My life has always been a ride for the finish line. I have watched men bleed until their very souls have twisted and turned, leaving their bodies.
I have seen death in numbers of a thousand. I’ve faced off with killers who fight for things they know not of.
I have murdered fathers, taken meaningless lives for a country that will never surrender, that will always want more. I have experienced life and love and all those fucking in-betweens’.
I have watched my father die as he took his last breath with so much hate that I wished him to suffer.
Life has always been a fucking ride to the finish line but with my brothers at the back and the throttle of the bike, I have soared breathing in another day.
There is death where I go now. It waits for me, screaming its penance on my sins. I’m choking with the vibration of the engine between my legs.
We ride, as one.
My Kanla brothers having my back. I never thought my life will be this way. I never thought I’ll settle for one place. But one we are.
We ride for our souls, we ride for our right, but mostly tonight we ride for our freedom. And we don’t fucking stop!
We never slow, this is what we are, this is who we have become chaining ourselves to each other and we do it as one.
People always ask us why do we call ourselves The Satan Snipers.
Today as we unite as one, we conquer, because when we are together it is our enemies we will taint. It is our enemies who will perish.
Tonight, on this day we will spill the blood of the ones who have sinned. We will pass no judgment but the one of a Satan’s death. We will be merciless as we punish. We are The Satan Snipers and tonight we will reap vengeance on those who wronged us.
We stop just outside the old broken down warehouse. I line my bike slowing its speed.
It’s a clear view of the piece of shit dump. Killer takes his position on my rear as we stop. I pull my helmet off my head and remove my bandana off my face. My knuckles itch for the flesh of my enemy, my heart thumps for the end when we will take our victory.
“It’s too fuckin’ quiet.” Killer hits my shoulder.
“Feels like an ambush. Did you check the fuckin’ ammo? I say we go in hot.”
“Lemme go in first, there’s no need waiting around here.” Spade volunteers as fucking always, never met a man who likes a fight more than the brother.
“Killer you and Texas mark the windows. Spade you and Knight go through the front.” I stare at Knight when I say this so he knows to watch the brother’s back.
I don’t fucking need another brother’s death on my conscious tonight.
I look at the big meaty brother, Bull who is on my left and rub a hand down my scruff,
“You and I will go through the drain, two meters to the left.”
The two women Mercy and After stand in front of me, waiting for my instruction. I can tell by the shake of Mercy’s leg that she’s itching for a fight,
“You and After will go in first, make it quick and quiet. I want ammo set up in the corners of the block. I got a feeling we going to need a shit load of crap.”
“Let’s move,” I say loud and fucking clear.
After and Mercy duck down, running toward the back.
Texas and Killer go towards the windows.
The rest of us make way to the warehouse. It isn’t long before Texas and Killer work out the patrol routine and let Mercy and After know that two of the outfit fuckers patrolling the shit dump have turned their back on the entrance.
Mercy and After crouch down, moving like leopards through the tall grass. Blades ready and thirsty for blood.
I stand guard and watch my people at work. Mercy and After sneak up behind the two fuckers and slit their throats.
I hear the gurgles as their blood flows through their throats like a waterfall. It’s a sight of beauty and I get a sick fucking thrill as one of the men clutches his throat, like that, would save him.
No one can save our enemies, not even Satan himself.
They quickly and effortlessly dispatch of the bodies and take them to the side of the warehouse.
That’s our queue.
Killer and Texas set their riffles up by the windows. Bull and I head on to the drain while Knight and Spade go in with guns blazing and a fever for the death of our enemies.
I climb down into the drains, Bull following closely behind. The place smells like shit but to us, it’s just another fuckin’ day at this fucked-upness we call life.
The sound of guns scream through the air as the souls of our enemies become damned to hell.
My feet hit the water as I run through the tunnels.
I pull my gun from my pants, my feet never failing as I draw closer to my people. I cock the gun making sure my bullet is already in the chamber. I hear Bull doing the same.
We get to the other side in the middle of a gun battle.
I sweep my gaze across the floor. There’s like four fucking outfit fuckers to one brother.
Some would say we outnumbered, others will convince themselves we crazy but as I lift my gun and point it at one of my enemies I would just tell you that shit just got real.
The guy drops as my bullet meets with the flesh of his forehead.
Knight takes out two more, one with a switchblade through his eye and the other with three bullet holes to his stomach.
After is on the floor with a guy’s head between her legs as she squeezes his last breath out of him. Mercy is still standing by the door trigger happy.
I put two more bullets in the guy on my left just for fun as I hear the sound of incoming cars. I don’t worry much about it because the Ghost always gets its target.
I go on my search for the person that started it all. For the woman who I was yet to meet.
I go for Beggar.