Vol 1: Part 13

As I began walking up the path once more the wind picked up, the cold gusts swept through the crowd though it was difficult to tell since everyone was already shaking out of grief. I kept back as I looped around behind everyone. Looking closely I could see a couple faces that I recognized, but I had no idea who the rest were.

"A beautiful sight isn't it?" A soft voice whispered in my ear as his quiet footsteps stopped to the side of me.

"Morbidly so." I answered dryly. Turning around I directed my eyes towards the voice. "And what brings you here?" I wondered around as I found my self face to face of the signature cat like smile that belonged to a familiar barkeeper.

"I thought it would be rather interesting, guess I was wrong." Gabriel shrugged as he wandered off into the crowd of mourners. He was rather strange, but his information more than often made up for his eccentricities, most of the time.

"Is that so." I said as I turned towards the place where they were lowering the coffins. Closed, all of them were closed caskets. Each corpse a story of vicious malice as they lay there mutilated almost beyond recognition, it comes par with the course, but do sinners really deserve things worse than death? Who knows? Who cares? The only thing we would care about now is revenge for better or worse I'll happily take an eye for an eye.

With a few parting words from the priest that was it. The funeral was over, or at least over for me. Dark clouds covered the sky as the silver moon was engulfed in darkness.

As everyone began to depart I began to look for my ride home. It took a while before I found my driver, conspiringly conversing in the corner of the cemetery, though it seemed the conversation was barely holding on to being civil as I approached. I hung back leaning on the stony wall of the church closing my eyes I started to wait until it was over.

The wrathful grinding of gravel indicated that it was over. "Let's go." Jackson scowled as he began to power walk out of the church yard one hand stuffed in his pockets the other holding a briefcase. It was rather clear things hadn't gone his way, but that was his own private business not anything of my concern. If he wants to talk about it I'm sure I'll be forced to listen whether I like it or not.

We made it to the road where the line of cars had dwindled compared to a few hours ago. Instinctively I started to move towards Jackson's car. "We aren't going in that one." He called out.

"Then which one?" I said as I moved away from the car.

"This one." He replied motioning to the sleek black, straight off the line car which was park just slightly out of sight even hidden in the shadows you could tell it had some class.

"I see." I said as I got into the passengers side without a word Jackson handed me the briefcase as he got in the drivers side. The leathered seats were a light brown, and very comfortable. It was a simple car in design, and color coordination some might even say boring, luxurious for sure, but still boring.

Jackson got into the drivers side, after checking that the mirrors were all in the right place he put the keys in the ignition as we both strapped ourselves in, and started to pull out. "I wish I could get under the hood, and poke around with the engine." He lamented as we pulled out onto the road.

"Why don't you?" I said as I gazed out of the window as the city rolled on by.

"Never touch another mans ride without permission it's disrespectful, especially since it's the bosses you know how he can get a bit touchy if you start messing with his things." He replied with a smile as he maneuvered is around the parked cars on the street.

I stayed silent as we kept on cruising. I lazily turned my eyes towards the wing mirror the line of scarce traffic trailing a good distance behind us, though there was one car that was weaving in, and out. It was a rather plain with an old coat of white paint, with four doors it looked like a family car, but it seemed rather impatient for a family outing especially this late at night.

"Next turning on your right turn as late as you can, but don't signal." I said. Jackson nodded in understanding as he started get ready to turn.

It was a rather sharp bend the tires screeched in protest as Jackson wrenched the wheel around. "Are we being followed?" Jackson asked as he pulled the wheel back around to straighten out the vehicle.

Looking back I saw the same white car turning the corner coming dangerously close to crashing. Now that I had a clearer view I could see that it didn't have a number plate. "It would appear so. We need to lose them." I said as I braced myself.

"I was hoping to push this baby to it's limits." Jackson rejoiced as he cracked his neck, and floored the accelerator.