"Ever heard of a coup?" smiled the handsome man talking to Anna.
"A 'coup'?" asked Anna.
"Think about it. He treated you like shit. Abandoned his post. Acted like a complete coward and left you with pure unadulterated depression."
Anna smiles. "Fine. Go on. Kill him. Why not? Take the throne all you want. Careful what you wish for, though, Benny."
Benny smiles, scoffing and walks away.
Benny smiles and walks to the exact location where Miguel is. He draws his gun and silencer, pointing it at the back of Miguel's head only for wind to pass by him, revealing he had been decapitated.
The man's body falls to the ground, dead.
Miguel sighs and sips some milk.
Anna smiles, walking in and kisses him.
"God... Seventh this week, huh?" asked Miguel.
"Assassination attempts are done usually when the leader is at their weakest. So, there's more to come," sighed Anna, as she raises her glass in front of Miguel, drinking wine instead.
The wind turns into Gerard, who spins his blade and bows before MIguel. "My Lord."
Miguel sighs. "Shit... I got a meeting with Beatle later..."
Anna kisses him. "Good luck, love."
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Meanwhile...
Miguel sighs as Beatle slams the paper stack before him.
Beatle facepalms and rubs his mask. "What the hell, Miguel? What are we going to do with what you did?"
"He killed innocents."
"And the public views it as some sort of petty squabble that ended in a disaster. They directly blame you since they think your existence underscores the fact that those people died at Tyrone's hand. They take you for a person who swayed him into killing all those people through your petty squabble. They think you manipulated the public. Manipulated everyone."
"I was doing the right thing."
"For fuck's sake, kid. So do I. But the public always asks, 'What the hell's in it for you?' What the hell IS IN IT for you?"
"Nothing."
"Yes. Exactly. I believe you. But the public won't be too kind with genuine kindness."
"That's because the public thinks there's always something in it for us. That isn't FAIR!!!"
"Does it look like I don't fuckin' know that, kid?"
"No."
"Then why snap his neck and push him off? Hm? You had him. You HAD him. There wasn't any need for killing him. I see it in you. The animal in you. And you think you can justify attempted murder with that kindness act of yours!?"
"It's not an act."
"Exactly. I was quoting the public, kid. I was quoting the fact that they don't give a fucking shit about kindness or generosity or basic human dignity. Because humanity lost itself. So, what statement are we gonna say? That you did it because you care too much?"
"I did what I had to."
"Don't give me that. You did it because he fucked your wife. You did it because he tormented you your whole life. There was no point in-..."
"HE LAUGHED!!!" Miguel roared. "HE KILLED THEM ALL AND HE LAUGHED!!!"
Beatle closes his eyes.
"He was treating it like some kind of game. I saw that he was the animal! NOT ME!!! I wanted that animal dead before it takes the life of another. Before he turned me INTO AN ANIMAL!!! I killed him. It was the best decision I could make!"
"You knew he'd be back, huh?"
"He'll be back. Sure. I've had my frustrations with him, but when he confronted me I wanted to hold back. I held back. But then he started killing.... The worst part is, I couldn't stop him."
"I'm sorry, kid..." sighed Beatle. "We'll just let this die down. Lay low, kid. Lay low..."
Miguel stands up and wipes his tears, walking away.
Beatle speaks up. "Hey."
Miguel turns to him.
"You're a good kid, Miguel."
Miguel sighs and shakes his head, walking away, wiping more of his tears.