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Saddest of days! Started by: Reverse_Flash on Jan 16, '17 16:21

Waking up to a phone call from a friend from New York. Grabbing his watch and noticing the hands where at 3:15 am. Reverse_Flash rubbed his hand against his face trying to wake up after hanging up the phone. Thinking to himself, ‘That couldn’t have happened. There is no way Kurgan is dead.’ RF quickly got dressed and made his way out of his home running faster than he ever had. The red and yellow lightening streaks following behind him. He stopped outside the door of the HQ. Noticing the police walking all around… ‘Shit it is true…’

A police officer noticed RF sitting there with tears in his eyes. As he approached RF asked, “What happened here?”

The officer patted RF on the shoulder, “Listen kid, some big mob figure was wacked….”

Before he could finish RF interrupted, “Where there any witness?”

The officer shook his head and disappeared into the streaks of red and yellow lightening..

Hours later…

RF was sitting at home when his bodyguard came in and explained to him that he remembered Mouseycop rang the house explaining that the funeral arrangements were set for Kurgan. Also made mention of wanting to have a meeting with him after the funeral.

RF’s bodyguard patted him on the shoulder while RF drank his whisky. He nodded and told him to get his suit. RF changed into it and they made their way to the funeral.

RF saw Kurgan in the casket it was unbelievable. It was true he was truly gone. Making his way up to the casket to make give his condolences.  Placing a hand on the casket.

“Kurgan, you were more than just a boss to me. I was alongside you at your rise. You constantly reminded me that I came from a long line of hard workers and saw the same potential in me. You constantly reminded me that our ancestors seemed to always end up working together. You are and always will be my brother no matter what. It really pains me to see you in this damn box. Rest well my brother. I am sorry that I failed to protect you..”

He could barely hold the tears back as he patted the casket. As he walked way down the aisle, Mouseycop offered the spot next to her. He scooted in and she patted his back, trying to smile in the amount of sadness in the church..

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