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Wrench looked down at the gun in his hands. A shotgun, dressed to the nines with spikes and leather straps and whatever other bullshit he thought looked cool. It was loaded, but only one bullet remained in the clip. He looked up at the man in front of him. Dusan. Asshole galore, douchebag incarnate. The man who fucked him over hard, who fucked over everyone.
He deserves this, a voice deep inside Wrench growled. He deserves a bullet in his head, so he can't hurt anyone else. Not you, not Marcus, not anyone in Dedsec or San Francisco or the entire goddamn world.
"Are you just gonna stand there and look ugly or--" Dusan was cut off mid-sentence by Wrench bashing him over the head with the end of the gun. He collapsed to the ground, where Wrench kept him down with a swift kick to the gut.
Dusan was already littered with bruises and cuts and blood, having been caught by Wrench a few hours ago. The asshole was on the run, he somehow managed to get bailed out from jail before his trial, and was now trying to escape. But it didn't work. And now, here he was, in front of Wrench, the one person who wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
Yet, for some reason, Wrench was hesitating. Why? They were far enough from a populated area that no one would hear the gunshot, Wrench's gun was loaded, Dusan was right here, why was he finding it so hard to pull the trigger?
Wrench sighed, the sound distorted and robotic from behind his mask. He adjusted the gun in his hands and turned away for a moment before focusing back on Dusan.
"I don't want to kill you." Wrench admitted.
"Yeah, thanks--"
"Shut up. I don't want to kill anyone, I'm not that type of person."
"Shocker." Dusan faked a surprised face.
"Shut up!" Wrench kicked him again, knocking the air out of him and the smug look off his face. Dusan coughed and took in a strangled breath, glaring at the engineer. Wrench sighed again and rubbed at his neck. "I may be… Violent. To some people. But I'm not a killer. I want to fuck with bad people, hurt the people who deserve it, but death? That's not the answer to these things."
He took a step to the side and checked his gun's clip again-- still, one bullet remained, ready to be fired.
"But you." Wrench let out a low chuckle. "You're an exception. The things you've done, the people you've hurt. You've fucked over me and my friends, and I don't stand for that shit."
Wrench walked up and put his gun against Dusan's back, right behind his heart. "I've wanted to do this for a while."
Dusan laughed. "Go ahead, then. Kill me, see what it does for you. There's a million other guys in my position, doing the same shit, and Blume will continue doing it's thing without me. You may not like me, I get that, but killing me won't do you any good."
Wrench barely even heard what Dusan was saying as his own heart started racing, beating in his chest so loud it was all he could hear. It hardly took him a minute to get sick of the asshole's monologue, and he pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out, the blood splattered across the floor and onto Wrench's shoes.
He took a step back and sighed. His heartbeat quieted down and the voice deep within him died away, and everything was silent. Dusan was dead, rightfully so, and Wrench was the one who did it. He wanted to be proud of himself, but he wasn't. He knew he would regret this, this break of his morals, but right now, he was happy. Dusan was dead, Dusan was dead, Dusan was finally dead.
Wrench turned away and left, glad to finally leave that jackass behind for good. This would be a secret he'd take to the grave, sure, no one-- especially Dedsec-- would know this. Though, rumors would probably spread. But… They're only rumors, right?