City RP 2

Victory took cover as the explosion rocked the entire alley. "damn! that was milspec. Stay down!" he told Lily. he opened his jacket and pulled out a compact looking 9mm handgun with a clip at least double the length of the grip. The small slender thing has a fire selector on the side. Any experianced gun man would notice it and realize that this pistol was an automatic. He pulled the slide back, chambering the first round and cocking the hammer. He peered out and took note of his possition. A wall of fire, a wrecked car, and a few men trying to escort a very important looking gentleman. Vic stood up and shouted. "stay where you are! This bitch is loaded!" the thugs responded by drawing their weapons upon him. Punks never learn. He ran forward and dropped to his knees, sliding under their line of fire. Two shots rang out, close enough together to be one sound. The two men had holes in their shoulders, effectively neutralized. Vic was upon the third guy in a heartbeat. He aimed down at him. "I wouldn't move if i were you."
 
Lilium's face warmed slightly as Vic took her hand, but she followed along quickly, but quietly. "There's... something.. weird going on here.." she whispered as she got a bad feeling about the situation. But... how interesting this might turn out to be, she thought to herself with a quiet, but giddy giggle as they both crouched behind the boxes. She peeked out from behind the boxes and trained her eyes on the limousine, and the man exiting it. Her head was probably poked out a bit too far... but she didn't really think much of it.

As the explosion rattled the ground, she fell forward. "Nah!" she gasped, then curled up into herself to protect and shield her from any shrapnel that might have flown through the air. She quickly scrambled to her feet, pressing her back up against the boxes that they had been hiding behind. Her ears were ringing... that annoying high pitched noise drove her nuts, but the fact that her heart was nearly pounding out of her chest grabbed most of her attention. How exciting! She laughed lightly, then watched as Vic drew the gun from his jacket. Funny, he didn't seem like the kind that would carry a gun on his person... but that didn't matter. This was like a movie! She stepped out and behind Vic to watch the thugs.

Her body stiffened at the sight of the splays of blood... like something long forgotten had just risen from the depths of her inner self. Her eyes grew wide and her hands shook slightly... like she was itching for something.. needed something. The subtlest hint of a smirk twitched on one side of her lips, but it constantly faltered, returning to the shocked expression. She stayed silent.
 
When Carl heard two shots coming from further down the alley he thought that someone else knew about the hit. There's no way they sent someone else for the same hit they gave me! His face began to fluster from the betrayal. He peeked out through the smoke to find that the two lackeys were disposed of but not dead. They moaned in pain and began to crawl away. Carl could not see the other party but was sure he had to end this quick. He gripped his with intense pressure from his anger and he wanted to take his rage on some one.
The "hit" the fat man was in shock and began inching backwards from the unknown gunman shaking his hands in front. He must of been scared shitless thought Carl. Its time to make this quick. He leaped to his left getting out of the line of fire and smoke and aiming his pistol directed towards the fat man. When his target was on site he screamed out. "This is my target! Back the hell away!!" and pulled the trigger twice sending one bullet through the targets heart and the other through the fat mans brain launching blood towards the other end of the alley.
Carl rolled on his side still pointing his pistol down the alley searching for the unknown trigger man.
"Come out of hiding! I want to see the face who disturb my kill!!" He was high off his adrenaline.
 
Lilium watched the man shoot the two others. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest still... the sight of the blood was doing something to her.. and she couldn't figure out why. She bit her bottom lip to stop it from tremoring with some strange desire that had overcome her. "H-... hello.. hello..." she managed to mumble out, then she blinked a few times to adjust her sight, and then was suddenly calm and feeling normal. "We're.. I'm... sorry.."
 
He claimed his kill but was sure there was going to be trouble in a few moments with the observers down the alley.A woman he exclaimed! Carl began to put his guard down from what he saw. No wait, there has to be someone else or shes lying. He raised his gun back at the woman and shouted.
"What are you doing here!? You shouldn't have been snooping around!" He was hoping to instill fear in her and hopefully she would run away scared to even to tell another living soul what happened. He knew that she wasn't the hand that pulled the trigger from the look at her but he still wasn't going to take a chance. He inched further to his left before commanding.
"You didn't see a thing!" With that said he grinned and tilted his head down and came back up with a smile and a raised finger over his lips. With that he leaped into the air a story high and landed on a neighbors balcony and continued to leap from balcony to balcony like a frog til he was on top of the apartments now. He would be lost to viewer...hopefully for good.
 
Victory felt the warm splash of blood on his face. He looked down at the man, now in great need of a new head. What a mess. It seemed whoever this was aimed to kill. Man, murder was just so uncool.
He watched as the man jumped away then turned to Lilium. "Uh.. Hey.. Sorry you had to see that, Lily..."
He looked down at his splattered clothes. "Um.. I need to get home.. do you need to go? " he seemed more confused then shocked. He pondered as he disarmed his weapon and stowed it away again.
 
Lily curled her hands around Vic's arm, then hugged onto it tightly. "Pl..ease take me with you." she slightly tightened her grip, not able to peel her eyes away from the crimson that had pooled on the ground at their feet. She was shivering slightly, too little for her to notice, but Vic might. A bit of red is splattered over her white shirt, and her face.
 
He looked down at the scared girl that clinged to him. Great, now he'd probably just messed this girl up forever. At the very least he should do as she requested.
"... Of course, " he replied. He knelt and lifted her up, carrying her in his arms. He walked down the alley and found his way to an area he knew. "Not too far from here. " he reassured her. In a way, Vic was relieved to have her here instead of on the street, telling everyone about what happened. Or maybe it was more than that. Victory was weird like that. All those feelings and stuff like that. He shook the thought out.
 
She nestled her face in between his neck and shoulder. She let out a shakey sigh, her slender frame still quivering. That really bothered her. And what bothered her more was the fact that she had no idea why it bothered her. It was almost like she wanted to see.. more...

She grunted as she shook the thought away, then let out another sigh. She lifted her head to look around at her surroundings, and noticed that she had no idea where she was. But, she never knew where she was. Not here, anyway, being new to the area and all.
 
He carried her up the steps of his home. The neighborhood looked like shit. His home was on the second floor of a seemingly abandoned building. He opened up a false sectionon the wall and entered a key. When he turned it, the sound of a few heavy bars sliding out of place was heard. He opened the small wooden door, reveiling it to actually be a steel barrier with a wooden facade. He carried Lily in and shut the door, which locked again on its own. "We're... safe now. "
 
He shed off his bloody jacket on the roof of the building. His white undershirt exposed his built body. Man, and i loved that piece he thought to himself before reaching into his front pocket and pulling out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Yea, its Carl man...Look i told you already that shit you gave me last night was great. I would double the price...Listen Joe I called because your not going to believe what just happened to me...No! no, That was one time and i swear she was over age!..Listen Joe..fuck, The job is already done...Any witnesses?.....No Joe there wasn't anyone that i saw, and if there were they were scared of the gun shots." Carl did want to bring up to Joe about another shooter but he knew that would be bad business so he let it ride as nothing happened at all. "It was a clean kill, wire the money to my account. Thanks." And that was that, job done thought Carl as he began to leap from apartment top to the next.
He began to remembered the scared woman standing at the end of the alley...cute he thought but felt sorry for her, ofcourse for only a minute. Its a job and he knew that everyone had their day.
 
The neighborhood looked a little.. shady. But she didn't care. Anything was better than that alley. And that man... who was he? Why was he.. Oh, she thought. An assassin. A hitman. Paid to put bullets through other people's heads... her body shuddered again, then buried her face against his shoulder again. Why someone would pay to have someone else killed? Everyone dies at some point.. "Thank you." she said quietly, her soft vouce muffled by against his shoulder.
 
Victory Ross owned a nicer house than the outside area would lead one to believe. There was a lot of nice looking furniture but most of it was a workshop full of half-constructed guns or parts removed for cleaning. He sat her down on a couch and looked at her. "Um.. it appears as though I have smeared blood on you. " he sad analytically. "I'll be right back.. " he stood up and returned later with a change of his clothes. They looked worn a bit, but they were clearly too small for him anymore. "Sorry this is all i have. There's a shower in that bathroom through the bedroom" he told her, pointing the way. "If you want to wash up that is.. "
He looked over to a computer. "I wonder of there's something to find on that guy we ran into. I'm going to contact someone and find out if there are any killers on the loose. "
 
"I'll just use a washcloth and the sink," she said with a smile, clutching the new clothes to her chest. This place.. really is quite nice, she thought, her smile widening as she looked about. But her brows furrowed as her eyes fell on the workshop area, slightly confused. Again... She really didn't think that he was the type to own a gun at all. But there she was, assuming things before she really even knew. She sighed, and gently rubbed her fingertips over temples as she silently headed towards the bathroom.

She immediately tugged off her bloodied white shirt and dropped it to the floor, then looked at herself in the mirror. Like when she would blush, the red of the blood stood out starkly against her skin. "Red is a pretty colour.." she said to herself, then looked to the door, which she realized that she had left open. Quickly, she moved to close the door, and a lighter shade of red rose to her cheeks to accent the splatters of crimson on her cheeks.

She dampened a washcloth that she found beneath the sink with warm water, then began washing the blood away from her cheeks, and arms.
 
Vic sat at the computer and started typing out an email. He took his time to describe the man from what he remembered. That was some jump he pulled back there. He stopped typing after hearing Lilium say something. Something about the colour. Oh well. He finished the email and sent it, then turned around in hhis chair and waited for her. How was he going to explain all this?
 
The day was coming to a close and Carl was to happy to call it quits. He walked down a familiar block to score some goodies for tonight. He was going to have a party to celebrate a quick and easy kill. He stood out front a television store and noticed his job on the evening news.
"Don Cornelio was murdered today. Cornelio was a top head of the murderess family in the city. He was untouchable by the law for charges of murder, money laundering and rape of a twelve year old girl.." Carl didn't want to hear much more as he continued to stroll off towards his connect. He turned the corner and the city seemed to change in a blink of an eye as he now seemed to be standing at the worst neighborhood. It didn't bother Carl so much, it may have been a dump but the drugs were cheaper here. In a matter of minutes of entering the hood he left with three of his little goodies in his pocket. The night was starting to look great as he called for a cab to take him to the his favorite night club. It seemed right for him to celebrate but the whole lifestyle seemed to be as disconnected as he was from the world. He shrugged that feeling off when the taxi pulled over the curb at its destination. Carl paid the man and stepped out. The taxi flew off for another fare when Carl's phone rang again.
"What is it now?" He asked checking over his new messages "Shit.." It was another assignment and this one needed to be done tonight.
 
She slipped the clean shirt on over her head. It was smaller than her white shirt, but still a bit baggy. She liked it when clothes were too big. Why, she really didn't know. Maybe it was because she liked taking up space. There was plenty, so why not indulge oneself in such extravagance? She tugged lightly on the hem of the shirt to adjust it, then looked into the mirror again. Her face and arms were now clean, but her eyes were wide. Pupils dialated... which was weird, considering the fact that there was a light shining in her face. Shouldn't her pupils contract? She shrugged, picked up her shirt from the floor, flicked the bathroom light switch off, and made her way back to Vic.

"Did.. you find anything?" her voice came out quieter than she thought it would, so she cleared her throat and repeated herself, "Did you find anything?" she began to gently rub her palm over her arm: this was a nervous habit that she had developed. Also, she bit her lip.. some sort of oral fixation that she had. Doctor suggested getting a lip piercing to tug on, but she had never really gotten around to it. She stood there, looking at Vic, waiting to see what he'd say.
 
Vic turned around again in his chair, swiveling back and forth. "Guys name is Carl. He's actually a hitman and not just some crazy ass murderer. Either way I find his methods distasteful. Looks like he's been working this city for a while.. "
He looked at her arm and wondered if she was hurt. No, he didn't see any wounds while he carried her.
Victory looked at the bench and dismantled guns in his living room. "Uh... sorry about the mess.. you're probably wondering what all this is."
He leaned back in his chair. "Its my job. I'm a gunsmith. Someone comes to me with a gun, and I make it better. Its a living. "
 
"You think that there's a method of killing that isn't distasteful?" she frowned slightly, then looked down and dropped both arms to her sides. She still had some itching feeling within her, but she really had no idea what it was. Something about the blood, and hurt, and... well, it was like she wanted something more from it. She sighed lightly, shaking the thoughts away again. "You didn't seem like the kind of person that would deal with arms," she says as she walks over to one of the disassembled guns to run her fingertips gently over the materials. She turned on her heels to face him with her head slightly tilted.
 
"I don't kill." He replied quickly. As she inspected the disassembled upper on the bench, he couldn't help but notice the fascination that she showed. At her next statement, he shrugged. "I keep a low profile. I don't want everyone and their dog knowing what I do. Today was an exception. I never planned on bringing anyone here. But you needed help. And I needed to help you. That's why I do this. To protect the ones who can't do it themselves."
 
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