The Reservoir. Part One.

THE RESERVOIR CRIME FAMILY
WRITTEN BY ZACH BREHANY


At night, being in the car with a friend listening to music might seem like a rather enjoyable way to spend the time. This was not so much for Victor, as he looked at the blade in his hand. Like most men, the spirit of the beast that resides in his soul was hungry for blood. But there is always that tension in you right before it is time; usually a globe of ice in your heart as you become heartless for the task at hand. You start to get nervous and your hands shake violently as the demons start to possess you. Victor was a natural born killer, and Ryan Reservoir and Soren Kane had given their orders: revenge must be served.

The time on the car’s clock showed that he still had thirty minutes. He looked over at his partner, Casper Sykes. Before Victor entered The Reservoir, Casper was Soren Kane’s main assassin. Whenever someone betrayed the family, when someone decided to attack either Soren Kane and/or Ryan Reservoir, Casper and the Bearer of Desolation would go out and take care of the job. The Bearer (the much preferred name) was an army made up of about four men lead by Casper Sykes and when you want a job that was done in the most disgusting of ways, you called them. To say they were demons of hell, bastards of eternal damnation, would be an understatement.

Victor came into the picture when he and Soren  first met each other during their freshman year of high school. It took a while, but they soon became thick as thieves. It got to the point that, when someone tried to put a hit out on Kane (and this was before the creation of The Reservoir Crime Family), Victor took control and became something of a personal guardian for Kane. Where one went, the other followed. Simple as that. Now that The Crime Family was created, the fusion of all of Soren’s armies throughout the world, he and everyone else swore loyalty to the man that went and saved their lives.

The silence was growing thicker as the music started to set the tone for what was to come that night. The sky, a cloudless night sky, reminded Victor of the first time he killed someone. It was on a night similar to this, and this was just a test run. There was an organization known as The Czar Crime Family that created a few hits out on Kane. Once this group was disbanded, Soren sent Victor to take care of one of the foot soldiers. When Reservoir went to examine the site of the body, even he was impressed. It was messy, the red blood stained everywhere, the work of a total psychopath. But, to his credit, Victor had a certain charm to his killings.

The car’s cold air was getting to Casper. He looked up with the soulless eyes he had and wanted to inch on out of the car and just take care of this victim. But, he had his strict honor of conduct that resorted him to being patient. Besides, deep down inside his heart, he liked it: This gave him a chance to build up the hype and make the overall execution even more effective in his own mind. He has killed for years, but he always hated the anticipation with love. He hated it because he had to wait if he wanted to see the results. Loved it for the effect it gave on him. To him, it was better than sex (an activity he knew only far too well).

Once it was time, everything was silenced as they left the car. Opening the trunk, they looked at each other as they slipped some items into their boots, coat pockets, and belts as they walked towards the building. While they were walking alone in the street, they were calm on the outside but thinking all the time. This person’s crime was ratting out to the cops about one of the leaders of The Family. This rat, known as Twix, revealed some of the experimental activity that the leaders have engulfed in. They were going to go down the road of narcotics, but after a few gory fights in the streets, a couple of cars being exploded, they decided to put an end to it. But, Twix was paid a hefty sum from the authorities to reveal the information.

The stair cases were deserted as the lights overhead started to flicker as if at any given moment they might just shut off and engulf them in complete darkness. Once they reached their floor level, they saw the door that Twix was caged in. The smell of weed and vodka filled the air. To Victor, it sickened him. To Casper, it delighted him. With the butt of the gun, they bashed on the door a few times, calling him. They waited. Once they had waited long enough, they broke in and started looking for him. What they found was Twix’s body already shot, burnt, and tortured. The end result was a body with no limbs, no eye, and mostly filled bottles of vodka shoved into his eye sockets. His eyes were already taken out.

Along with being beyond disgusted, Victor had to leave the room to vomit into the nearest trash canister. Taking his camera out, Casper took some photos of the body. In his mind, this was a work of art. Not to be able to top The Crucifixion, but still impressive to look at none the less. Casper, he decided, needed to find this other assassin and have an in-depth talk about the creativity in ending one’s life.

Taking out his cell phone, Victor called Kane.

“Yes?” Kane said, his deep, raspy voice cutting through the hearing side. His was a voice that was difficult to understand unless you have had special training or been around him to such an extent that you soon learned to recognize his speech patterns.

“Kane,” Victor said, his British accent shaken. “We just found Twix. Did you or Reservoir send someone here to help him bite the dust?”

“How bad is the body?”

“Casper is in love.”

“That beautiful, eh?”

“Yeah.” There was a silence between the two of them. He could tell by the heavy sigh that Kane was not, at all, expecting this to happen.

“Casper and you need to report back here with the footage he is taking. Get to The Mall and we shall talk about what to do. Vic, are you okay?” Kane was known for having a soft spot for Victor, Casper, and  Reservoir. Being openly bisexual, Kane loved those three men to an enormous amount. They were all aware, but with Victor being bi himself, there was always a kind of tension between the two of them. It was rumored, not all the information present, that there was someone else that Kane had a fixation for. As to who he is, a few guessed, but mostly feared.

“Yeah, I will be fine. I just need a drink once I get there.”

“Coffee good enough?”

“You and coffee: a match made in Hell.” Victor laughed. Hanging up, he turned to Casper. Casper was taking some more photos of the area.

“I got all that I need.” Casper straightened his back and walked on out. Victor followed, closing the door and locking in their the terror.

As they were leaving, a person cloaked from heard to toe in black walked into the locked room quietly.


The Mall was an area of land that was owned by the Kane family. This land housed about ten different families with a rather large house (not quite a mansion) in the dead center. This housed belonged to the leader of The Reservoir, but that man was neither Soren nor Ryan. The real leader was a man that was feared by all who were a part of this crime family.

The Reservoir Crime Family was started when two friends, Soren and Ryan, met up with each other at school and decided to turn their group of friends into something different and unique. What originally started as a group of people that just wanted to be known for being powerful, they built up their great force into a feared gang that dealt with gambling, unions, and politics. But they were young and reckless, copying what they saw in films. That was until the now leader of the family came in and took over.

 Soren Kane was born into a crime family that extended back into both Germany and Africa. Once the British took over South Africa, a crime organization built around slavery was formed. As the years passed, the Kane family started growing out of Slave distribution and turned into a rebel army. In Germany, the McCathy family was built around gambling and doing favors for people. The two families never had anything to do with one another until the new don of the Kane family met the scion of the McCathy family. With both families at each other‘s throats, they went to America as means of creating a new branch. But the marks of both families had marked the new land of freedom and they could not escape their pasts. Once Soren took over, he ended most of the hatred fast: he ordered out the deaths of the people that tried to destroyed his family.

Don’t get him wrong: he is not a cold blooded mass murderer. He met up with each of the heads and had a talk with them. At the time, Maynard was his bodyguard and he accompanied. What was meant to be a pleasant talk resulted in the decapitation of the head of the Czar family. The head was posted in the middle of the town’s main four way as means of warning people to stay clear of The Kane dynasty.

Of course, people wanted to take them down. Then Soren met Ryan Reservoir. His family, also from Germany, was part of a dirty underground mafia that was known for their brutal tactics. Combining the families, they form The Reservoir Crime Family. Equipping their friends to join, they soon took over and started having stations in Japan, the Caribbean, Colorado, Idaho, Connecticut, and in North Carolina with a  minor group in Germany. Once the great war broke out, it was The Reservoir that took over. Their private army, The Juggalos, handled the rest.

Once Ansonia, the town where Bearer came from, came under Reservoir’s radar, Soren met Casper and they hit it off at once. They formed their armies due to the massive amounts of power they held. With enough power to take on a military army, enough contacts to clear their names, The Reservoir Crime Family had everything going for it. With the spreading across America, they were dubbed in the media as the modern day Roman Empire.

However, they were still idiotic and weak. As time wore on, they feel under the radar of another group: The Coppola Family. Being ran by Soren’s Godfather, it was not the most pleasing experience for this Godfather to hear that his godson was continuing the reign of violence that he has. However, it was not easy combining The Coppola Family with The Reservoir Family. That was until a certain trio of friends of Coppola’s went to Soren and was able to convince him. Soren was known for his ‘no’ response to when his family tried to help him. Even more if it was someone that he knew deep down was more powerful than him. But, thinking it over and realizing it was for the best, he decided to go with his Godfather’s family under the condition that The Coppola family be changed to The Reservoir Crime Family. This was due to The Reservoir’s size and that The Coppola Family will be an add on.

For quite a long while, this massive family was in charge. The amount of influence they wielded was envied by most political leaders.

But then, Twix came. A year after the creation of the fusion of both families, Legion was formed out of some former members of The Reservoir. They started to turn their back on the family due to how much things have changed, they did not care for the way things were being ran, and some of which just hated how the main group of the Reservoir was favored out of all the other sub branches. While most of the members have been killed via Bearer or The Juggalos, the head, ran by Fulaytarious Czar (brother of Don Czar who was killed by Maynard) ordered an assassination out on The Reservoir. During this entire fight, Maynard was the only one casualty. Once the Czar empire fell, Fulaytarious sent a spy into The Reservoir to see what one can do to bring them down. Only fault: next to being skilled with a  knife, Victor was one hell of a computer hacker.

Finding Twix guilty, The Reservoir ordered a hit out on him. And then found him dead.

Casper and Victor, once at the main house, went right on in as if they owned the place. Going through the hidden door behind a painting of Soren‘s father, they walked down the stairs until they reached the main office of Kane. The office was a large room filled with nothing but bookshelves, coffee makers, film posters, and something of a beast in terms of computers (a thirty by forty five inch monitor with a hard drive large enough to fit comfortable on a desk when turned on it’s side with no room to spare).

Once Kane saw the two of them arrive, he turned to Reservoir and nudge him in the side.   Reservoir was about six foot one inch in height and weighed around one hundred and thirty pounds. For what he lacked in body ratio, he made up for with his silver tongue and dark form of manipulation.   Reservoir looked at Victor and motioned his hand towards Casper, demanding silently the camera. Once hooked up to the computers, they saw the grotesque images of Twix. At first, Ryan and Soren  jumped, and then Ryan observed the image. Zooming in, he started to take a much more closer look over in great detail all of that which was the result. Some of the blood in face was automatically washed away.

“When I asked you about this,” Soren aimed the statement at Victor. “I was hoping that this would be something along the lines of you over exaggerating the details. But this… is fucking insane.” Reservoir enlarged the image.

“From the way he is set up, you can tell he was alive while this was being done with no pain killers. You can tell via how the muscle around where the arms and legs would have been at are a tad bit tense still. Plus, this was done in a rather short time. Mainly due to how some of the cuts are gagged. Very recent due to how fresh the blood is. The fact that no foot prints from the psychopath that handle this were found by you two and by the photos here proves that this is a man to be both feared and admired.” Reservoir said, his voice had a hint of a German accent, but was coated with a plain flavor. “Casper, you are the one that adores this type of shit. What do you make of this?”

“For the most part,” Casper said, his voice was something of a redneck tone with a dash of Russian mixed in. For some, the voice was unpleasant to listen to. But took some time to get use to it. “I am one horny mother fucker in terms of my love for this. I love how they shoved the bottles in his eyes, the way he was cut up, everything. If anything, I want to meet this bastard, talk to him, and then kill him so I can be the only one with this sort of talent.” Reservoir gave Kane a look of incredulous. From the moment they were first introduced, Reservoir had something of a disdain for Casper. Mainly dealing with his obsession with mass murder and how… inhumane he can get if allowed to be set free.

“Thank you for that lovely image.” Kane said. “What worries me the most about this - Oh, you two have a seat and a cup of coffee - is the idea that someone is sending us a message. Plus, no one outside of the group, being the family heads plus select men, knew about this operation. So we have a rat among us. If we did, and seeing how fast this was handled, the killer was still in the same area while you two were doing your investigation. Why he did not get to you guys yet is a puzzle that I am left wondering.”

“Any idea, at all, who could have sent this person? I mean, none of the other organizations would dare send anyone to get us. Even more due to the little demonstration with Fulaytarious a while back, no one has sent anything or anyone to get us.” Victor said, engulfing in his cup of boiling black coffee.

“Just because none of these organizations have not attacked us does not mean that a new one has not risen. We do have all of those bases around the world, and it is easy to see that they get their orders from here. So, what is to stop them from sending someone to us?” Reservoir said.

“The fact that if anyone tried anything, Bearer and The Juggalos would be here in a heart beat to stop all of this.” Kane responded.

“You are forgetting the fact that they killed Twix.” Casper said. “This is just a warning call. Someone in our group is giving out information to someone and we need to figure out who. If this is just a sample of the hell that one is planning on exploding out onto us, I dread the outcome of all of this.”

There was a silence as the four members started to contemplate over what has happened and what will happen. To the best of their knowledge, nothing like this has happened before. Yes, there have been some attacks, but they were quickly thrown under the rug in a matter of time. But now… no ideas could possibly explain what it was that they really thought. Kane threw back another glass of coffee as he started thinking. As of now, the situation is rotten because they had no idea as to who to trust.

“This is how I see it. Tomorrow I will see Coppola. I will talk to him and see if he can get some of his best men on this. Him knowing the level of this operation, he will want all of this to end as soon as possible. In the mean time, should anyone ask if you did the job, just say yes. If it is the feds, say no. I want this taken care of fast and before we have anything else happen.” Soren said. With a gesture of his hand, he frisked away Casper and Victor.

Looking back at them, Victor could see Kane standing up, walking behind   Reservoir, and draping his arms around  Reservoir.

Ryan Reservoir is as heterosexual as you can get. But, due to his friendship with Kane, he does allow Kane to do things like hug him in this format at times. It is said that Reservoir is something of a closet bisexual, but when you boil it down, who the hell really cares?

Once the door was closed,  Kane released Reservoir and turned back towards the monitors. For the rest of that night, they observed the images and shared their thoughts and ideas. For the most part, they kept coming back to the start: no answers.


Victor and Casper bid each other a pleasant night and went their own ways. Casper’s house, in the inside, was modeled after a recording studio. Before being leader of Bearer, he was trying to make it in entertainment as a musician. Once he was big enough to get away from the record company that had him, they trapped him. He called The Reservoir to help settle everything out. The end result was three dead bodies, ten severed limbs, and a knife pressed against the manager’s throat.

He turned on his laptop and was rewarded with an email from Leah. To put it simply, Leah was everything he wanted in a girl. From her body to her attitude. He skimmed her email with a smile painted on his face as he saw one of the few shines of light in his life.

Victor turned away from Casper and spent the night walking through the dark streets of The Mall. He was thinking about his family. His family history was one of sorrow and abuse. He never really fit in with the way his parents wanted his life to run. If he did, then he would be a totally different person at this point in time. The cold air of the night was a perfect companion to him as he wondered along. He thought of how his family was doing, if they missed him. He wondered if they were still upset that he ran away and forsaken his name. Part of him has been wanting to return to his family, but at the same time, he knew that he never could and he was partly happy with his life.

Once he was in his home, he grabbed a cold soda from the fridge and went into his bedroom. Curled in his bed was his girlfriend Elie. They met before he ran away, and while he wanted her to stay with her family and not get involved in this business, she did so anyway. At times it made him upset because of the potential danger that resided in this. But, what can you say? With some people, the idea of love meant sharing the horror and dangers of being involved in organized crime.

He looked at her, gave her a soft, light kiss on her cheek, and then went into the living room. They were rather old fashion in the way that they had no electric lights, but instead used candles in order to illuminate their home. It gave the home a rather nice, soft, cozy feel. He went onto the reading lamp, flicked a match  and lit the candle, then pulled out a history text on the development of modern guns and how they have changed over time. While being an expert killer, he always had a fascination with guns.

Drink in hand, book in lap, he spent about two hours reading away, learning about the impact certain guns and ammo had when used together.

Back in the room Twix was in, a nitrate bomb was ticking away until it finally exploded. About fifteen people died and fifty were in the hospital.