Cartel Experience-Chapter 67: Heads.
"Should we go to them?" Hugo asked as he and César walked through the city, just looking around like nothing was really happening, like they were just there for a quick night walk for fresh air and nothing more.
"Good question." César said as he glanced at him. "Thinking about that house, it is a bit reckless to actually clean it." He said it and even surprised himself and Hugo that those words came out of his mouth, words Hugo had never really heard from him.
For him, it was something like an anomaly itself, because he knew the César who never gave a fuck about anything. He went in and jumped straight into action. Hugo was usually the person who told César to slow down many times because things would get chaotic, and now hearing the word reckless from him was something else, almost like he was dreaming.
And of course he felt that way, because César’s behavior was completely different now, and the System had fucked things up a little. Basically, Hugo and everyone else who had been summoned carried memories of César from their past lives, but they couldn’t grasp that they had lived those past lives with him, and that this life was different. Their memories were merged together, synced across everyone, creating a shared understanding of who César was, but that understanding was very different from how he was acting now. And it was all because of the current setting in Sandria, where everything moved slowly, with no chaos, nothing like what they remembered.
They know the César that the System talked about, El Diablo, the one who kills everybody who is in his way, the one who knows when to act and how much pressure to put on others, a person who is gruesome and terrifying, somebody who is death itself.
"I never thought I would hear that word from you." Hugo said, still thinking about it.
"Oh, I am not talking about that it was a bad move or anything, just that they are in the hood where the whole gang is from." He looked at Hugo. "I am not worried about Matteo or Arlo, but worried about what they would do if they got jumped by dozens of gang members, because if they kill all of them then shit, another problem rises, we would be too noticeable."
Yeah, the main thing was that César was not worried that Arlo or Matteo would die, but on the contrary he was kind of worried that they would massacre the whole fucking neighborhood, because once they snap they are fucking unstoppable. Even Matteo turns into something else, a wild bull who shoots like he has aimlock and wallhack, and on the other hand Arlo is a different story, especially when he gets his hands on a weapon, as he was the dude who once shot an RPG at a police car just because they looked at him too long.
That is what the Sierra family is, and that is why the family was nicknamed in many lives the "Harbinger of Chaos" because the family was never just about one man.
It was never only César, never only the name El Diablo that people whispered in fear.
It was all of them together.
César was the core, yes. He was the one who decided when to move, when to strike, but a core is nothing without the body around it and the family was exactly that and that’s why he summoned three of them, the three pillars.
Together, they were complete and even coming from different lives they always earned the same nickname.
Not because they were that much of a fucking senseless murderer but because when someone tried them, or fucked with them, what happened next was a response where blood was fucking and the streets.
"I mean, we were always the ones who were noticed." Hugo laughed. "How many people we killed, government agents, officers, cartel, mafia... we slaughtered so many that I stopped counting it." He glanced at César with a smile. "I love the feeling of killing those who are against us, against our way, our path, our empire, and what I love the most, they think they are the heroes." He shook his head. "Everyone is fucking corrupt in this world, even this fucking gang was led by the Chief, but we are always the evil, when we didn’t even start it, but them. People think we’re monsters. Maybe we are, but monsters survive, monsters get what they want, monsters build empires while heroes... heroes die thinking they’re righteous." He tapped the side of his head. "It’s all in the mind. You break them here, here," he pointed between his eyes, "and their body follows. Their so-called morals, their so-called codes... nothing matters when we’re done with them. Killing those who are against us is the best feeling because they think they were right, but when you look deep into their eyes before pulling the trigger and see the fear... man, the fear is the best part."
Silence fell as Hugo said it, and like a fucking man, César just looked up at the starry night, then back to Hugo.
"We are the Sierra family after all."
Was he always like this... what was this, a villain monologue?
[System: He was always like this, saying wise words, but he rapidly lost himself to the darkness and the experiences. That’s why you don’t remember him being like this.]
"Yeah, we are the Sierra family, and I think Arlo already inducted himself."
"Oh, for sure." Hugo said as he giggled, and they were right about it, though there were some complications with it or at least on Matteo’s side.
They decided to go by two different approaches. While Matteo was testing the Éden in the basement, checking if all the bricks were pure ones and looking around for any sign that it might be from a different cartel that the gang was affiliated with, Arlo... well, he was preparing and Matteo felt like he knew something weird was happening.
While he was in the basement, he heard a noise like someone struggling with something. He even heard Arlo sighing and cursing, but he had no idea what he was doing and didn’t really care. He was focused on the drugs, calculating in his head how much they could sell all of it for to make a good profit. But when he went up and saw what he saw, he froze down, for the first time.
Arlo was doing what the System wanted César to do. Beheading people or more correctly he was beheading the dead bodies
Yeah, with the saw and the axe, he was fucking chopping and sawing down their heads. Matteo may have gone up at the wrong time, because as Arlo swung the axe, he could hear the neck bones breaking and blood spilling everywhere.
It wasn’t even the blood that made Matteo freeze, but what made him freeze was the smile on Arlo’s face as he did it. He was enjoying every hit with the axe like some fucking serial killer.
"What the fuck are you doing...?" Matteo asked, though it was obvious what he was doing fucking beheading them.
"Oh, Matteo." Arlo spoke as he stood up, blood dripping all over him, but the smile remained on his face. "I’m just beheading them for some greater purpose." He glanced at the head he had just cut down, then back at Matteo. "You know, their bodies are weapons themselves... fear and terror."
Nothing. Matteo didn’t say a single word about anything, because, well, he really couldn’t.
The feeling refused to leave him that this whole shit, that he was the only witness, would fuck him up or maybe it already had. That twist in his stomach was getting worse and worse as he looked around. There were three bodies lined up on the floor while the others were piled on each other in the corner like a fucking butcher shop.
"Uhm... but what are you going to do with the heads?" Matteo asked, because he needed to know... he needed to know the purpose behind it.
"Maybe put it around the neighborhood." Arlo said. "Like a warning. If we think about it, we are at the core of the gang members. This is their territory. So let’s mark it, like dogs do, just... with heads."
"I thought you were—" He felt it, the vomit in his throat, but he swallowed it back down."W-What about the man who is alive?"
"Oh, he’s there." Arlo pointed with the axe to the side, and as Matteo looked there, he knew he would witness even more fucked-up and yeah the one gang member who was still alive was chained to the table top, like some operating room. "I’m just waiting for him to wake up."
Well, not a single word came from Matteo, because he already knew. And moreover, he could imagine what the fuck Arlo would do to him to talk, to spill out every secret, every thing about the gang, but he also knew he wasn’t going to be able to watch it.
"Are you good? You look a little pale, my friend." Arlo asked and he was genuine about it, like he was actually worried, even while he was covered.
"Yeah... I’ll be in the basement. Just call me if... you’re done."
"Okay, but don’t let this get into your head." He pointed around. "Because once it does, you’re over, my friend." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
"What about you?" Matteo asked, but he wasn’t looking around, just staring into Arlo’s eyes, forcing the vomit to vomit down.
"Oh, me?" Arlo smiled. "It got into my head when I chopped off my father’s head, when I was sixteen." He giggled. "So there’s nothing that can fuck me up."
