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[10] Knight
Actually here's the true story:
Six and Seven were best friends at one point. They joined "The Gang", which was its only name when they began, but Six didn't even know if they called it that anymore. I guess it didn't matter what they called it, because they've always done the same thing, and everyone knew who they were.
Everyone in the gang was assigned a number, the lower the number, the higher you were. Six joined before Seven, and Seven was always jealous that he had more authority than he did.
The Gang leader, One, asked them both to do a job for him one night. Two and Three had been violently murdered the night before, and Four claimed that he had seen the person who did it, but he was far too afraid to tell them. Four said that the person came up to him and said "If you ever tell anyone, I'll slit your family's throats". Six and Seven were supposed to go find him, and kill him.
Six had a bad feeling about it, but Seven - being the wild card that he was, accepted for the both of them, and they went out to find them.
The night felt a little darker than usual. They surveyed the area around where Two and Three were murdered, roughing up random people and asking where they could find the person responsible. One guy they spoke to said something very disturbing.
"You want to find the guy who killed your guys? You have to look a little closer than you think" "What the fuck do you mean, old man" exclaimed Seven "I ain't got nothing to lose" said the old man "My family all gone and died a long time ago. You want the right guy? You go find Five."
Six's stomach hit the ground. Seven took a mad dash towards The Gang headquarters. He tried yelling out for him, but Seven was running too fast, and soon he was out of sight.
By the time Six got there, Five was dead. Six could see Seven sitting on top of Five, unloading every bullet from every clip he had into his face. Or at least what was left of it. There was blood everywhere. On the ceiling, on the floor, and especially on Seven. When Seven ran out of bullets he just took the barrel of his gun and kept thrusting it into what was left of his head.
Seven slowly turned his head towards Six and starting laughing. Six backed away slowly, and ran out of The Gang headquarters, never to return.
But Six always remembers that night, and ever since then Six has been afraid of Seven.
Nah I'm kidding, it's cause seven eight nine.
