Whispers of Justic3

Francis Kuto's Fall

I stand tall, surveying my men, a quiet pride swelling within me. Their eyes, gleaming with anticipation, reflect the very thing I've set in motion. Slowly, I rise atop a crate, my voice booming with authority, cutting through the murmur of their whispers.

"Hear me, my dearest brothers," I begin, my words slow, deliberate. "That traitor, Francis Kuto, has turned his back on us, after everything we've given him. We pledged our loyalty, bled for him, and yet here we stand, abandoned. Look at us now, standing on the precipice of a new era. The king falls… and the pawn rises."

I pause, letting the weight of my words settle in the air, like the calm before a storm.

"We've endured together, we've fought, bled, and sacrificed. And yet that worm, that snake, dares to betray us? No. No longer. Today, we take control of our fate. We will not allow one coward to tear us down."

The room is silent, save for the crackle of anticipation in the air. My voice grows louder, fiercer.

"We shall call upon our brothers in groups of five. They will come to us, one by one, at three-minute intervals. I will reveal our plan to them. But do not forget this — you are to keep your weapons trained on them at all times. Do not hesitate. If any of them so much as flinch, you fire. We don't know who among them is a traitor."

They scream their affirmation, their voices blending into a chant of devotion.

"Yes, boss! We're with you!"

I suppress a smile, a bitter laugh threatening to spill from my throat. "Fools. So easily swayed."

Once Francis is gone, the world will crumble before me. One gang after another will fall. Anyone who dares oppose my vision will be swept aside like dust in the wind. They have no idea what's coming.

Knock

"Boss, the first group is here."

"Let them in. Remember — guns pointed, always."

The door creaks open, and they shuffle in, wary, confused.

"What's going on, boss? You said it was urgent… and who's that?"

I wave my hand dismissively, signaling them forward. "Shut up. Go talk to him, and you'll understand."

A murmur spreads through the group as one of them steps forward. "You're the traitors?"

I glance at the others. "Move. Go talk to him."

One man hesitates. "You don't have to be so pushy…"

I stare him down, the weight of my gaze a silent command. "First one, come up."

The man gulps, his gun shaking in his hands. "O-okay… You better not try anything funny, or I'll blow your head off!"

A single word from me, cold as ice: "Lower your guns. Don't shoot unless I give the signal."

He nods, his fear palpable.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?"

I step forward, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Come closer, and I'll tell you."

"Why whisper?" he asks, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

"Because the mole could be one of you five," I reply, my smile hidden beneath the veil of shadows.

He steps closer.

SLAP. DELETE. PLANT.

The air grows thick with tension. His eyes widen in shock, the truth dawning on him. "No way… It was Francis all along? That snake!" His voice shakes with rage. "I'll kill him with my own hands!"

I chuckle darkly, a sound that doesn't quite reach my eyes. "I'm glad to see your loyalty, but you're too late." I can't hide the satisfaction that creeps into my voice. "It was almost too easy…"

The others glance nervously at me, sensing something darker stirring beneath the surface.

"Are you alright, boss?" one of them asks.

I wipe the smirk from my face, turning it into a grim frown, barely holding back the emotion swelling in my chest. "Yeah… I'm just… thinking about how that rat turned on us…"

My eyes narrow, the tears threatening to well up. "I was chosen for this. This was always my destiny."

Francis Kuto's Resignation

The hours pass, and my influence spreads. Over 500 men now rally behind me, the weight of their devotion almost palpable. The time to strike is at hand. "Men, tonight we finish this. We'll descend upon his underground lair. And when we're done, Francis Kuto will be no more. We'll burn his body, and his legacy will be reduced to ash. But before that…"

I smile coldly, my eyes gleaming with madness. "We'll mark this moment in history. With his blood, we shall write the name of our cause — 'Justic3' — on every wall. Any who stand in our way will perish. And if any of you are caught… I ask you to do one final thing for me — kill yourself. Not for me, but for your brothers who have suffered from this world's poison."

I raise my voice, the words ringing out like a death knell. "This world needs cleansing. We will eradicate the vermin who crawl across it, those who threaten our world of peace!"

The roar of approval from my men fills the room, their hunger for blood unmistakable.

"Yeah!!!"

The hunt begins.

The journey takes us to the edge of the city, to the desolate farm land that serves as Kuto's hideout. The men creep forward, weapons raised. In the silence of the night, the tension is unbearable.

"Here's the entrance," one of them whispers.

We descend into the lair of the beast. The scent of blood and betrayal hangs heavy in the air.

"Francis, how's life been treating you?" I ask, my voice dripping with mockery.

He stirs in his chair, eyes wide with disbelief. "You shameless rats! What's the meaning of this?"

I step forward, my voice colder than ice. "You ask the question, but it's already too late."

His voice breaks. "Wait… we were supposed to rule this city together! What happened? Everything we did… was it all meaningless? I gave you power, money, respect. I put food on your tables and blood in your veins! Without me, you're nothing!"

A tremor in his voice, desperation leaking through his words.

"Tell me, was it money? Power? Was it the way I treated you? What… what did I do wrong?"

His cries are nothing more than the final whimpers of a dying man.

"Funny how you pretend to care now that you're done for," one of my men sneers. "You're a worthless insect, Francis. You sold us out to the cops."

Francis' body convulses with disbelief. "What? No… You're lying—"

Before he can finish, the deafening sound of gunfire fills the room. His body crumbles to the ground, nothing but a lifeless shell.

"What a piece of garbage we used to have."

The men begin to carve the name 'Justic3' onto the walls, each stroke another step toward our revolution.

"Cover the place in gasoline," I command. "Then we leave. There's nothing left here."

As the flames begin to rise, a faint voice stirs in the darkness.

"Please… don't kill me…"

A man covered in Kuto's blood crawls from beneath the table. "He held me hostage. Please… take me with you. I swear I'll help you."

I regard him for a moment before nodding. "We'll take him with us. But he stays under watch."

The hideout is set ablaze, and we make our way out. But even as the fire consumes everything, I know this is just the beginning. This world will burn, and in its ashes, I will rebuild it in my image.

"Let's go. We've done what needed to be done."

The future is mine.