"Itrapped...?"

past and present

A couple of hours ago, Itrapped told chance that he wanted to tell him something, something important to him and wanted it to be private.
He smirked once chance, believing him. Before he started this whole task, he set for himself to get the money he always wanted. He studied chance from afar. Noticing that he was a harder victim to fool, but for some reason, he fell right into the trap he planned.

Chance followed itrapped into an alleyway right outside his casino. He felt that dreading feeling in his heart that something was going to happen, something bad. But he didn't want to doubt his one true friend.
While walking, Chance started to flip his coin, trying to get heads, to feel like he was winning one of the harder slot machines or poker inside the casino. Chance didn't notice when itrapped stopped while he continued to walk down the alley till he looked around and slid the coin into his pocket.
"Itrapped?" Chance spoke before turning around and his mood lightening again
"Bud, why did you stop? Oooh, did you want me further down here to so what you can say can be more private? I see, i see"

Itrapped frowned at the stupidity of the man before him, while wondering how he managed to fool a guy like him. A one who had authority, the one who could kill him at any second, the one who had more connections.
"You're an idiot chance."
Itrapped said with more coldness in his voice than he ever spoke, catching chance off guard. He then took that chance and gripped onto the sword under his jacket, and stabbing chance close to his heart

The sound of flesh being ripped open was heared in the alley. Something itrapped was used, too. He muttered in frustration since he missed their heart by and inch, but smirked again that this was enough to let him bleed to death
"I was wondering how someone like you can fall for a trap. How much of an idiot can you be?"

Itrapped mocked him before sliding the sword out of his chest and watching blood pour out of the open wound, seeing how pathetic they were in this very state.
Chance touched the wound and saw the blood on his hand before stumbling backward. Still shocked about how everything exulated so fast... Chances mind was panicking, what about spade? What about his casino? What about his mom...

After a bit of standing there, possibly for 30 minutes as chance was 25 minutes away from death, Itrapped turned away and began to walk away the weight of his actions invisible to him before he heared that frail voice behind him "I...Itrapped.. stay... please, " Itrapped groaned as he turned back around and sat beside chance, with a cold look on his face. A face that looks like he didn't regret anything.

"I always knew you were after my money... what I built, but I have you the benefit of the doubt..." Chance spoke, noticing how itrapps eyes widened, making chance chuckle still trying to be his cocky self
"You were my only friend in this world. You know, that act was believable, if I was actually an idiot" Chance said, nudging itrapped in a teasing way,"but I want you to make one last promise with me... before I die... I want you to give my... to a good family, or take care of him/her...don't harm my baby, or I might haunt you myself–" Chance chuckled "but... also take care of my casino, don't let it... you know... die like me?... but make sure to update the place every 5 months... to keep it alive and a hit in the city..."
Itrapped was oddly silent. How could chance NOT resent him, after what he did, and in his last moments alive? "Why are you talking to me like this. Chance, don't you hate me?" Itrapped mumbled, disbelief visible in his voice. "How could I hate someone he stayed in my life for this long..."

Chance continued to talk for a bit before he became more weak and didn't know how long he could hold on for.
"Bye, Itrapped... please keep my request and take care of my baby...my spade..."
Chance spoke, grabbing onto itrapps hand and relaxing his body, letting her last breath out, accepting death with open arms. Chance was now lifeless, laying there.

Itrapped stood up, and began to actually walk away, feeling oddly empty, like he just lost a piece of himself in the process
He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't develop feelings for chance the months they were "friends"
But he continued walking, his face now feeling wet, that was because he was subconsciously crying.
But he got all he wished for, money and status..

But at what cost?

(819 WORDSS)

Chat this was a old one... I shall rewrite it though