Es esta la gran final

Yay, fick till slutscenen, det var ett tag sen jag skrev på mitt MS gäng "Los Hermanos." Jag har egentligen skrivit ett annat slut, men då hade jag inte listat ut vem som var Chicos brors riktige mördare. Nu har jag det och då blir det här hämndfulla slutet så mycket bättre.
Jag älskar också att jag kommit på något som inte var menat att vara symboliskt men som blev det. El Diablo (Oscar, Los Hermanos ledaren) betyder "djävulen" på spanska, Chico heter egentligen Angel vilket är en form av Angelo som betyder ängel. Djävulen/satan vs en ängel (Gud) ja, det är ju helt underbart perfekt! Wow.
Nu till slutet, i slutet har Chico vuxit till sig och har förstått att det inte finns något för honom i MS. Med hjälp av MS legenden Arcangel har han förstått vem som är hans brors verkliga mördare. Han har nu bestämt sig för att hämnas sin brors och El Jokers död, men måste även han dö på kuppen för att han inte kan leva ett liv på rymmen från Los Hermanos gänget när han väl genomför sin hämnd. (Än så länge är det bara en A4:a, men det ska bli mkt längre, hopefully) Jag älskar att jag kommit på vem som står i dörröppningen när Chico skjuter, så jäkla highscore!!

”This is it then? Es esta la gran final? (=is this the grand final)” He chuckled, his eyes black like the depth of *Lago de Coatepeque (* en sjö i san salvador). Diablo had grown up without feeling fear. Like all members the gang had fostered him to leave behind any feelings related to fear and love? This had resulted in great hubris as he no longer bothered death, to take another mans life was nothing to worry about anymore. He thought too highly of himself, always believing his homies would take his bullets. But what if they didn't for once, what if they had realized that this was not the way of life, like I had. There was nothing glorious about being a part of Los Hermanos or MS.
“I know you did it.” I said, with one hand on the gun in my pocket.
I hated him. He'd taken everything from me, everything that had ever mattered. It was all gone and it didn't mean a thing to him because I was just one out of his army of men willing to worship him like a God.
He snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Have you gone all loco Chico?” He threw up his arms. “Come here.”
I stood where my feet had been placed since I stepped into the room. I was not his to boss around with anymore, I was my own self now, with my own head to think with. I wouldn't listen to his bullshit, praising like he was Jesus in human form. That was in the past now.
“I don't understand you Chico. Yesterday you were my brother now, you are my enemy?”
I looked into his eyes. He looked confused but I knew hat deep down inside of him he was just playing with me. Inside him the devil was sleeping only until it was time for it to wake up and make its move. It would kill me if I misbehaved.
“You are like a brother to me Chico, like a REAL brother, like I was to El Maquina* (Diablos döde bror, exledare av Los Hermanos) was to me.”
“You're not my brother. Victor was my brother!”
“Chico you have simply gone mad.”
“Don't call me Chico my name's Angel. My mother named me that because in her eyes I was a Gabriel a Raphael a Michael.”
“(What you're saying I cant here.) I am your family Chico and I decide what my children are called. Not some old hag who couldn't deal with her own.”
I felt the fire in me come alive/ to life. You could spit on me but you didn't talk trash about my family, you just didn't, even angels had demons in them. And it burst open, freed itself from my chest and attacked its enemy like a burning red dragon. Its tail swung in the air in front of me and I pulled the gun out of my jeans pocket, aimed it with steady hands towards my opponent. I wasn't scared, I didn't wet my pants nor did my fingers tremble this time. I had learned how to become an assassin by the man in front of me and now the same man would face his penalty for the lives he'd taken and destroyed.
“What the FUCK you think you doing Chico?! Tu eres loco! (=du är galen) You know what this means.” He stood up from his so called throne.
I knew exactly what this meant.
“You're a pussy Oscar. Nothing but a PUSSY! You can't stand people telling you you're wrong. You just kill them like they were flies. Just like you did with Joker* (ex medlem), just like you did with Victor* (Chicos döde bror & ex medlem)!”
Diablo looked through his pockets but couldn't seem to find anything.
“So the devil is unarmed when his life is at stake. And where are your brothers when you really need them?”
I cocked the gun. It was now or never, there would be no second chances. I knew that when my demon had slayed the devil there would be no turning back, nor would there be a life worth living for me, not all could live like Arcangel, but at least I would have my revenge and that was what was worth it in the end. I couldn't go back to my grandmother I would be on a constant run, there would be no where to run and that was not a proper life. The homies would hunt me like bloodhounds and once I was found they'd shoot me dead.
I pulled the trigger, the bullet flew out from the muzzle. I saw the smoke, I saw everything in slow motion but too late did I see the dark figure appearing in the door. Too late did I see the figure pull its gun and fire.

Spääännande va ;) hehe