Bandoleros

Chapter 1

“Chk Chk, Boom!”
The sound was crisp and sharp. An old lady had been shot in the chest. People were running frantically and were panicking. A security guard came running to her aid. He was kneeling in a pool of blood. He felt her pulse and then talked hurriedly into his walkie-talkie on his shoulder.
“How could a person do this, shooting an innocent old lady like this,” said a man who was walking while other people were running.
The man was suspiciously too calm and half of his face was scarred as if he had been burnt. The ambulance sirens grew louder and louder until it had covered the raucous screams of the innocent citizens.

Henry and the gang were playing pool at the Bandoleros clubhouse when he received the call which made his heart sink.
“Hello?” said Henry.
“Yes hello, this is the police and we have some terrible news for you,” said the policeman.
“Yes, what is it?” asked Henry.
“Your mother, Justine, has just been shot.” Henry was shaking with fear and was starting to sob.
“Where is she?” said Henry in a sort of trembling voice.
“We are at the train terminal on 26th street.”
Henry instantly hung up and ran outside with mixed emotions. He jumped into his sports car and was off in a flash. He drove as fast as he could, dodging the cars in front of him and ignoring the traffic lights. He then parked his car on the side of the road and hopped out running down the stairs leading to the terminal. He ran straight to the place where people began to crowd. Henry pushed people out of his way and there he saw, his dying mother lying on the floor.

“Ma!” shouted Henry.
He ran past the policeman keeping people away and knelt down by his mother’s side.
“Ma, Ma, look at me Ma,” said Henry.
Henry’s mother looked dazed and confused.
“Henry, is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me Ma,” said Henry.
“Henry my son, your father, Ramos, told me to give this to you just before he died.” She then opened her hand and inside was a necklace with a cross.
“This was your father’s, keep it safe,” said Justine.
She put the necklace into Henry’s hand and closed it. Justine’s eyes were fluttering.
“Ma, wake up, wake up Ma!” Henry said shaking her.
Justine then said,
“Viven de largo los Bandoleros,” and then her eyes closed and her grip on Henry loosened.
Henry let go of her and looked at the necklace. He tightened his grip on the necklace and walked away.

Henry arrived back at the clubhouse and the rest of the gang wandered where he ran off to.
“Where did you go Senor?” asked Miguel.
“My mother was shot dead.”
“By who Henry?” asked David.
“We’re going to find out and when we do, he’d wish he had never been born,” said Henry angrily.
Miguel and David were partners in the killing of Rafael Jose, the killer of David’s younger brother Iker. They have evaded arrest ever since.
“It must have been that Asesino, Diego, who you fought off from stealing your drugs the other day,” said Fernando.
“The one you pointed your gun at,” added Francesc.
Henry then remembered pointing the gun at Diego when he said,
“You better watch your back, one day something bad will happen to you or the ones you love.”
Henry remembered his scarred face looking at him and then running away. Henry then said to himself,
“Diego, you’re dead.”

The Bandoleros waited around the street where the Asesinos clubhouse was. Henry was disguised with a hat and glasses. After a while, Henry spotted Diego and the Bandoleros secretly follow him into an alleyway, close to the place where they had the drug dispute. They crept up slowly and knock him out. They dragged him into the boot of the car and drove back to the Bandoleros clubhouse. Fernando tied him up to the chair with heavy chains. Everybody left the room and the only people inside was Diego and Henry bearing a gun.

As Diego regained consciousness, Henry punched him in the face three times.
“Why did you kill my mother?” asked Henry.
Diego then spat blood onto Henry’s face. Henry wiped it away and gave Diego another three strong punches.
“Why did you do it?” Henry asked again.
He still didn’t answer.
“Who gave you the order?” Henry punched him again.
“I want a name, I want his name!”
As Henry was about to punch him again, Diego’s phone rang. Henry pulled out his phone carefully and it said that Sergio was calling. Henry vaguely remembered that Sergio is the name of the man who killed his father. Henry answered the call.
“Is Ramos’ wife dead already?”
Henry drops the phone and points the gun at Diego. He clutched at his father’s necklace and pulled the trigger. Henry had previously learned that Sergio was the gang lord of the Asesinos.
“Who was it Senor?” asked Miguel rushing through the door.
“It was Sergio,” said Henry.
Henry then thought to himself how they are going to get in and assassinate Sergio just as he did to Henry’s father and now, mother. Only God knew.