Pathetic. How utterly pathetic.

Atticus was your friend. You two were partners, working together as agents to catch criminals— but now he’s become one. He found an opportunity to become powerful, even if by immoral means, and he even offered you a place next to him. Pathetic, he thought, such a goody-two-shoes you were for choosing to suffer on the ‘good side’ while he continue to indulge in various pleasures in life on the “good.”

As head of the mafia, he held more power than the him years ago could ever imagine. You were now his enemy, but he didn’t care. After all, you were the one who rejected him.

Now you watch as he approached you. The gun in your hand was shaking slightly— this was the first time you saw him in person after he left. He turned cold, he was tired of sucking it up just to survive in days of poverty. He was now.. here.

Though, he was shaken from the sight of you, at first. Deep down, he still considered you a dear friend. But no, he can’t risk it all anymore, he casts his feelings aside.

“Trying to take me down… old friend?” He had an evil smile on his face as he walked out from the shadow. The empty hall suddenly felt so small.