Max Helden Reflection! (Max Helden Dark Justice!)

Cabaan laughed, “Gold, you fool! Colombian gold! And there are a hundred more drug dealers just like you so either trade or walk. What are you going to do?” But before white shoes could answer, the man in black tossed Pedro’s gold chains into the fire. While curiosity tricked the three to watch the unexplained begin a quick melt, powerful arms slammed the sharp shovel into the skulls of both buyers; knocking them forward…one to fall onto the dancing flames, the other to land across the big lap of Cabaan…causing his weak chair to collapse from the additional weight and throwing both men violently to the ground. A panicked black shoes shrieked as he rolled from the fire, his thin linen shirt having exploded into an inferno encircling his torso; his slapping hands and pain filled face burnt black by hot coals refusing to let go. With vengeance, not mercy, the shovel struck again; this time as a death spear to split the smoldering hyper-extended neck; to sever vertebrae hiding deep within. Two black gloves heaved the ax high before slamming one razor thin edge into white shoes rising head; the impact opening the skull to push reddened grey ooze to rise around the solidly embedded blade. There quickly followed a black clothed knee to fall upon Cabaan’s heaving chest to exhaust all breath as a sharp blade thrust through soft larynx and thin palette to a waiting medulla oblongata, where an abrupt twist immediately returned silence to the darkness; except for the gurgles of the nearby river and a few random sparks jumping from the excited fire. The man in black stood to survey the damage. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as he stooped to wipe the red from his dagger across Cabaan’s white shirt. He sheathed his blade then stepped to the ice chest, selected a cold one from the bottom, popped the top then turned back toward those who breathed no more. He raised his beer to salute the thick black smoke climbing above the dark trees. “El diablo te espera!”