VERNON LABEOUF
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FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT.β
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Vernon took a long time trying to track Will down, after the latter had somehow managed to slither himself away from the vice-like grasp of his ex-gang.
Blood Brothers, was what they called themselves. And they literally took the oath of eternal bond through the significance use of blood. It involved every member cutting a slit on their palm, including the prospective new member, before passing around the cup from one to another as they each drip a droplet of their blood into the glass half filled with water. The new member was then made to consume the contents of the cup, whole.
It was to signify that they were all bonded by blood, like real brothers do. In a sense, they were not much different from a modern day cult.
Will was 12 when he first joined the Blood Brothers. Born in a high crime neighbourhood, joining the mob was both considered cool and served as protection and deterrence from anyone would even think of trying to harass any one of their members. So for a while, Will was living the high time of his life with his adopted family.
But as time went by and he began to mature from his juvenile ways, the inherently sweet and compassionate him found it increasingly hard to live by the ways of the Blood Brothers. They were, to put bluntly, savages.
They tried to inundate and conditioned Will into getting used to the dark pleasures of the underworld. And admittedly, like all humans, he had fallen into sin.
But when he hit eighteen, Will was at the crossroads between regaining sanity and morality, and road to the depths of hell when he first gained clarity as to what laid ahead for him in the two separate paths that he knew he had to choose.
He chose to be a better man and leave his past behind.
Will packed his bags and left home. Fortunately for him, it was a relatively easy decision, as he had been housed in a foster home, and eighteen was the age he was given the agency to make his own decision to leave the nest that had been his sanctuary since the last time both his parents passed away in an unfortunate accident, when he was at a tender age of five.
The Blood Brothers were incensed.
It was considered a grave sin to abandon the gang, once they pledged themselves to eternal loyalty. Loyalty was a virtue deeply regarded in the Blood Brothers, to the point of excess. Lineages of the Blood Brothers had been indoctrinated into staying true to their key value, no matter the cost. Because if a brother managed to slip away, what then, would the message be sent to the rest of the members? The cult would fall apart. And the heads of the Blood Brothers would never allow the slip of power and control over the minds of their recruits. So Will needed to be hunted down, needed to be make an example to the rest of the members who ever thought of leaving the inescapable band.
Years on, Will was able to make a new life for himself. Unbeknownst to him however, his past had been actively trying to track him down behind the shadows. The fanatics of his past believed he needed to be punished, needed to be reminded of where he truly belonged - a time in past when he had recklessly, if not unwittingly decided to sell his soul to the devils.
And it was as if the stars aligned for the devils. Will was caught in a snowstorm on his drive back from work, which he was held back later than usual. The storm had resulted in a local power outage, and his phone died from being unable to charge. Stuck along the jammed highway at 8.03pm that night, he could only pray that Lauren wouldn't freak out from then until the time he manages to get back home.
Back at home at 8.03pm, Vernon had brought along not three of his grunts, but three senior members of the Blood cult to seek out Will on his judgement day. The seniority of the pack present suggested just how important and significant that evening was going to be. Will's apartment belonged to a posh building. But the door locks were rudimentary at best, much to the delight of Vernon and gang. Such was the shoddy work of modern day estate planning and management, that prioritised profit over all else.
The lock had been easy to pick with a common Swiss knife. That was when the first signs of foot step, no, foot steps could be heard thudding against the parquet flooring.
The gang wordlessly spread themselves out to inspect the apartment. And it was one of the blood seniors that stepped into the master bedroom to find a woman lying almost naked, cuffed to the bed.
"Who the fuck are you!?"
"Where's Will?"
"Vernon, come and look at this."
The man was soon joined by three more others. One of them held the note and the key that Lauren had left by the counter in the main living space. He was smirking whilst reading the note at hand, before redirecting his gaze to the young lady.
"Good question. Where's Will? I've been seeking him out for ages." His smile was charming. But he exuded an eerie aura of ominosity. The mafia head made his way to the side of the bed, perching himself by the edge of it. His fingers, curiously picking up the butt plug to inspect it with mild amusement on his face.
"You must be Will's girlfriend. What's the special occasion?"
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