WHEN: 13th February
WHERE: Outside The Warehouse
Omer had not technically promised Rafael that he was going to leave in one of the taxis right away therefore staying behind was not disobeying orders from the Seraphim. Although, the smarter decision would have been to get into a taxi and get out of here with the current state he was in. He was about to leave, he had gone out to the taxis, pulled open the door but there was something which stopped him from getting in the car and driving away. Maybe they would need his help, that would be his defence.
Stumbling as he walked back towards the factory, Omer froze still as he saw the face that had haunted his nightmares dart past him. His brows furrowing, suddenly he did not feel as intoxicated as he had a second again, everything in his body seemed to restart, and the monster seeking revenge took over his body. With a brisk movement, Omer launched towards the woman who had his back to him, grabbing her by her raven hair and yanking her head back. It was a dirty tactic attacking someone from behind, but Alicia had killed his wife, he would fight dirty. “Alicia fucking Rowe,” he grunted through his teeth as he dragged her body back a few steps before slamming her against the brick wall.
His free hand clasped around her throat, eyeing her carefully for a moment as he towered over her, his lips merely curved into an amused smirk as he watched the woman try to gasp for air, his fingers tightening against her skin. This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for, for two years. He was finally going to end Alicia Rowe.
“How does it feel knowing that within a few seconds you will die?” his eye twitched as he spoke, adrenaline rushing through his body at the prospect that he would put an end to her beating her heart. Starring at her, Omer wanted to watch the light leave her eyes, he wanted to see the blood drain out of her face, he wanted to feel her warm skin turn ice cold. “You know what your biggest mistake was that night? Letting me live. You should have killed me that night!” he spat out, a somewhat manic laugh escaping him as his anger fuelled with pain caused his eyes to pool up. “Why the fuck did you not kill me? Why her? Why her...” his voice trailed, the alcohol mixed with whatever was slipped into his drink was making him dizzier and his thoughts got clouded.
Omer grew up knowing that death could always be at his doorstep, accepting death was part of his childhood. For some children, it was something that would be hushed and hidden from, but for Omer, it was a topic that would be discussed openly at the dinner table. His father had told the same story to him ever since he could remember. “Öldüğümde sen ailenin erkeği olacaksın, ailemize bakacaksın, bu bizim hayatımız Omer.” When I die you will be the man of the family, you will take care of our family, this is our life, Omer. He had witnessed many funerals and how everyone seemed to move on with their life after. It was a strange concept, being able to survive without a loved one and pretend that you were still living. But you did not have any other choice, life did not wait and ask you if you want to move on, you got dragged along with time and one day you’re thinking how is time going to pass and the next day two years have gone by.
“She meant nothing to you, did she? Just an innocent person you killed for your fucking gang without a second thought.” he hissed, the hand that was not against her throat reaching to his jacket to pull out his pocket knife. There was not a single day in the last two years where Jackie did not cross his mind, nor was there a single day in the last two years where he had not thought of this moment. He was counting down the days for this moment. He would kill Alicia Rowe and he would be free. “Now you’re going to fucking die.” his voice took on a menacing tone as the sharp blade of his pocket knife pressed against her throat.