feeling that washed over him in that following moment. it were almost as though he felt like he was relieved, like he belonged. as though he had a purpose in the world, a role in the greater scheme of things. he knew with everything in him that this probably wasn’t the best role to be in. he knew with even greater guilt that this would not be where his mother would have wanted him to be. but poor tatiana was no longer around, and it hadn’t been her fault. it was the lifeless body’s fault. it was easier to think of the other person as that. a killer just like dom was, but worse for dom had not killed an innocent. the body, when it had been living, had done many terrible things. terrible things that people involved with mafia groups always did. it was a fact of life. it was a fact in dom’s life now that he had just completed his initiation into that world. and with that knowledge, he opened his eyes.

the thing about russia was that there were too many people. the other thing about russia was that it was far too big. a large population and so much land just meant everyone was spread out. far and wide. there was little way for one government to control it all, try as they might. one more dead person could only matter so much. one more dead mafia lord didn’t matter much at all. if anything the police would probably come to see it as a favour. but law enforcement wouldn’t think that at first. no. they would be smarter than that. they’d realize that the removal of one leader meant the rise of another. it would mean that another group would take one more step closer to a greater power, a greater means of control. the police would hunt that rising group down, they could not afford to lose control. no matter what evidence said they’d go for whoever they could best pin it on. so the thing for dom was that he could not afford to leave any evidence that led to their group, his father’s group – the family that had meant more to victor than his own blood family. when dom left the warehouse, the body in a pool a crimson blood, he knew that there was no evidence. not even a hair that did not belong to the victim. except one. one that led to the man who would succeed the body. the police would ignore evidence but this was something new. if they thought it had been an inside job, if they believed that the body’s mafia were so intent on rising they’d kill their own, things would go into a frenzy. and with that knowledge, he could face the day.

walking out of the warehouse and into the sun, he lifted his gaze to the blue skies. murder in pure daylight. only here could he get away with it. though if he lingered any longer he probably wouldn’t get away with it. strolling casually to his parked car, dom gave the topography one last critical sweep. though he had no need to be quite so wary. even the wind didn’t seem to want to go against him today. slipping into his sleek black, company issued car with tinted windows so dark only diplomats should be allowed such a car dom pulled away from the warehouse and drove into his new life. tomorrow would be his nineteenth birthday. almost four years of training had brought him here, to this point. but tomorrow he’d be with his sister and he’d pretend that they were the average family. two siblings who had lost their mother at a young age, two siblings who’d never had a true father to depend on, two siblings celebrating another year. another year that marked a coming of age that meant so much more to him than she would ever know. he never looked back on his kill. never dared to check the rear-view mirror. he knew what would happen. he’d timed everything so perfectly. within the next ten minutes a silver car with tinted windows just like his would pull up. out of it would step the rival mafia’s second in command. he would find his boss dead. he would almost rejoice at the idea of taking over command, then he would be scared. he would fear the person who’d killed his boss would still be around. he would realize that no one was around but then he would need to work out who had done it, who he would need to defend his people against. dom knew that they would no find him, they wouldn’t believe that the markov boy had risen to such skill in so short a time. near four years was a short time to train a hit man apparently. and with that knowledge, he made his way home.

tagged: open [?]
status: complete .
location: russia , approximately four years ago .
word count: one thousand, three hundred and twenty-six .
lyrics: this calling by all that remains .
notes: just had a rush of muse for dom's past .