My Past Life-Part 31.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed himself up from the chair, his muscles tense, his eyes burning with defiance. His voice, though strained, carried the weight of a man who had nothing left to lose.
"If I go down today, Joy… I'm taking you with me," Scorpio declared, his words dripping with venom.
Joy, standing tall and confident, only laughed—a cold, mocking sound that echoed through the hollow space. Her golden magnum gleamed under the light as she pulled it from the hidden holster at her waist. The weapon was powerful, almost too beautiful for the destruction it could unleash. She aimed it directly at Scorpio's forehead, her finger resting lightly on the trigger.
"Hahaha! What do you think you can do, Scorpio?" she taunted. "You're surrounded. Both you and your men—outnumbered, outgunned. You might be strong, you might be skilled, but not like this. Not when you're still bleeding from the bullet I put in your skull."
The men around joy shifted nervously as they fell backwards slowly towards Scorpio, their weapons trembling slightly in their hands. They were loyal, but fear had a way of creeping into even the bravest hearts.
Then—footsteps.
Slow. Measured. Unhurried.
Yet, they commanded attention. Every head turned toward the sound, every breath held in anticipation.
A figure emerged from the shadows, his presence alone enough to send a ripple of unease through the room. Scorpio's eyes widened in disbelief, his face twisting into a snarl of rage and shock.
"You can't be serious… Why the bloody hell are you here, Luke?!" Scorpio roared, his voice cracking with fury.
Luke stepped forward, his expression calm, almost serene, as if he had expected this moment for a long time. Scorpio's men instinctively backed up, their guns now shaking more noticeably as they aimed between Joy and the approaching figure.
Luke stopped a few feet away from Joy, his gaze locked onto Scorpio. A small, almost nostalgic smile played on his lips.
"I'm so happy to see you again, brother," Luke said, his voice soft but carrying an edge of steel. "It's been so long… Ten years, isn't it? Ten years since you disappeared after killing our entire family."
Joy glanced at Luke, her expression softening for just a moment. "Hey, Luke. It's been a while," she said, returning his smile.
Luke nodded. "It has. Good to see you, Joy."
Scorpio's chest heaved with barely contained fury. "How?! Why is all of this happening?! Everything was planned—carefully, perfectly! My rise to power, my dominance, my recognition! I orchestrated it all! And now… now you two want to end it here?!"
Joy's grip on her gun tightened. "I don't care about your desires, Scorpio. But you crossed the line when you killed Barry… and when you destroyed Peter." Her voice wavered slightly at the mention of Peter, but her aim never faltered.
Luke's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. "And you crossed the line when you framed the organization… when you slaughtered not just our parents, but our entire family. Everyone. Everyone who trusted you."
"Fool," Scorpio spat. "Those people… they don't deserve to be called our parents. Father was a monster. Every day, he beat Mother. And when he wasn't satisfied with hurting her, he turned on us. He broke her—not just her body, but her spirit. And he broke us too. That's why we joined the Organization. We hated our weakness, our powerlessness. We couldn't protect her… we couldn't even protect ourselves."
Scorpio's voice was cold, filled with years of anger and pain. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at his younger brother, Luke.
He clenched his fist, his fingers trembling with rage as he pointed at Luke. "Don't you remember that, brother?"
Luke's face was hard, his jaw tight. The memories flashed in his mind—the screams, the blood, the helplessness. But something else burned inside him now. Not just pain, but betrayal.
"I remember everything, brother," Luke said, his voice low and dangerous. "But why didn't you spare Mother? Why did you kill her too? And why wipe out the entire family? They were innocent!"
Scorpio's lips curled into a bitter smile. "You never knew, did you? Then let me tell you, as your senior brother. Mother still loved Father. After everything he did to us—to her—she still believed he would change. She refused to see the truth. That was weakness. And weakness gets people killed."
His voice grew darker, his eyes hollow. "So I killed her. I killed Father. And then I killed the rest of our family—every single one of them. Do you know why? Because they did nothing. When we cried for help, when we begged them to save us, they turned away. They deserved what they got."
Luke's hands shook, but not from fear. From fury. "I've heard enough," he growled. "Now, Scorpio, you have two choices. Surrender peacefully. Tell your men to drop their weapons, and we'll take you in. Or… fight us and die." His voice turned deadly, his stance unyielding.
Scorpio laughed—a dark, mocking sound. "Oh, really? Well, little brother, I'm ready to die. But you should know this: I will never surrender. Not to you. Not to the Organization. So bring it on, Luke. Let's see if you've grown stronger."
A smirk twisted Scorpio's lips as he spread his arms wide, daring Luke to attack.
Luke didn't hesitate. "With pleasure," he said, his voice icy. Slowly, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing scars from battles long past. Then he turned to Joy, the fierce warrior beside him, and gently pushed her gun down.
"Put your gun away, Joy," Luke ordered. "I'm going to fight him with my own hands. I'm going to kill him myself."
Joy's eyes widened. "Luke, you know he's the strongest in the Organization. Even injured, there's only a ten percent chance you'll win. That's why they call him 'Number One.'"
Luke didn't flinch. "That was ten years ago. I've gotten stronger. Now stand aside… and watch."
Joy clenched her teeth, frustration boiling inside her. "Fuck," she thought. "We could have just opened fire. Ended this in one blow." But she knew Luke wouldn't back down.
Meanwhile, Scorpio turned to his men—a small but elite group, handpicked and trained by him. "Go," he commanded. "Destroy them. You may be few, but you are my best. Show them no mercy."
"Sir!" they shouted in unison. Guns cocked. Swords unsheathed. Fists clenched. The battle was about to begin.
"Kill them all," Scorpio ordered. "But leave my brother… to me."
With a roar, his men charged forward, crashing into the Organization's forces. Bullets flew. Steel clashed. Screams filled the air.
And in the middle of the chaos, the two brothers faced each other—one fueled by vengeance, the other by justice.
Many kilometers away…
A lone figure stood atop a three storey building gazing into the distance. The wind whipped through their hair as they whispered,
"Finally… I've found your location. My love… I'm coming."
To be continued…