Transfer of Power

Mark and Jared looked down at the quivering, bloodied man on the floor with a look of disdain. This man once had power but now was nothing more than another slimy politician. The fancy suit and the fancy words which he would use to spin people along on one of his schemes fizzled away. He could not talk his way out of this one, he was left pleading and begging for mercy, on his knees and with his bound wrists he clasped his hands before him as if in a prayer.

"Please don't!" He begged.

Mark spat in his face, the ultimate insult, he turned to his brother and nodded, no words were required, they were on the same page, they had been throughout their lives.

Jared brought the sledgehammer down hard on the politicians skull, in one crushing blow, fracturing the protective casing around the brain. Job done.

The brothers turned to exit the room, as the blood seeped from the hole in the man's cranium and stained the soft carpeted floor. They left the door wide open, for the world to see what they had done.