A Jealous Guy – The Embassy of Hell : PD

 

Tsu:

 
You think Nicholas would still be happy when Valmont got out of the tub but, he wasn’t, the feeling had dropped moments later. He could hear it in his voice that he was done with what we were doing for now, Nicholas would watch him walk out only nodding. Sitting there in the water still he stared at the wall and pondered on a couple of things that came to his head. Was it going to be like this, until time for them to be together again? Was this all going to be done in secret behind closed doors, no one knowing? More things had went through his mind as he finally got up from the bathtub. He hoped it wouldn’t but, he wouldn’t push his luck on it. This was still so new to Nicholas and what was it that he was feeling at this moment? Maybe this is what it feels like to be in love and always want that one thing. Standing in front of the mirror he blinked a couple of times and looked himself over. It’s going to be okay, right? He asked himself as a gut feeling in the pit of his belly was telling him otherwise. Taking a towel he would wrap it around his waist and walk out into the room, walking about he picked up his usual clothing and got dress. After a couple of minutes he’d look in the mirror and started braiding his hair, a thought came back to how Valmont said it looked good down. Should he leave it down? No, he wouldn’t do that just yet, continuing he finished the braid and looked once again like he usually does.

After everything was finished Nic would walk out of the room shutting the door, he’d walk down the hall and passed a couple of maids, smiling and waving. He was usually liked upon the staff since he had the feminine charm around him, though he never talked long with them. Stopping by the kitchen doors he’d open them and look about seeing Carlos doing his stuff.

” Carlos, we have yet again another guest probably coming, make sure their is plenty of food.” He said and saw him turn nodding with a smile.

Shutting the door he’d walk down the hall more, something felt like he was being watched but, he’d ignore the feeling for now. Coming back to the main foyer, he’d walk to the desk and went about looking over a couple of things. He was half tempted to go see Valmont but, he wouldn’t, if anything was needed he’d call him. Going around the desk he would take a seat in the wooden chair, picking up papers and scanning over them, writing a couple of things and going about his work. Thoughts occupied his mind and he didn’t need them right now. With a small sigh he’d shake his head and went back to doing what he did.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

One of the kitchen staff, a young starry eyed baker by the name of Shia, couldn’t help but notice Nicholas as he came in to tell Carlos that they were expecting another guest and that they would need to make sure there was plenty of food. Having just put her tray of sweet breads in the oven, Shia had time up her sleeve. Over the scent of the many sweet smells and aromas of the kitchen, she couldn’t help but smell that….testosterone coming from Nicholas. What was it about him today, that was so….goddamn sexy? She slapped down her tea towel and then took off her apron, while Carlos went to check on getting enough plates and cutlery ready for another guest. This gave Shia the perfect, golden opportunity. She bit her lip as she snuck out of the kitchen, while Carlos was in the pantry.

Ducking down the hall, she knew where Nicholas’s office was, as she had delivered breakfast trays there before. She kept seeing that gorgeous image of him in her mind. The way his cheeks were showing that hint of pink. Those luscious lips. It had been a few weeks since she enjoyed her lover’s attentions and you could say she was a bit hard up for a bit of quick nookie.

Looking to see if anyone was coming, she smirked as she turned the handle of the office door, and then pulled the door open, only to step inside and see Nicholas at his desk. He looked….so hot right now.

Leaning on the door after she closed it, she started to unbutton her blouse. As far as she knew he had no other lovers. So it was just Nicholas and her….in the lonely office.

“Sir….fancy squeezing my buns.” She was pouting and showing off her huge rack. Her ripe breasts showing off for him to see, if he fancied a bit.

“You’ve been cooped up here too long. Need…a woman’s touch.” She started to stalk him.

The poor guy.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It had been quiet and Nicholas was to caught up in his paperwork and thoughts to realize someone was coming. But, once he heard the door open and a voice, he looked up. To his surprise he didn’t expect to see Shia standing there, with her breasts hanging out. A small blush came to the males face, he had to admit they were big and what she was doing was rather arousing, his male side was kicking in. This girl was wanting some affection, he could tell from the way she was, must of been a while since she had some. Nicholas wasn’t sure how he should react to this situation, he knew that he just went through a lot of other stuff right now, not long ago. It had been rarely at times that someone has come on to him, he’d always reject of course cause of his situation. Sighing he got up and walked over to her, meeting her half way. Stopping in front of her he’d hold his hand up to stop her.

” Shia, I don’t need a woman’s touch, nor am I going to squeeze your buns.” Nicholas said.

In the process he’d put his hands over his chest, waiting for her to back off but, he knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Shia was finding it hard to believe that Nicholas didn’t need a woman’s touch. He outright rejected the notion of squeezing her buns, even though that was really a play on words. Chewing her lip, the baker found herself transfixed by the way Nicholas was standing. Arms folded over his chest, like he was waiting for something. Maybe he had been denying himself from the sins of the flesh for another reason. But the baker could see a change. There was this new glow to his cheeks, even the way his hair sat. Just oozed sex appeal and she was getting all the wrong signals. Slowly, the baker tore off her shirt and let it fall to the ground, with her breasts now on full display.

“You coop yourself up here. I have watched you. Slaving away for the Ambassador, and doing everything he wants. Tending to his needs. Oh Nic. I can give you what you need. What you crave. I promise not to tell.” She brought a finger up to her lips as if to invoke a vow of silence.

“I have firm hands…a good grip. Wet lips that ache to be used by someone noble like yourself.” Her voice now had a husky edge. She approached him and tried to lace her arms around his neck so that he would feel the press of her great melons upon his clothed chest. “Oh Nic…you smell so good.” her voice becoming husky with lust, while rubbing her bare chest up and down Nic’s chest, whether he liked it or not.

From the back it was a very compromising position to find one’s self in. Just then the door to Nicholas;s office opened, and an angered looking Ambassador was standing in the doorway.

“Step away from him…..now.” the voice was so full of rage, and yet barely able to be controlled. Fearfully, the baker glanced back to see Valmont….and he was a sight that she would never forget.

“Ambassador…”

Oh now she was in for it. The Ambassador stepped into the room and then closed the door behind him. Slowly, Shia released Nicholas, now looking confused. The tension in the air so thick you could carve it.

“He asked me to have sex with him.” The baker started, now blaming Nicholas for the act they were caught in. She tried to cover up her bosom as though embarrassed, but the Ambassador knew better. He himself had the same woman hit on him, and though he found it flattering, he never actually did anything with her.

“He did?” Valmont asked questioningly, shooting a look at Nicholas which read…not to answer that. The girl bent down to scoop up her shirt, as the Ambassador stepped forward and the moment she went to stand, his hand shot around her neck and he held her well off the ground.

Shia struggled in his grip, the shirt now falling to the floor. The woman’s bosom bouncing as he shook her like a rag doll.

“YOU….ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A TAINTED SLUT. NICHOLAS HAS A LOVER.” he then squeezed his fingers so hard they buried into the girl’s neck as he held her at the very edge of her existence. His eyes changed to the sharpest shade of red, his nostrils flaring. He then finished the sentence.

“Me.” The sound of her neck breaking could be heard, the look of absolute shock on her face as her life drained out of her and was absorbed into the Ambassador’s mouth. Her body quaked for a few seconds before turning into a pile of ash on the floor.

Valmont was panting hard as the event reached its dramatic conclusion, before he fixed his gaze upon his lover.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

This was a very intense and awkward situation for Nicholas, he had never been full on from a girl before. Seeing her shirt drop he took in view of what was in front of him, she had a nice pair but, Nic wasn’t interested. She knew what he craved? He doubted, one thing he craved was the thing that wasn’t here right now. It had surprised him when she put herself on him, his hands slightly catching around her back, so he didn’t fall. Though what happened next made Nicholas nervous, Valmont had walked in and he had looked at him, his face was not of one he had seen before. The girl backed off and went to retrieve her shirt. Hearing her comment he slightly growled a bit in the back of his throat, he did not. His hand slightly clenched as he looked at her back. You bitch, I can’t believe you dare lie to him. He was about to respond until he heard Valmont and saw him look at him, him keeping silent now. Seeing the girl picked up and shaken he couldn’t help but feel bad for her now, though his words did shock Nicholas beyond belief. Valmont had just publicly displayed that him and Nichols were together but, the girl wasn’t around to tell. She was now laying in a pile of ash, watching the life being drain from her and the cracking, Nicholas had somewhat grown a bit afraid.

Though moments later he had realized this is what Valmont was, he was one for taking the souls of woman but he’d never seen the process in front of him. So once he was now looking at him, he was shocked on what to say. So many things ran through his head could he end up like that? He wasn’t fully a girl but, that didn’t make a difference. If he ever made him mad or upset, or simply crossed the wrong path would he be hurt? Nicholas simply stared at Valmont, no emotions on his face, just a very slightly pale face almost blank looking at him. Finally regaining his composure he started speaking.

” I.. I don’t think you had to kill her.. even if she deserved it. Is that how it’s going to be every time someone tries something on me?Nicholas asked, showing that he was concerned and slightly frightened but, not much.

Breathing slowly and quietly he had been back against the edge of the desk due to the girl jumping on him. His hands stayed by his side as he looked at the pile of ash, it was a truly frightening site but, their had been worse out there. No more words would come from Nicholas lips, as he looked back at Valmont, simply staring.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont quickly realized what he had done as the last of Shia’s ash rained down from his hand. He stood there, now shocked that his inner demon had revealed itself and committed murder right in front of his lover. The jealous streak, matched with the woman’s own lies about his lover wanting her, fused together and made him turn into the darker side of himself. The fear that was etched on Nicholas’s face was rightly justified, and as he stammered and questioned if this was how Valmont was going to be each time another showed interest, than they had very dangerous times ahead.

“But she said you wanted her. She lied. I know she did. You love me.” There was this unashamed innocence in his statement. Like he didn’t truly know how to deal with a rival. This woman, had bared her chest and was trying to get Nicholas to make love to her….then lied. Still, was that a good enough reason to kill her?

Nicholas must have been so frightened now, and who could honestly blame him. Valmont had not yet come out publicly about their relationship, this even being the first and it had set a horrible precedence. The look on Valmont’s face was one of confusion and such sadness. He had overreacted by punishing this woman with a death sentence that was carried out right before his lover’s eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me.” his head shaking as he brought his hand up and raked his finger through his unruly silver locks. He had never felt so strongly about anyone before, especially one that was not truly one sex or the other.

“My jealousy ruled my head.”

Valmont took a step back and his face was now etched in sorrow. Would Nicholas ever forgive him for this? The staff would start asking questions for certain. This may lead to an inquiry or worse. Valmont backed out of the room and closed the door. His footsteps heard getting fainter as he went to find refuge in another part of the Embassy to think about what he had done.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

A few dead penguins – GS.

 

Leaving the boy behind with the nuns was a very bad idea.  Father Thomas and Rufus were in for a terrible shock.

Scene setting : St Luke’s Cathedral – Gantz series.

Co-written with Zu.

 

Zu:  

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Finally, after things had settled, Manny left himself on his knees, a large and sinister smile on his face while looking up at the portraits of baby Jesus, the man who could not save the nuns devoted to his lifestyle. All he could do was laugh: laugh at their pathetic lives before his arrival, laugh at the establishment he ripped through, laugh at the thoughts that could run through the others who had left the women to their deaths. He found it funny, bone-chilling good. When his laughter died down, he just got up without even thinking, let alone speaking, and walked off with a dead-serious expression on his face. He’ll leave this mess for God’s children to clean up.

 

Razorbackwriter:

After an exhaustive search that had seen Father Thomas and his trusty side kick Rufus come up empty handed in trying to find Sister Stevie – they were on their way back to the Cathedral. Slowly walking along the now empty streets, Rufus was sucking on a blueberry slurpee, while his boss, Father Thomas was muttering to himself. How could a bloody nun just vanish like that? All she was to do was buy a packet of cookies and bring them to the church, but she couldn’t even get that right. Rufus, who had bought his slurpee in the 7 Eleven that Sister Stevie was meant to go to, had asked the Indian shop keeper if he had seen the nun. No one in a nun’s habit had been seen in his shop that night, but the footage on the surveillance camera did show her walking past over two hours before. So…she had been on the street, and then simply vanished. This was partly why Father Thomas was so cross. His skills at apprehending and sending evil doers onto God, were something of underground folk lore. He considered himself to be a modern day Van Helsing. He just didn’t look as hot as Hugh Jackman, and he also had a nasty temper.

As Rufus tried to keep up with him, he asked. “So why are we going back to the church? Why not try the east side? Maybe she went to stop in at the homeless mission?” This was a good reason, but still didn’t add up. Father Tom was just about to enter the cathedral gates, when he noticed that the nun’s van was still parked out the front. They should have locked up and gone back to their home hours ago. The door was partially open, but….there was no sound coming from within. If they were still there, surely they would be able to hear them. Rufus bumped into the back of the priest, spilling some of his blue slurpee on the ground.

“Ugh..” He started wiping the ice cold drink off his jacket, while Father Thomas was pulling out a gun and holding it in front of himself, as he crept slowly towards the open door. Glancing up and seeing the priest go stalking up to the church, Rufus scampered along behind him – his shoes making a din along the leaf and snow covered ground.

“You going to go in armed? You might shoot a penguin.” Rufus whispered in a hushed tone, as Father Tom brought his finger up to his lips to make the bell ringer shush.

Creeping ever closer, the Priest pushed the door gently as he dared, but it still make a rough squeaking sound. Someone should really oil those hinges. Rufus poked his head in behind the Priest only to see a sight that had him instantly throwing up and gagging from the shock.

The nuns…every single one of them had been slaughtered. Like lambs….their bodies covering each and every pew. Blood splattered on every wall, every statue – even the pulpit. Glassy eyed women staring out at the void. Their lives lost so horribly.

 

“Oh…. my ….God.” Rufus stammered, while the Priest slowly lowered his firearm to his side. Rufus wiped the blue coloured vomit from his lips and staggered about, turning and bumping into body parts. His eyes wide as plates as he looked up at the Priest for answers.

“Father….they all been butchered.”

“I can see that.”

“But….what did this?”

As Father Thomas turned over the body of Sister Marjorie and stared at her bloody face, the Priest gave his answer.

“A vampire…laddy…….the little shit we left ‘ere.”

 

Rufus gasped. He remembered the boy that the Nuns had said would care for him. Could a little boy do all of this? It was hard to believe…murder on this scale done by one so young.

“No…would have had to have been a heap of them, Father. One child can’t do all this.”

Taking out his flashlight, Father Tom turned it on and pointed it to the floor, where you could see a trail of small bloody foot prints heading for the door. Father Tom looked at Rufus’s shocked face and added …“No? Think again, laddy. That face was not so innocent after all.”

The pair just stood there in the middle of the horror scene. First Sister Stevie….and now all the nuns. The devil must be dancing over this….

“What are we going to do?” Rufus said, his hands now trembling from the fear and shock. The boy could be watching them from the shadows.

“Hunt the little fucker down.”

~RB~

Don’t let the innocent face fool you – GS.

 

While the sibling vampires work out how to spend their eve, after feeding upon Sister Stevie, a young fellow has entered St Luke’s.  Oh he looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.  The truth was far more sinister.  With Father Thomas and his trusty sidekick going out to search for the missing nun, it was time for Manny to have some fun.

Scene setting – St Luke’s Cathedral and the Abandoned Warehouse.

Written with Zu and Chor.

 

Zu:

 

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So far, there was nobody to greet him. Whoever owned this place was an asshole, I mean he was only a Vampire. Manny made his way toward the door, which seemed to have some life in it, and Manny could smell it. While he was sure there were people in the church, he wasn’t very experienced in his abilities yet. Still, despite that, Manny was nothing to fool around with. He put on his innocent child persona, as he always did in case he could find some raw meat to sink his teeth into, worked every time. “H-Hello, is anyone here?”he called out sheepily, walking to the actual door like he was going through a bad part of town.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

As Father Tom started for the door, Rufus was one step ahead. He had been keen on Sister Stevie for some time, and as word passed around the church that she had yet to return from picking up cookies at the 7Eleven; the bell ringer went to get the Priest’s kit bag. It was a special bag that contained weapons to be used against the dark creatures of the night. Oh yes, Rufus was Father Tom’s side kick and assisted the Priest in helping hunt down the sinners that plagued the city streets. If one hair on Sister Stevie’s head had been harmed, Rufus would be her champion. Least that is how he liked to think of it. Father Thomas was the real hero….or anti hero. The Priest’s ways were not exactly orthodox. Considering himself to be a modern day Van Helsing of sorts.

The sisters busied themselves with doing the last of the packing up and cleaning the kitchen out as they waited for Sister Stevie to return. All were anxious, as she was the youngest of their sisterhood, and the most likely to come foul of whatever had caused her disappearance.

A voice however was heard at the entrance to the Cathedral, and it was asking if anyone was there.

“H-Hello, is anyone here?”

“Course there is, lad.” Father Tom said gruffly, as Rufus jogged up beside him. The bell ringer noting the small lad at the door. “You’re a bit late for bingo, Son. The nuns have packed up.”

Father Thomas rolled his eyes, but then had a thought and asked. “Have you seen a nun out on the street at all just now? We seem to be down one.” Maybe this lad had passed her by on the way across the street. If he hadn’t, that meant that the Priest and his bell ringer were going to have to go find her.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  When finished with her snack, Valarie stood gracefuly from her crouch to full height and faced her brother. Her eyes, black alike her soul, rolled back to show her attitude towards his comment. Perverted little fuck. Val ‘clomped’ her way over to him in her slightly heeled and fading black, leather boots.

“You wish; how about we paint the town crimson. I find that’s a much prettier shade of red,” she joked, trailing her nails down his arm before she took his hand. The nun was now a problem.

“What are you going to do with her? Tie her up?” Val asked, head cocked in question with her brows raised. What if by some miracle she regained her strength and escaped, only to tell of them and their nest? Valarie wasn’t that much worried about it htat she would let it ruin her and her brother’s fun night, but it was something that crossed her mind strongly enough for mention. Of course, her brother would be happy to just skip out with a stupid grin on his face, but Val knew better.

Zu:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

“No sir, I have not. I came here to stay for a bit, I don’t know where my brother is and our house is pretty far away. I was hoping I could come in, but if I’m bothering you. I’ll try somewhere else”

The boy’s sweet and innocent voice echoed through to the group of nuns that were huddled around the table to be packed away. Sister Marjorie’s ears pricked at hearing the boy’s plight and picking up the edges of her skirt she rushed over before the Priest could get another word in. The rather large nun, or head penguin as Father Thomas liked to regard her practically bowled the two men out of the way to get right up and close to the young lad.

“Oh, you poor thing. Come…come inside and we can take care of you while Father Tom goes off looking for Sister Stevie.” Before the boy had a chance to say another word, she tried to muscle him past the Priest who was rolling his eyes at her sense of charity. She’d take anyone in, but a boy she could not resist in the slightest.

“Do you know the Lord’s prayer? I do a rather rocking version of it.”

A loud groan came from the other nun’s as they knew that Sister Marjorie was going to be bringing out her guitar and singing….again. Sister Marjorie started to do a dance for Manny and a few of the other sisters got in behind her, to help kill the time and entertain their new guest.

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With the boy out of sight in the community hall part of the church, Father Thomas grabbed his kit from Rufus and urged him to follow the Priest out into the neighborhood. The search for Sister Stevie had begun, but little did he know what….or rather who he had left behind with his nuns. If only he had been more tuned into those he let walk right under his nose.

Rufus waved to the nuns and the lad, before closing the door behind him and scooting along after Father Thomas.

“She shouldn’t be too far….I think we should try the 7/Eleven first.”

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~The Abandoned Warehouse~

“You wish; how about we paint the town crimson. I find that’s a much prettier shade of red.” So, Val was up for some fun this eve. She was certainly dressed to kill, rocking those boots of hers with all the panache and style of a well heeled girl about town. Course, Val was still worried about the nun that they had stashed in the office of the abandoned warehouse. Val would prefer that they killed rather than left one alive with the chance that she might regain her strength and make a run for it. Reece felt they had it covered. His hand taken by his dear sister, he started to swing it back and forth and gave her a cheeky, yet sinister grin. “Val, after both you and I had fed on the girl, do you really think that she is going to be in any state to do the minute mile? Think about it. She’s like half empty pop top. The girl hasn’t a hope in hell of getting the strength to move for at least two days.” This he was practically certain of. Ripping his hand away and then wiping it on his jacket as though it was infectious he gave a light shrug. “All I know, is I am horny and bored. Come on.”

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Not waiting another moment he yanked open the door to the warehouse and strutted outside.

The night was young enough for them to make a real party of it.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Manny’s plan was flowing beautifully, it worked every time. He turned around with his still-innocent face, and smiled a little grin when welcomed by his main course. He walked in with them, and said goodbye to the one that could possibly get in his way. Manny didn’t know anything about the Lord, he didn’t exist. After all, there’s no way that anyone could just be alive like Manny, that makes no sense. He watched his little happy meals dance their stupid dance, sing their dumb songs and his stomach was thinking the same thing he was; feeding time. Manny wasted no time to get to the point. “Hey, I got a game me and my brother used to play. You want to play with me?” he asked, in the most sincere way possible, that childish grin plastered on his face.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

Finishing their song, the nuns were ready to head back to the nunnery, when the boy who had been their one and only spectator asked if they would be interested in a game that he and his brother liked to play. He asked if they would play it with him.

Sister Marjorie saw no harm in it. Father Thomas and Rufus had not yet returned, so they could kill the time on waiting for the return of Sister Stevie by playing along with the sweet looking little fellow.

Leaning over the boy, the nun with a more than ample bosom; smiled sweetly down at Manny.

“What game did you want to play? Hide and Seek?”

She figured that would be the sort of game one could play in a church, unless it was charades. The other nuns crowded around the boy in a circle, waiting to hear what he had to say.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  Val, still the slightest bit unconvinced, shrugged. It didn’t matter really. She’d never cared much before, why bother now…

“Alright, alright; you’ve won. Let’s get out of this shit-hole. I want to breathe in the night,” Val replied to him, sucking in a stagnant breath of the stale and filthy warehouse air. The nigth held possibilites Val couldn’t even imagine. Her brother and her always got in the best kinds of trouble and always came home knowing they’d satisfied themselves.

I’m horny and bored. Val shook her head and followed her brother. Always the sex addict. Her hair blew fiercely as he thrust open the heavy rusted door as the wind surged in from the pressure difference.

 

Zu:  

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“Hm, something like that. It goes a little something like this! With that, Manny chomped down on the fresh meat that was too eager to be slaughtered. Before another one could get away, he grabbed her with only one hand, by the throat, and took a bite out of her too. If they thought they could escape, they should think again. Manny would be too fast for them, should they try to leave. This was even better, as there was no interference for anyone, or anything. He went one at a time, the sounds of death-deafening screams filling his ears like music. This is what he lived for, this was his normal.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

Like penguins with their feet tied together…it was hard to outrun the short stack vampire on crack. Manny had tricked the nuns into thinking that this innocent face wanted to play a children’s game. No, he wanted to commit foul murder and feed on the hapless sisters till not one was left standing. Try as they dare to find an exit, there was no outrunning Manny. He was simply too fast for them. Blood letting of the worst kind. Nun’s with great gashes out of their necks, falling like flies. Deathly screams ringing out, while the savior stared down at them from the window panes, unaware that they were all to join with him in heaven much faster than anticipated.

From the outside of the church, you could only see the shadows of running nuns and then they would fall prey to the kid like vampire.

It was like something out of a sick horror movie, and the one person that could have saved them, was out searching for Sister Stevie. What would happen on his return to find his beloved nuns eaten alive?

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The last nun fell to Manny’s brutal attack, her gurgling cries soon silenced as the look of death now stared from her face. Body after body was strewn all around the church. Helter skelter, no mercy had been shown.

 

~RB~

 

Saw – Madame Rose Li’s Club : GS.

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Madame Rose Li’s Club – “Saw”

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was now well after 5pm and Tommy had already dealt with his reporting duties at the hospital under the instruction of his editor back at the New York Times. With his article sent in to the head office, he now wanted to stop off at the one place that he knew he would get answers about the package and its contents, that Frank was going to be using against the Commander. Frank had not called Tommy as yet or left a text. Both of these facts had the reporter worried, but he knew that Frank was on a mission and that really Tommy had no place to interfere. Especially after he had been warned off by his editor. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t go and confront Rose about her involvement. There was something about those photographs. Pure coincidence, or was there a motive behind it. Tommy didn’t trust the woman. Especially after he behavior when his brother died. It disgusted him. Sadly, his brother loved the woman. Not that it got him anywhere.

Pulling up outside the club, Tommy got out of his car and shut the door before locking it. The streets were pretty much devoid of life at this time of day. The club was not even open yet, not to punters. But he was already spotted by one of Rose’s guards, and gestured to come towards the entrance. Could it be that she was expecting him? Not showing any hint of emotion, Tommy walked around the car and strolled up to the front door. A large dark skinned man with shades and a black suit was watching and then gave Tommy a nod, as he opened the door for him to enter.

Just like that.

Walking through the club, it was deserted. No patrons were inside as yet, just staff going about their duties. Restocking the bar, preparing the tables. All looked up as Tommy entered. He was so much like his brother, that one would easily think that the dead had come back to life. Only it was the gentle laughter of a woman down the back, with some young lad that she was teasing, that would have Tommy focus on the darkened corner. Of course she would have a toy boy on a chain. It was her style. The moment that she spotted Tommy however, Rose put her hand up to the young man’s face and then dismissed him as easily as you would a bus boy. The real deal was here.

Dressed in a red cocktail dress with a sparkling diamond necklace, Rose got out of her chair and swanned over to where Tommy was standing. She looked like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. A glint in her eyes of mischief, that Tommy was not at all happy to see.

 

“You came.”

“Not for what you are thinking, Rose.”

The reporter stared her down, while she became coy in her presence. “Oh you would blush if you knew what I was thinking.” The woman was known for having an insatiable appetite for men. She reached up and caressed Tommy’s cheek, causing him to harden his jaw. If anything, it just turned the woman on even more so. A challenge if ever she saw one. “Are you hungry? I was about to enjoy a rather tasty new dish.” The innuendos were coming thick and fast now. Was she speaking about her toy boy, or a meal cooked by her chef? Tommy already had plans to cook dinner for Elissa and simply shook his head.

“I’m saving myself.”

“Really? Who is she?” The woman had a radar that could track a rival quickly, and by the way Tommy was acting, he was off her menu.

“None of your business. Let’s cut to the chase. Why did you give me the pictures of the Commander and….that..”

This was not what Rose was expecting and she suddenly looked disappointed. “Because, I was trying to help your friend. Remember, Detective Frank Malone?’ Naturally, Tommy knew what she meant, but was that the real reason. The whole thing stunk to high heaven. At this point she grinned, and made a cat like pawing at Tommy’s jacket – at which he seized her wrist and tightened his grip. “You don’t help anyone, but yourself. Like you are trying to do now.” There was a menace in his voice, and Rose was loving every minute of it. She didn’t even try to wrestle free, but pushed herself up against him.

“I know what I want, Tommy. And I think you know it too.” Her eyes searched his for some showing of feelings for her….good or bad. Tommy released his grip and pushed her back at the same time, causing her to lose her balance and grip the nearest chair. Her hair whipping around her, but if she was upset, it wasn’t showing. She grinned menacingly, as she heard the Chef bring out the dinner plates. It was a roast meal. Roasted goat with vegetables and all the trimmings.

“The things I have done for you. Why…even now, I’ve tried to make your friend’s problems….go away.”

Tommy’s eyes hardened from what he had just heard. “What do you mean, Rose?”

Rose raised herself up to standing proudly, before tearing a piece of goat meat one of the plates on her table and licking it.

“You’re the reporter, go find the story.”

Tommy knew right away, that Frank was probably in trouble. The reporter slammed his fist down on the table causing the cutlery and plates to fly off and clatter to the ground. Staying here was wasting time, and he knew that Rose was just toying with him now. He spun on his heels and took off out of the club, leaving Rose standing there knowing that he would be back….and she’d be waiting.

 

~RB~

The Evidence doesn’t lie – GS.

 

Scene setting – Fifth and Maple streets; Joey’s apartment.

co-written with Chor & VunG.

 

VunG:  If there was one thing that nobody could call Elissa, it was easy to discourage. Even as she was getting fixed up by the EMT’s she insisted on being allowed to stay until she knew for a fact that Frank and Tommy were in the clear. Normally she would’ve just gone ahead and joined them, but she knew that her injury was mild enough that she wasn’t exactly in mortal danger and with that goddamn commissioner around her level of confidence in the situation was somewhere around Satan’s wine cellar. While the room was investigated by the CSI’s, she was busy with the EMT’s getting the slug out of her shoulder with just a local anesthetic and getting her all bandaged up. It wasn’t her first time getting shot, and besides bleeding out it was pretty mild. When the slug was out, she asked the EMT’s to have it put into a CSI bag so that they could examine it themselves… though she had to do a lot of pantomime to get that out and was stuck holding the bag for the time being.

Once she was in the clear and her arm in a sling, she went ahead and asked one of the EMT’s to help her up to the crime scene, something that he was really reluctant to do. “Ma’am, we need to get that looked at proper. The immediate danger’s over, but you might have some contamination from the blood, or just lead poisoning.” But after an assurance that she’d go with them to the hospital afterwards he agreed. As it turned out, her hunch that things were bad would turn out to be dead on.

As she walked on, she noticed Tommy waiting outside, and she nodded to him, flashing him a weak smile as she leaned on the wall. Slowly she spelled out ~Thanks~ with her free hand, privately cursing her muteness for the hundredth time since getting shot. But… she really was grateful to him… he’d looked after her while she was downed and done his best to see to her wound, even though he wasn’t trained for it. And… for someone not trained to do this sort of thing to be so composed under fire… she had to admit that she was really impressed. Of course her smile faded as a bit of pain lanced across and she winced, shaking her head to clear it.

And then she heard the “you have motive” phrase… and suddenly her face was beet red with rage. The EMT tried to usher her out, but there was no stopping her. Still in her tank top with a bright white and deep red bandage on her shoulder, she strode in as Frank was protesting his innocence, a snarl of pure rage on her face. Tapping the commissioner on the shoulder, she promptly thrust the bag of lead shards into his chest. Once he had it, she immediately pointed to her shoulder, then pointed across the room to the window it had come from, then to the place where Joey was laying/his blood pool sat… all the while the EMT was urging her, “Ma’am, calm down! It can’t be good for the wound!” However, even as light-headed as she was feeling right now, she wasn’t about to back down.

Chor:  When Khalil practically leapt into the drivers’ seat of the vehicle, Isa took it that they were off to the scene. He started the Coroner’s van and they sped backward, all four eyes in the car trained intently on the rearview mirror. The scene of this homicide wasn’t too far from the precinct, but the police obviously had been alerted first and she only prayed they did not mud up her scene. What some might consider a front yard that was really a patch of wet dirt had a plethora of police issue boot marks tracked through it, leading to the apartment. An officer stopped her at the door, looking her up and down until she produced her keycard for his eyes to squint at for about a full minute. Apparently satisfied, the mustached hero of the yellow tape lifted his thin barrier and allowed the two passage underneath. She’s seen this cop at least a dozen times this month, yet he still does’t recognize her. It doesn’t bother her, much, though. It’s something Isa has become accustomed to.

Entering the building, Isa could barely hear herself think…or even breathe. The amount of people in the place was actually suffocating the air right out of it. It smelled terribly of not only drugs, but now cigarettes and a hint of aftershave. Eyes flew to her as she arrived. She wasn’t dressed very properly, wearing black pants, a normal tee, and her lab coat. This, accompanied by her dissheveled hair and lightly smudged eyeliner, may lead some to believe she’s in the wrong place. Isa, however, steps gently over to the body and uncovers it. She rolls her kit out and assembles her camera.

The CSI team is taking plenty of photos, as is evident by the flashes still bouncing across every surface. It’s a habit of hers to take her own shots, though, and uploading them to the database so if anything happens- like it often does in their chain of command- she has the hard copies. Much commotion was going on between a few cops and possibly civilians. There was much talk about motive and how it ‘could’ or ‘couldn’t’ be the officer. A laugh escaped her. A little snort thatwas loud enough to stop and turn quite a few heads. The body in front of her was not killed close range and any idiot with a forensics degree could see it. She turned, standing.

“No abrasion ring, no powder residue, the entrance wound is too small, and look at the spatter!” A hand pointed down at the body as she near shouted. Her words weren’t meant as an insult, but nevertheless she was incredulous.

“He couldn’t have killed this man…” Khalil tried to help, hoping maybe the few glares they received would calm. Isa didn’t care much for anyone’s opinion of her. She cared about the facts; about justice. This detective, whomever he was, was not the murderer. Whether he hired someone was a different story, one she didn’t need to worry about. They could argue for days about motive, but the science was factual and the science could prove it wasn’t him.

 

Razorbackwriter:  
Feeling the sharp tapping on his shoulder, the Commander turned to see an infuriated Elissa thrust a bag of lead shards hard into his chest. It winded the Commander slightly as he released a loud oomph The Commander wrestled the bag from Elissa only to have her madly pointing out her shoulder, then over to the broken window. It was clear by her demonstrations that she was making him realize it was impossible for Frank to have been the gunman, if you calculated the angle of the shots, the splatter and the fact that Elissa had also been shot in the attack. With her SWAT training, the girl was a very credible witness as well as being a victim of the shootings. The Commander didn’t like being proven wrong, and you could see he was getting flustered and annoyed. Small purple veins were starting to stand out on his neck. He was about to gruffly reply to Elissa, when one of the team from the coroners office spoke clearly and concisely about what the evidence was telling her.

“No abrasion ring, no powder residue, the entrance wound is too small, and look at the splatter!”

“That all still needs to be tested.” The Commander argued, hating being in the wrong. But he was being outgunned here and the fact it was women doing it to him, made it all the more painful. In the background, Frank’s shoulders sagged. Seriously, the Commander was as corrupt as Joey had been. There had been a lot of talk around the station, that the Commander was getting kick backs and shady deals from some of the mob bosses. Also, the Mayor’s office was involved. Hushing up crimes against certain underworld leaders. You really had to wonder if there was any true fighters for justice in this town. Finally, Frank had had a gutful and brazenly said what was on his mind. “Why would I kill the only man who witnessed what I did the night Rory died, Sir?” Again he was talking about the creature in the photographs that adorned the dark room out back. At this, Tommy reentered the room. He was not part of any police investigations, but he was ready to go into bat for his best mate.

“When these pictures make it in the mornings paper, there are going to be more interest in the creature, than the death of a drug runner.”

The Commander stiffened, hearing the nosy reporter enter the crime scene. “Oh…the Press! You are not getting one of those pictures, Son. They are all evidence.” He said with a wave of his hand diagonally across his body. “Someone get that guy outta here!”

Isa continued to try and help the situation, by adding that Frank was not the killer. “He couldn’t have killed this man…” The Commander walked right up to her face and stared her down. “I want your report on my desk ASAP. Prove without reasonable doubt.” Having had enough of the argument, he turned to one of the uniformed officers. “I want all the evidence brought into the station. ALL THE PHOTOGRAPHS and equipment.” Commander Bracks yanked on his jacket and then in a huff, stormed out of the room. Tommy still hadn’t left the crime scene, and came up alongside Elissa.

“Now do you wanna go down to the ER?” Concern riddled on his face. He didn’t say anything to the Commander about the photographs, since he knew Frank had a few in his jacket.

With the Commander gone, Frank approached Isa. “Do you want my service revolver for testing?”

 

~RB~

Frank takes the heat – GS.

Scene setting : Fifth and Maple Street; Joey’s apartment.

co-written with Chor and VunG.

 

VunG:  Elissa’s face remained stuck in an expression of intense pain and concentration as she tried to keep herself aware, and even as Tom and Frank came to her aid she tried to reach out for her gun again. No, she wasn’t about to try and pull some last stand maneuver, but she damn sure wanted to be armed. Every one of the extra shots made her blood boil, and even with her wound she wanted to fire back. Of course, she realized pretty quickly what a bad idea that was, and would promptly put her hand back into place while Tommy perched over her, stating the obvious. (No fucking shit,) she mouthed, not really caring if he actually saw or understood her words. They didn’t have time for the obvious to come down. But… she had to give up the fight, and nodded and remained in place while he found something to help bandage her.

She was aware of Frank returning fire, but beyond that Elissa was unable to really contribute much here. Still… apparently everything calmed down… which gave her enough time to bring her hand away and punch the floor furiously, slamming her head against the couch she was leaning against as she kicked herself for not noticing that damn sniper. She’d made longer shots than that, much less seen them, how the hell had she missed that?! Was she really slipping that much?! Was she really that much of a has-been?

Of course, just to make matters worse, Joey’s significant other came in at about that moment to see the carnage. Frank was quick on it, of course, and was able to get things under control. Grunting softly, she reached up to the buttons of her coat and undid them as quickly as she could manage, ignoring the pain of moving the arm involved. The moment the thing was off to allow for a little better access to her injury, her right hand returned to its place while the left went limp, tears of pain streaming down her face as she bit her lip. Under her jacket she was wearing what amounted to a grey tank top. Tommy would be able to see the wound clearly if he could get her hand away, and if he was paying attention he’d notice scars similar to her neck’s along both her arms and a single mark on the edge of her right shoulder where she’d been grazed by another bullet.

She was absolutely oblivious to the calls being made… except for Frank’s mention of an 11-41. Immediately shame overwhelmed her and she looked down, biting her lip as more tears streamed down her cheeks. Damn it all… was that all she was now? A freaking ambulance call?!

 

Chor:  Now Isa wouldn’t have called herself busy, but drinking her shitty coffee from the conference/break room down the hall just past the morgue was the one thing that she preferred to be uninterrupted in her morning routine. She guessed, though, that in the city that never, ever sleeps, ten in the morning was not too early for a homicide. Truthfully, she had been on overnight duty and just slept in her office. The lounge served comfortble enough for at most six hours of light, non-murder-interrupted sleep. The crackling of the heat coming on in the room caused her to wake about thirty-seven minutes earlier and her hair was still a raggedy, sad mess.
This, of course, homicidal maniacs did not take into consideration when they started killing for the day. One sip into the sludge shite in the cracked “Best Mom Ever” mug and the radio exploded with sound, turning her quiet world upside down and causing her to drop her liquid breakfast onto the counter. The mug bounced off the edge of the granite and tumbled to the floor, creating a scene more annoying than she wished to handle at the moment. Listening closely to the radio, she stood unblinking. 10-71. Not for her. 11-41. Still not her. Her fingers twitched. Now that she was alert, ready for it, she eyed the device hungrily. So quickly her emotions could change. When nothing else spewed from the muffled speakers and the sound quit its reverberation in the accoustic room, she bent and retrieved her cup. The handle was broken and where the piece sepearated was seen layers upon layers of all sorts of glue of different consistencies and colors. This cup is old, a piece of fine china in their little kitchinette, and she would put it back together again. Just like she always does.
A towel is procured from a bland gray cabinet and used to mop up the black mess. The coffee was actually so thick, it nearly reminded her of coagulated blood. A small smile tugged at her lips as she threw the towel in the ‘to-be-washed’ bin, where it woud sit for about a week and a half until she washed it at home. Her second in command for this shift, Khalil, opened the door gently, holding fresh scrubs she only imagined he planned to change into.
“I got word from the buses it’s homicide. Keep an ear out, I’m headed to change, you’re on dead guy duty, I’ll drive,” He said. Khalil didn’t have an office, mostly because he was new and not because he didn’t deserve one. He worked just as hard as any of the others, just Isa worked harder; and she was more qualified. She nodded, though, and followed him as he left the entrance. There was a pretty good chance they’d be seeing hearing someone call in a body within the next ten minutes. She pulled her coat on and plucked her clip board and pen off the shelf, waiting patiently in the corpse-mobile.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The street below Joey’s apartment, was now filled with brass and the blazing lights of squad cars and of course the ambulance. Tommy sat outside in the hall, his jacket now a disheveled mess, covered in blood and bits of broken glass. After having answered questions to one of the other officers, he was ordered outside while Frank was getting a dressing down from his superior.

“No warrant? Jesus, Frank. What were you thinking? You are just damn lucky this joint is full of drugs.” The Commander scowled, as he was handed a bag from one of the CSI teams. “More in the bedroom, Sir.” The rookie announced, as others were searching throughout the apartment for more. Frank had been consoling Patty, who was now being taken away by a special officer for the bereaved. Joey was laying on the floor under a sheet, while another cop was dusting for prints. There had been no word yet on the dark room, and this had Frank on tender hooks.

“Sir, I’m not going to lie. Joey Patone sent me some photographs and that is the reason I came here. I dragged Elissa and Tommy Xo in with me. So if you are going to throw the book at anyone, throw it at me.”

The Commander raised a brow, and then asked. “What photographs?” At this point, Frank directed the Commander to the dark room. The two gentlemen walked in and this was when the Commander’s face became quite stern. “So he liked a little photography. What has that got to do with anything?” The Commander not being able to see a connection. He could see the p*rn pictures, but then he saw the ones of the beast.

“What the devil?” He pulled one down and stared at it. “He was into Sci fi photography?”

Frank came up behind him and said. “Sir…look at the date.” It was the same date as the day Rory died. The image taken from the alley below. “Sir…that is the thing that took Rory. Joey…saw it too.”

“AHAHAHAHA. What a load of crock. He was fitting you up, Frank. This is ludicrous.” The commander wasn’t about to believe Frank. Who would? He spun on his heel and got in Frank’s face. “You got a dead man out there, and you have motive.”

“What?” It was incredulous to think that Frank would kill Joey, if he was the only other witness to the death of Rory. “Sir, you’ve got this all wrong. A sniper shot Joey through the window. Ask Elissa…..or Tommy.”

 

~RB~

Foul Play – GS.

Scene setting : Fifth and Maple Street.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Elissa couldn’t help but grimace with contempt as she overheard Joey’s pleading. This sort of man was an utter worthless waste of food and even in her cursory examination she could smell the drugs here, much less see them. Still, they were here for a particular purpose, and even if they decided to bring this guy down for the drugs, they needed his dark room far more.

As she gladly took up her place to keep Joey under control, her finger actually resting on the trigger rather than resting alongside; unlike Frank who perhaps wanted him as a witness, she had no worries about killing a mobster. She’d done it more than her fair share of times in the past. She wasn’t really taking into account Frank’s treatment of Tommy; this was an act, and he was playing it to a T. But then Joey turned to look at her, and while she made absolutely zero reaction other than to tighten her grip on the gun, she could tell that he was scared about something, and it wasn’t her or Frank. Then…

BLAM BLAM BLAM. Blood splattered across her face her ears were ringing from the shots. Tommy’s words were unnecessary, by the time he said them she was already prone on the floor. As quickly as she could manage, she crawled for cover, pausing to wipe the blood from her face. Eventually she found a place behind a chair, and quickly got herself into a position to fire back, briefly peeking over in the hopes of spotting the shooter so she could return fire. However, even if she normally would’ve been able to, she was distracted by a slight fuzzy feeling, particularly in her upper arm. Frowning, she looked at herself… and would see red blooming on her shoulder. It was only then that she felt the pain explode as she realized that Joey hadn’t been the only one hit by the assassin.

Immediately she was on her ass and leaning up against the couch, a pained hiss escaping her as she dropped her gun, and reached up to put some pressure on it. She was completely oblivious to whether or not she was visible to the others, right now she was just trying to focus on staying alert and keep herself from suffering from blood loss until one of her brothers could get to her. Damn it… why did she wear such heavy clothing?! (Of course, she’d completely forgotten about her scarf, which had fallen off once she slumped over) This stuff couldn’t be easily torn! She tried to shout to them, to let them know of her status, but all that came out was a sound like a cat’s hiss.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The sudden sound of gunfire, followed by the loud thud and shouts from Tommy brought Frank running from the other room. Had Elissa suddenly opened fire on Joey? Had he tried to disarm her? All these things were buzzing in his mind, but the moment he turned the corner, the full scale of what had happened hit him damn quick. Another few shots suddenly were fired and whistled past Frank’s head as he too dropped to the floor. Seeing the slouched body of Joey, with his blood covering the floor and parts of the wall made him swear.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” He exclaimed as glass showered Tommy and Elissa on the floor. The window was now riddled with bullet holes, the glass having shattered and even a few holes in the curtains. The shooter had to have been across the street, watching the entire time. Crawling across the floor, Frank saw that Elissa had been hit. Frank’s eyes widened and then the horror sunk in. He had led his friends into a trap of sorts. When Joey said, he couldn’t go to jail again, and was afraid of something he wasn’t kidding. Now, their only witness to the creature that took Rory….was dead. They were now in the middle of a crime scene, and this was going to have to be explained.

Tommy crawled over to Elissa and started to tear fragments from the table cloth on the table above him. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

As he tried to help Elissa, Frank brazenly jumped to his feet and began firing at what he thought was the opposite window to Joey’s apartment. A light there flickered then went out. Whoever had shot Joey, had now fled. Frank collapsed onto a nearby couch and started to smack his own forehead with his left hand.

“DAMN DAMN…FUCKING A!” He had no other words to describe how he felt.

Suddenly, the key turned in the lock. It was Joey’s partner, Patty. She had raced home cause she forgot her purse and the sight that greeted her made her scream. “JOEY!!!” She saw the damage in the apartment and then the trio who were there, sitting in various parts of the room. “WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY JOEY?!” Tommy groaned, as having this girl turn up now, was not going to help matters. Frank then held up his badge.

“Police. I’m Detective Frank Malone….Homicide.”

Tommy pulled out his phone and called 911. He explained the incident in minor details, and then sung out to Frank. “You are going to have to call this in.” There was no escaping it now. Frank reluctantly pulled out his own phone and rang head quarters on a 10-71…..and an 11-41. Slowly Frank got to his feet, as a sobbing Patty fell into his arms.

 

~RB~