It was a unusual warm night in March for the historic city of St. Louis. Couples are walking hand by hand enjoying the elegant atmosphere of the downtown. Kids are giving parents the feeling of having a heart attack when they run in and out of the streets playing tag. Everyone seemed to be doing something outside, it was such a pleasant night...

On the other side of the Mississippi river, Tritium wasn't having a pleasant night at all, quite the opposite to be more accurate. She was pacing back and forth in a confined docking house right off the edges of the river. In front of her was a troubled man soaking in his piss and sweat, every inch of his body was taped tightly to the chair he was sitting on. This man viciously killed a member from the Devil's Angels and it was Tritium's task to get revenge. Ironically, the situation itself didn't scare him, but the way Tritium was staring at him with that creepy smile of hers made him feel like nothing more than a scared child.

She breaks from her pace and walks over to the frightened man to stand directly in front of him. "Please! Just make it fast and end it now!", the man cried. Tritium doesn't say a word. She takes out her gun and points the barrel down on his chest as if she was going to grant him his wish. The man closed his eyes and waited for the bullet to be lodged into his heart. A long minute passed by and the man opened his eyes again. Tritium was standing there, still smiling and still quiet. "Pleeeeease!" the man cried again, but Tritium had something else in mind. She drug the gun's barrel around the man's neck as she walked behind him. The barrel stopped at the back of his neck and then she raised the gun alittle so it was pointing to the back of his head.

The man's full attention was now on the gun - he was expecting the shot any second now. The long silence seemed like eternity but a woman's scream ripped through the air and gave the man chills that went up his spine. A second later, there was another excruciating scream but this one sounded different from the first - it sounded like a child. The screams sounded long and merciless, and a strong scent of ash and gasoline took over the room. Tritium puts the gun away and whispers in the man's ear, "That your wife and daughter burning alive".

The man instantly goes into rage and tries to free himself by violently moving his body, except nothing was budging. Tritium walked around to face the man again but she was no longer smiling and she had something sharp in her right hand. In a matter of seconds, she cuts the man's eyes out while he sits there screaming horrifically in pain. She then kicks the man over on his back and starts drowning his screams by pouring a bucket of gasoline directly onto his face. Tritium could torture this man for hours but she had more important things to do.

As the man was gasping for air, she takes out a match and lights it.

"Let this be a message to the next fool that plans to harm my family."

Tritium lights the man on fire and exits the docking house as he's burning alive.

sneakyrat listens to Tritium's story... and walks over to her and shakes he hand!

Tritium... i dont know exactly what this man has done to earn his faith. But i see that you are not one to be pushed. I am sure your leaders will appreciate such devotion. I wish you luck on your journey into this thing of ours.

sneakyrat offers Tritium a glass of martini, noticing that she could use one right now...

Styrenex nods and removes the cigarette case from his inside pocket,lighting the cigarette and inhaling with a brief lifting of his head he comments.........."There are things that make us proud,things we love,things we hate.........................your actionsTritium are that of a true member of our society."

"Blessings,Good Fortune,and above all.......good health"......Styrenex then shakes the hand of Tritium......................

Tritium takes a sip from her martini and then shakes the hand of Styrenex.

"Thank you both for your kind words."

Great story buddy well written

Claudio_Delucci

Tritium,

May you live as long as you want and NEVER want as long as you live!

and may you always count me as your friend or at the very least as NOT an enemy!

Kordin takes a hit of his cigarette.

"Sounds like he got what's coming to him. What goes around comes around."