The Devil Never Forgets
He looked down at his watch then back towards the large building that loomed infront of him.
Noon. On a Friday.
He checked his watch again with a flick of his wrist, his cold steel blue eyes reflecting off the diamond glass. Each small tick of the second hand made him twitch.
“Sam!” A voice called to him and he snapped his wrist back down to his side. A bright smile came to his face as he stood up. A man dressed to the nines in a green suit and hat extended his arm and then gave him a big hug.
“Sam, how long has it been, years right? Looking good.” The man took a seat next to Sam.
Sam removed his own burgundy hat and smoothed back his grey hair then readjusted the hat on his head “It has been quite a long time hasn’t it Mack. Business alright?”
Mack nodded “Oh, business is fantastic, never better”
Sam stared into Macks’ teal eyes. A lie.
“When you telegrammed me I had to double check the name, I thought, there is no way Sam Hilde is trying to get a hold of me. You practically disappeared after, well you know, after that. What’s this all about anyway?”
Sam continued to look, search in Macks face. No sign of remorse, no sign of wrong doing, no sign of empathy. To Mack, Sam was just another road block that had been removed.
“Do you remember when you told me about the Charlette deal? I put my money up, made the deals and well it didn’t go so well for me did it?”
A quick smirk came to Macks mouth, but in a flash it was gone replaced with a frown. There it was, the remembrance of what he did. He leaned back against the bench and loosened his posture. There was the old Mack.
“Of course I remember Sam, it didn’t have to go that way you know. We tried to tell you. Warn you best we could. The Charlette deal was with that shady Bloomhill company. Bad people. You know, you didn’t listen. What can I say?”
Sam saw it. His house on fire, kids screaming while his wife desperately crawled towards them, legs shattered, body barely hangin on. Then gun shots, small legs giving out. His throat bleeding from screaming and begging. His whole life grinding into dusk in a single moment. Family ripped from his hands, his fortune torched and his future cut out from under him. For what? Money and power?
He produced a brief case that was of brown leather, the outside was burnt and the hinges were smoke black. Sam opened the clasps and pulled out a piece of paper. It held the majority owners of the Bloomhill company and its entities underneath.
He handed it to Mack.
Macks eyes flicked form the paper and back to Sam and he shrugged “Interesting forgery. We told you, we had nothing to do with Bloomhill” Sam then produced another paper.
On top it read Leviathan Holdings, Incorporated 1907 and listed the founders. Two years before Bloomhill was made.
Mack stared the page for a long while and said “You know, we probably should have killed you too back then. You had more money, power than us all, you dominated your industry. You just weren’t hungry enough though. You didn’t see the future, but you blocked it with your just reasoning. Proper business. This is a cruel world Sam, I don’t know how you lived and made it the way you did.” Mack laughed and threw the paper onto the street “Well, look how you ended up, guess you didn’t make it huh?”
Mack stood up and buttoned his coat “I thought you would be begging me for something, I wanted to see you on your knees, but I guess I wasted my time. Good bye Sam, I won’t see you again”
Sam stood up and rolled his shoulders back and held out his hand. Mack laughed and shook, but Sam didn’t let go right away. His hand grasped Macks with firm, gently locking force. Sam looked deep straight into Macks eyes.
“I hope your family had fun up in Hartland. One more time Mack. I will see you one more time. Let them all know, I will see them all soon” Sam slid his hand away and stepped back.
Eyes wide and skin turning pale white Mack stared at him. His mouth trying to say something, to form a comeback, but all he could do was turn and sprint running the possibilities through his mind.
Mack did not meet a man today, he met Devil in a mans skin.
And that Devil was Sam Hilde.
I started off with a man waiting, tense, and very punctual. Then as the conversation started it molded into a revenge tale. This man had been wronged by his friends and he was back. The classic (if you call it that) of the family getting killed and they leave the father alive to sit in despair, to learn the lesson. If I get the era right alot of 8-90’s action films were like this. Timecop anyone?
Till next time~