Rivalry

Topic : Rivalry

I had succeeded. However, why do I have the mixed feelings of happiness, but weirdly, at the same time, a tingling sadness in my aching heart? I was widely known throughout the whole continent, having my name being whispered in almost everyone's gossiping conversations, and I enjoyed the attention I was getting despite it being a positive or negative thing. Many avoided my path in fear, while some fearless women tried throwing themselves at me in hope of gaining fame overnight. However, why do I feel the loneliness overwhelming me despite all the attention I had always yearned for?

My father was once part of a gang. To put it more bluntly, he was once the leader of the most infamous gang in Europe, ' The Dragons '. Some who were ignorant may think that this name was a name for a renowned basketball team, but this name was thought up by my father as dragon symbolises the king of the world. It all started as a petty small group of gangsters pick-pocketing and robbing, but it soon accelerated to smuggling drugs and loaning money illegally. The gang burst to stardom when they ended the life of Parker Thoms, whom was in charge of the gang ' The Eagles ' , which was terrorizing the area of Europe at that time. Many from The Eagles flocked to The Dragons, seeking my father in fear but determination to join the gang. My father agreed to allow any of those who could go through the torture to join the gang, and that was to survive and tolerate the beatings of his two beloved sons, me and Rico.

As my fist connected to the bridge of his nose, I made a gagging sound as I heard a loud astonishing crack which was accompanied by the blood that could not stop flowing out of his flattened nose. As the second guy tried to ambush me from behind, I stretched out my long muscular legs backwards and forcefully gave the guy a kick in his guts. As he knelt down on the floor wheezing due to the cutting off of his air supply for a moment, I smirked at him. That was what he deserved for trying to deal with this the coward way. As for those who survived the constant vicious bashing of me and my brother, they were made to have a dragon tattoo on their right forearm as a sign that they, at all costs, belonged to The Dragons, and if they tried to betray the gang, they may suffer a life worse then death. What my father did not know was that, me and Rico was having a rivalry on who could kill more guys. Thinking back, I felt like a beast, treating other people's lives as part of our little childish rivalry.

Summoning us to the secret base of the gang, my father handed both of us a gun. ' Roman, Rico, I hand you two these guns as I intend to let the tradition continue. You two have to kill me when you are ready for it, and the one who kills me, get to take over The Dragons. ' Both of our jaws were practically grazing the ground upon hearing the sentence my father had bestowed upon us. I had made up my mind there and then. I could not lose to Rico.

As I took off the safety trigger of my revolver, I did not even hesitate to pull the trigger. As I slowly witnessed my father's life fading away, with his lifeless but soft gaze staring back at me, I knew that I had made the wrong decision. I chose power over kinship. Due to my childish and immature thinking, I had chosen not losing to Rico over my Father. Regretting my rash actions, I ran towards my father and pressed against his bullet wound, trying my hardest to minimise the blood flowing out of his wound. As my father slowly gripped onto my arm, he forced out a determined and proud smile, and whispered to me ' I am proud of you my son. '

I was branded as the cold stone-hearted son in everyone eyes. Even though I obtained power through it, with Rico at my beck and call due to him being under me after losing the little rivalry, all I felt was regret, guilt, and loneliness. This caused me to be shunned and avoided by many people. As a drop of tear trickled down the contour of my broad cheek and well-defined jaw, I let out a devastating cry as I punched my fist into the brick wall. Gripping onto my most likely broken fist, all thoughts of pain disappeared as the slow death of my father came flashing past my mind vividly. It was due to my own pride that I could not stand to lose the rivalry between me and Rico. I was beyond broken.

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Alright typing another essay today because my cheryl gave me a topic to type about instead of me making up my own topic. Sorry the essay ended so abruptly i thought that it was getting to long. Leave some comments on how i can further imrprove on my essay if you can thanks and bye.