Bismarck
Gasping, he screamed out.
"Bismarck; why did you do it!?"
Lucid droplets reflected by the neon lights of this unsleeping city splashed against my coat, eager to mirror a scene from a dark alley hidden by the city's growth.
"I will only ask you this question one last time Bismarck, explain yourself." Tirpitz asked begrudgingly.
The person in question; clad in a jet-black trench coat looked back with not much motivation and revealed a grin , showing a fraction of his internal turmoil amidst this misty rain.
"You are right, no you were always right Tirpitz." Bismarck said, but soon after that momentary smile he grimaced.
"But a person who sees the world in those spectacled views of yours will never understand my motive." The tone of his voice was ominous.
He turned, his coat fluttering and revealing a repulsive face that was intermixed with a look of disgust, pity but most of all anger; a look Tirpitz has never seen from this person of interest.
Seeing Bismarck like this dreaded Tirpitz, an inner intuition born with either fear or courage induced Tirpitz to lash out.
"Why did it have to be this way? We could've talked this out! You and me just like the old times we cou--."
He stopped, seeing Bismarck grind his teeth. A tell-tale sign of what is to come.
"I.. Am.. not who you think you are." His coat moved revealing an obscured object.
The rain, though cold and lifeless muffled the conversation of the two and between the cacophony of droplets came in a silent piercing sound, it's meaning only known after it's intention understood.
A muffled puff was heard soon after and Tirpitz felt a slight nudge to his chest followed by an intense pang of pain in the chest, he gripped it and felt damp. A glimpse of red in his gloves. Heart beating fast in anticipation.
Slowly, he lost consciousness and fell down. He fell down headfirst unto the dark alley gripping his wound, blood running down the drain as rainwater wash it away, a dark shadow looming close by.
It was Bismarck himself, he pulled Tirpitz up and set his back towards the wall with strange kindness. His consciousness was fading, the bright lights of the city seemed to be the only assurance that Tirpitz is still alive.
"Justice/Revenge are like two sides of the same coin, the only difference with it is who enforces the punishment." Bismarck said, whilst removing the gloves that he used to hold Tirpitz.
"And that is what differs us both, you and me." He stood up, with his face obscured by shadow started to face the other direction.
"I would rather have the satisfaction of revenge than have someone else deal with this justice of mine, Tirpitz" he spoke.
"This feeling cannot be satiated but only by my hands-This is how it should be, THIS IS UNMASKED JUSTICE THAT THE WORLD STOLE--SWEET REVENGE!" he declared, while lightning struck in the background the momentary light it gave off revealed a face of madness worn by Bismarck.
After calming down for what may be eternity for Tirpitz, Bismarck seemed to remember something before planning to go.
"Worry not, you will survive but I cannot promise next time." then walked off.
As Tirpitz slowly fell to the last vestiges of his consciousness, he reached out for Bismarck's figure drifting off slowly into nothingness.
Grasping air, his hands slowly turn into a fist.
"I.. will.. find.. you again, this I promise!" he screeched what remained of his consciousness and passed out.
Bismarck stopped for a moment, and said
"That I expect from you, my twin brother" grinned then continued on.