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Let Slip the Hounds of War

What is Madness? Madness is the little voice in your head, some think is truth or moral value, others choose to ignore it and live their life as it comes. Some take the hits and live their life; others can only take a few punches before the lights go out. I've been taking hits since before I could walk, from that bastard who called himself "master." I am a beast, a 19 human year old black wolf, 6'4 around 250 with a body covered in scars, a perfect fighter, or as society nicknamed us "boxers" (cute eh). Until a few years ago humans kept furs like us as pets, or in my case fighters, before "Beast's Right's" bill passed boxers like me were thrown into a ring for the enjoyment of our "masters." No one gave a shit if we died; we looked like animals so they treated us like animals. The Bastard for an owner I had was a drunk, frequently got blackout drunk and would beat on my parents or me or let his son do it for fun, and if you fought back, a shotgun shell was waiting with your name on it. One night before my "master" killed my parents in a drunken stupor, my dad gave me a pair of dog tags, one with my name and info on it and the other was his name and info. He told me "Brick (my name) never stop swinging until you're six feet under, no matter what I've got your back even if you can't see me." He died to protect me.

It was my night to be beaten, I was 10 human years at the time, and was hanging on to life by a thread. Right when the final blow was coming dad stepped in and fought back, right as dad was about to stop the "master's" son came in and shot dad, and then mom just because. I found out about my "disorder" that night When I saw their bodies limp and lifeless I saw...red, not like how everyone says they do when they are pissed I literally saw everything in a red tint, I heard a voice say:

Do it they have it coming, look at your parents' dead, and cold, if you're going down, go down swinging

I blacked out I woke up with the "master" looking surprisingly calm with his best boxer (my dad) dead. His son's head was bandaged, and a vet was looking me over, took some blood, and left. A week passed and nothing from the "master" no drinking, no beating, just silence, it was unsettling. Then the vet came back, told me I had a disorder called the Blood Lust. It is a hormonal and adrenal problem that caused me to lash out in a violent fashion. My eyes would turn red and frequently those who suffered from the Blood Lust heard a voice, like Jekyll and Hyde. Because of that split personality, most humans treat those with the blood lust like vampires. They will run in fear, or beat them for no reason just because they are afraid of what the beast could do.

After that I found out why I hadn't been beaten: a boxer with the Blood Lust was worth his weight in gold. And so I became the "master's" boxer, until the bill passed giving beasts limited rights. We could now have a job, own property, vote, and we would be protected under most laws. However the fights still went on for many of us it was the only work we could get. No one wanted to hire a beast to work in their office unless they were stunning secretary, who looked to "promote management."

So I decided to stay and fight though the matches weren't illegal they were just frowned upon, yea right, you name a job someone with that job was at the fights placing bets: cops, congressmen, CEO's, everyone loved to watch two animals fight to death. Oh did I not mention that all beast matches were to the death, unless it was beast vs human, then the crowd decided the fate of the loser.

In a fight, there were only a few simple rules,

1.No non-combatant can place their hands on the boxers (however they can help them up if a boxer was thrown into the crowd)

2.The crowd can throw objects at the boxers so long and they do not kill the fighters.

3.Don't talk about fights outside the arenas.

4.All bets are final.

5.Boxer make good money,

Left hook catches me off guard, I fall hard onto the bloody sand.

Shit, you're losing, let me loose, let me kill him!

After I spit out my own blood I can see my opponent just in time to get hit with a beer bottle.

Son of a bitch let me LOOSE, or we both die, your call

...fine

"Ha, hahaha"

"What's so funny mutt?" He looks shaken up I guess he not use to seeing the blood lust.

I don't control my body when the blood lust takes over, I just watch, unable to stop anything. Thought I can't do anything the blood lust helps a lot. Because of the adrenalin release, my blood coagulates faster, stopping the bleeding, and helps him focus on the fight. I say him because the lust is not me it is another person, madness, anarchy waiting for any chance to be let loose.

He lunges at my opponent claws drawn, one hook to the right jaw, and three jabs to his chest, then an upper cut.

He's dazed get him

I know how to kill!

I see my hand drive into my opponent's chest, but I don't feel it. I don't feel his bone against my hand, I don't feel it as my hand passes his lungs, and grabs hit heart. I don't feel it as my hand grabs my opponent's heart and rips it out of his chest.

Ain't no kill like over kill.

Yea, yea you're a fucking badass now give me back my body!

My vision returns I can feel every cut, and bruise on my body, a dog's heart is in my hand, and my opponent lies dead. The crowd cheers but I don't hear it I just want to get out of this hell hole.

Come on stay and sign autographs

That sarcastic voice, I can't stand when he does that.

Damn it we are getting our money, and going to the bar.

To get wasted

No, never to get wasted

You're such a bore, if you just let me take over more we could have a lot more fun

Never

The shower in the locker room reveals every open wound as the hot water cascades of my bloody body. Although you can't see the blood through the black fur the water coming off of me looks like I walked through a war zone. The once clear water is now cherry red, almost like cool-aid. Another fight, another life I cut short, Satan is going to have fun making me pay for all this. After leaving the arena I head over to one of the few bars that serves both beasts and humans.

Just like the arena, there are rules at the bar:

1.No guns,

2.Don't fight inside

3.If a guy is making a move stay away

4.If the girl doesn't like it she walks away when she wants

The bar is a dark, bleak place, being that beasts come here not many humans do, and humans have the cash so the bar is beaten, and scared a lot like me. I think that's why I like it I can grab a beer and not worry about someone asking about my scars...usually. This night however was different the bar was almost packed, with humans no less. I took my usual spot at the bar, got a Moose Head and watched the Devils game on the tv. People had been coming and going all night so I don't know why I turned when I heard the door open this time, but I'm damned glad I did walking in was a bombshell. She was about 5'10-6', at least D's, and a head of dark red hair.

Look at her,

Hell no,

Why not,

Remember the last one

...

You would think with my past I wouldn't trust humans, I kept trying to find a girl that would be my escape though. Every time I did, it usually ended with a knife or gun pointed at me. The last girl I was with stayed with me for two months only to try and kill me in my sleep for another boxer. Before her, a couple guys who didn't like beasts used a woman to lure me to an alley where they planned to beat me to death. The cops still don't know who's responsible for such a gruesome murder heh.

Fine I'll just sit here and drink

Or you could let me start a fight

An hour or two passed she sat alone a beer, and nothing else, I don't know why but I kept an eye on her. A couple of guys known for starting fights and for being abusive with women came up and starting hitting on her. I could only make out bits of their conversation, but from what I heard they weren't getting any tonight Then one of them grabbed her by the arm and said something she must've taken offense to because she slapped him. His face went from shock, to confusion, to anger, I figured I'd step in and help her out before she did something else she was going to regret.

"Boys I believe the lady doesn't want you around, so fuck off."

"Fuck off Fido; you're not getting her she's a woman not some Pomeranian bitch you fucked with a collar."

"I don't like the way you are talking to me or to this nice young woman, so get lost and let her enjoy her night."

"You know what; you can have the 'bloody' bitch." With that, he throws her at me and the other guy draws a knife.

Shit she's going to get it

Ugh I got this

No wait...

Too late the blood lust has taken over all I can do now is watch as my hand catches the knife, I can do nothing as I watch the blade go through my hand. He tosses the woman to the side as I watch him take the knife out of his hand and strike at the man's neck. Definitely got the jugular on that one, one down one to go.

I'm going to take my time on this one,

WATCH OUT...

Too late just as he goes to attack the second man, my body is blindsided by a table apparently those two had friends in the bar. But my body won't stop a knife in one hand and all claws drawn on the other my body is a deadly weapon. He manages to take out two more, one with a knife to the eye, and the second got his trachea ripped out. Eventually though it is too much and he was knocked out.

The lust is gone I can hear a woman screaming something, but I'm not sure why. I'm being picked up and dragged out side, just as my vision fades to black again. I then wake up in an alley held by two large men a third man in front of me with a knife.

"You know why I don't like beasts? Because you think, you own the fucking world. Like the rules don't apply to you and you can just fight your way out of any situation. Sorry Fido not today. See this knife I'm going to put it in chest, we'll see how long you last."

I am too weak to do anything as the knife is plunged into my chest, the burning is incredible, my blood won't stop flowing.

This is it... this is how I go out

What did I tell you stay away from the bitch but no, you had to step in now we are both dead

I'll see you in hell you bastard

You too mother fucker...

Damn my head is killing me, wait where am I? A room of some sort, I'm in a bed, am I alive? I think so, no shirt, shoes, or socks, at least I have on pants. The room is filled with the smell of blood, my blood and...HUMAN! I jump up but nothing is there, wait, white bandages, someone fixed me?

I wouldn't say fixed

Knew I couldn't get rid of you

Well we are still alive so that's something grab the knife off the table by that bowl I think we may need it

The table next to the bed is full of medical supplies, gauze, tape, disincentive, and the bowl is full of water tainted with blood, and glass? As I grab the knife, I notice my dog tags are missing. Shit I must have lost them in the fight, the sadness that I feel is indescribable, it was the last piece of my dad I had and now it was gone. Right now, I have to focus on getting out of here, who knows what traps are set for me. When I open, the door to leave it is like I've been transported to another world. Not heaven, or hell just a world that seems so far away from trouble, and loneliness, whoever saved me has a spectacular apartment, two floors, nice art (not that I would know the difference), and an inviting smell. I can see three exits right now, and multiple weapons, I need to keep that in mind if I am caught. Just as I reach the first floor, I spot movement out of the coroner of my eye. I quickly dash behind the stairs to stay out of sight, as I turn to get a glimpse of who it was that saved me I spy dark red hair, and a great ass. Then she turns:

IT'S THE WOMAN FROM THE BAR!

Kill her, before she betrays you

No, she hasn't done anything to hurt us,

Yet...

She chooses the wrong time to turn around and must have seen me because she dropped her pot. There was fear in her eyes, but also something else I couldn't place. Regardless I bolted for the door, and then ran to the stair well; I see a sign that says "Floor 10" well I have some climbing to do.

After I walk through the dead lobby (thankfully it was late at night I think around 1ish) I walked down the street and was blinded by all the neon light. From the looks of things, I'd say I was in uptown. Where the rich people are: there are nice shops, great food, expensive everything.

How the hell did I get all the way up here?

Probably that woman who knows you're a boxer, and who you started a fight over

You think she knows?

How else do you explain a wolf with more scars than Rambo.

Could've just been abused,

Yea and all abused beasts catch knifes with their hand

Just then my handed started burning, I looked down and saw it completely wrapped. That is when I realize for the second time I have nothing on but some shorts, in November.

Should probably find some clothes then head home

Good call our next fight is in a week, get ready I'm not losing two fights in a row.

A week later I was at it again, this time the arena was at an old beach warehouse. Good sand on the floor, lots of old rusty things to use as weapons it was always a tough place to fight in but it brought in a lot more cash than usual. In the locker room before I am supposed to go out the head honcho comes down to talk to me.

"We're going to change things up today," he said. "You're not fighting another beast, you'll fight a human, and someone you know well, just remember the rules for fighting humans, he gets whatever he wants, weapons, armor, help, and the fate of looser is decided by the crowd, not the victor remember that." I just nod at him and he leaves.

Who could I be fighting that I know?

Who cares just be ready to win, I ain't dying here

Then it was time, time for my entrance into the fight, usually it is full of cheers, this time it was full of jeers, and bottles being flung at my head. My opponent was already in the ring waiting. When I look at his face, I see an all too familiar scar on his face right by his eye.

Is that...

The fucker's kid, yea it is, he's the one that shot your parents, just let me loose at the beginning I'll rip him to shreds

No we can't just kill the crowd decides it not us

You'll let me loose I know you, you want to see him dead.

No a beast has ever beaten a human before...

Then we'll be the first, I'm not going to let you get us killed here

"Hey Brick, remember when I shot your parents? Good times, eh? Hey where are your bitch tags, those leave you like everyone else in your life?"

Yea he's dead

Does that mean I can get out!?!?

No...

Just then the bell sounds I run toward him and land a solid punch to his chest but all I feel is...

Body armor!!

Not a problem for me,

Not yet,

I then I get hit with several jabs to my jaw and an upper cut that throws me into the crowd. Before I can get up I get hit in the head with a beer bottle, then someone throws sand in my eye. Shit I'm blind._I blindly block his right hook only to get hit with his left cross. _Not good

PUNCH HIM ALREADY!

I'M TRYING

WATCH FOR THE KNIFE!

What?..

It is too little too late I can't see it but I know there is a knife lodged in my shoulder, but why don't I feel anything anymore...Oh no...

"Ha, ahah, haha!"

Who the hell is laughing? Wait its... me, no it isn't, it's him.

I can only watch now as I my body laughs, and the crowd dies: no sounds, no bottles, nothing. Even my opponent doesn't know what to do, he just stabbed me I should be hurt, not laughing. I am helpless to stop what comes next, I watch as my hand pulls the knife out, then stare as he licks my blood. Then my body charges forward knife in hand, but doesn't strike high instead the knife slices at the bastard's thigh, then stick the knife into his knee and sever the hamstring essentially making the leg useless. My body then jumps up to one of the rafters on the ceiling.

Oh no, you're not going to are you?

You know it...

You can't the crowd decides not us!

Ohh well

I am helpless to stop the killing blow. As my body drop down onto my opponent with claws drawn I see what will happen next. My foot is at his neck, claws just to the right, then with an almost graceful motion my foot kicks back severing his head. As the head rolls to the crowd the lust subsides, and I can feel every hit I took today, and every wound that opened from that bar fight.

The crowd is in stunned silence, then the head guy gets up: "You have killed one of our own. You have killed a human before judgment could be made by the masses, for that you must pay: blood for blood."

I don't like where this is going

"Therefore who ever brings me this wolf's head will be greatly rewarded" he then looks at me and says "Run little pooch, run." And so I run, past the crowds, and hands, but not before getting hit by a few bottles on my way out. Then I hear a blood hound's howl, then the bone chilling facts set in: even the beast are after me.No fucking honor among thieves right. I just keep running and don't stop it reminds me of Forest Gump, only difference is I don't see a happy ending coming out of this story. After an hour or two I start seeing neon lights of up town, I've been losing a lot of blood from the fight the bottles didn't help either.

*howl*

Shit, they're getting close

I see an alley way and duck in throwing my pants on a passing bus to throw off the dogs while I hide with the dumpster. A few minutes later I hear the mob run right by me, looks like that trick worked. But my vision is fading, and I can barely stay awake, I'm losing too much blood. I see at the end of the alley a figure, so they finally found me? This is how it ends, in an alleyway bleeding like a hog. As the figure gets closer, I can make out a woman's figure, the closer she gets the more I can see. Dark red hair, a nice rack, and...no it can't be! "What happened to you?!?! Hold on let me help you up, come on let's get you patched up."

It's the woman from the bar! "You keep showing up like this and I'm going to think you're stalking me lady." A wise ass till end. That's when I black-out.

Once I wake up my head is spinning, my...everything hurts, but wait. I recognize this room and it defiantly ain't hell. That same bowl full of bloody water is next to me, the medical supplies are sprawled out everywhere, everything is the same, until I try to get up and find that my right arm and left leg have been tied to the bed. Simple fix, just need to cut myself loose with my claws.

Why fix me up then tie me to the bed? Most people wouldn't help a beast at all let alone patch one up.

Don't trust her

Why would she fix us twice why fix us twice just to kill us

She tied us to a bed. Don't. Trust. Her

I am at least going to stay and thank her this time,

As I leave the room in a pair of boxers, I can see her down the stairs watching tv on the couch. She has something around her neck...MY TAGS!

Good let me loose I'll get them back

No, I'll just ask for them back.

As I move down the stair she doesn't hear a thing so when I am practically over her, I just clear my thought. You'd swear I put an air horn by her ear the way she jumped, and her face was ghost white, it is obvious she was afraid.

"Why do you have my tags?" she doesn't respond "Why. Do you. Have. My dog tags?" still nothing, I take a step forward, she takes one back. She must really be afraid, I should try a different approach. "Are you the one who saved me?" She nods. I take a bowing knee to show gratitude, among beasts it is the highest form of thanks, and honor. I hear a trembling voice ask:

"H-how did you get your s-scars?"

Wrong subject lady, I let out a low growl instinctively.

_"_Too many to know how I got each one."

"Who'd you piss off this time?"

"What?"

"Why were you so beaten...whoever you are" She is trying to be assertive but I can tell she's afraid.

"First who are you!"

"R-Rachael, Rachael Davidson."

"Wait Davidson, as in the biggest bank in the country, Davidson?" she nods.

"Then why is such a privileged young woman living in an apartment helping near death beasts?"

"Because you saved me from those jack asses at the bar, and I don't talk to my father anymore...we had a falling out." She yells at me

"Hoho daddy issues?"

"Fuck you, judging by how bad you want these back I'd say you have some yourself." She throws the tags to me.

"Thank-you... if you don't talk with your dad how can you afford this place?"

"I'm a doctor, that's we don't talk."

"Because you save lives instead of ruin them?"

"No because I help beasts...He sees them as slaves and nothing more. I became a doctor so I could help everyone, both human, and in this case wolf."

"Thank-you then, but why save me I've never talked to you before, hell I started a fight because of you." She relaxes noticeably

"Well you did catch a knife for me, so the least I could do is patch you up, and since I saved your ass twice the least you can do is tell me your name and why you ran out of here like a maniac last time."

"Brick, just Brick, I was in an unknown place, for a reason I didn't know. Plus I didn't know if you would try something like TIE ME TO A FUCKING BED!"

"I did that because last time you ran out of here with a knife, how did you get out of that by the way?"

"Claws."

"Right..."

The silence between us grows, until finally I break it:

"So...do have a boyfriend's shirt I could borrow?"

"No all of my ex's were shorter than you -and nowhere near as ripped- plus I don't have a boyfriend." That part about me being ripped she said a bit quietly, and was she...blushing?

"What?"

"What?"

"You just said...never mind, can I trust you?"

"Well you are bandaged and breathing aren't you?"

"You'll forgive me if I don't buy into trust right away I have a bad track record with humans."

"Sure, but can I ask you a question?"

"Sure,"

"When I found you in the alley way your eyes were red...like they were painted, but now your eyes are blue, deep...blue (I'm a little creped out at how she is staring into my soul) what happened?"

Shit, I can't let her know about the blood lust

Why not

Because I don't know how she'll take it

Or you can just let me loose and let the pieces fall where they may

"I was hurt and tired; my eyes were probably just blood shot."

Great excuse genius

Shut up

"No they weren't blood shot; they were just... red, almost like they were filled with blood."

"Sorry I have no idea what you are talking about, you must be tired couldn't have been easy putting me back together." For the first time I take a look at her clothes her shirt is covered in dried blood, what I can only assume is my blood, she looks like she's about to fall over." How about we make a deal? You get some rest, and I won't move."

"How does that help me?"

"You get to sleep."

"Only if you agree another deal with me."

Shit"Sure what is it?"

"I'll tell you after I get some sleep, help yourself to some food." She then leaves to go up the stairs, and damn what a nice ass she has.

You really don't learn do you

What?

Kill her before she rats us out, or kills us herself

Why would she kill us, she fixed us

And she probably left something floating around in our chest, never trust humans

I don't think so. She's different

No she's not you're letting the little guy make the calls

Fuck you

Knew it

*stomach growls* I'm going to make something to eat

Finally a good idea

After getting some food, I decided to look around her apartment. I don't care if she is the a doctor or the daughter of a banker, this place would take a chunk out of anyone's wallet. A two floored apartment, with a full kitchen and an island, three full baths, and a living room/bar area. Everything is glass only adding to its baroness look, and if it isn't glass its cherry oak or marble. I could defiantly get used to a place like this, it even has a balcony with a nice view.

She's plotting to kill you, right now

What is with you?

I'm just looking out for us, you die, I die

She isn't going to kill us

Prove it

Fine we'll sit by her door and listen. Is it bad that I sneak up a woman's room and sit outside waiting to hear something? A bit but it's only to shut up the voices in my head (yea that doesn't sound very sane dose it?). Thankfully her door is open a crack so I can hear her tossing and turning.

See no plans to kill us, just sleep

She's not sleeping, sneak in and listen

No that's... weird, and creepy

Her hands were in your chest I think we can sit in and listen to her for five minutes

...

What I thought

_Five minutes only._It is nice having black fur I just kind of melt into the darkness making it impossible for her to spot me unless I sit in the one sliver of light. Four minutes pass, not a sound from her other than her unsteady breathing.

See nothing

Wait, there was something off about her when we talked, she's up to something

"THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!"

What

Told you

Shut up she may just have a headache

She's a doctor I think she knows what a headache is

_"_Why dose that furry jack ass keep popping up in my head?"

Does she mean me? How am I a jack ass?

The whole 'don't trust humans' or my favorite when you stole her knife and ran out

...point taken

"I'm not falling for am him...am I? No I don't even know him, I'm just grateful that he caught a knife for me nothing more. Ok I'll ask him, do it, just to get that guy off of my back...sleep sounds good let's hope I can get some this time." I wait for her breathing to steady before I move.

What did she mean? Maybe...

Get your mind out of the tits and focus on staying alive. A: she isn't talking about you, and even if she was remember what happened the last time you let a human into your life?

Krista, she was with me for two months. One night I woke up with a knife to neck and her sitting over me. She was only with me to kill me for a boxer so he wouldn't have to fight me.

And B we have a mob literally after our head, this is not the time to be a poon hound

Point taken but it is your fault we're in this mess

What can I say I have a way with people.

Maybe I should make her dinner

The fuck did we just go over

Not like that, to thank her for saving us

No so you can tap that

It isn't...

STOP every time you get attached to someone we get fucked over, you're going to die in the ring, or in an alley there's not happy ending to your story

ENOUGH!

Where are you going?

Balcony to get some air

As I look down to the street, I see a van and four men get out probably getting back from a guy's night.

Must be nice, to go out drinking just you and a few friends

What? I am I not good enough for you?

No, you're not! I'm tired of making friends just to kill them, or watch them die in the ring. I just...want a normal life.

Look with me in here and that last kill we made that ain't happening

You don't need to remind me

Are you...going soft on me? I think you are, know what'll fix that a good old killing, just run upstairs kill the bitch and all is good

The fuck is with you... we're not killing her...unless she betrays us. It hurts to admit it but she could betray us, as much as I don't want to admit it.

Finally we're getting somewhere, at least now you admit we may have to kill her

Enough air for a bit, as I walk back inside Rachael is coming down the stairs. She looks almost nervous, her fingers are entwined within each other, at least she has on fresh clothes.

"Hey Brick..."

"Yea"

What is on her mind?

Not you

...

"I was wondering if you could help me...with something... I mean you do owe me and all... but you don't hav-"

"Rachael, deep breath. What is it?"

"I was hoping you could-" *knock, knock, knock* "Who could that be?" As she opens the door I see four large men, the front one had a British accent.

"Evening love, I'ma need you to shut up, and get in this sack." He then burst through the door.

Shit not good

What did I tell you

We don't know it was her!

Just get in the kitchen grab a knife or pan then let me loose

"Hey, I just saw something run into the kitchen!"

"Go after it then, we'll go after the girl"

Rachael must've run up stairs

Yea great bitch is save now focus on keeping us safe

I stayed behind the fridge thankfully; it stuck out a bit giving me enough room to hide behind. I could hear footsteps and waited for them to get closer. Closer...closer... NOW, I swung the door open and hit the assailant with the door and while he was dazed, I bashed his skull in with a nearby frying pan. Then I heard what sounded like a silenced gunshot, then another. I look up to see a second man with a silenced gun shooting at me. I quickly duck behind the island.

This just keeps getting better

Would be much easier if you just let me take care of him

...after you take care of him will you give me control back

No promises

I can hear Rachael screaming upstairs, fine! But after this I get control back!

We'll see

With that, I let go and he takes over, I now only watch. He picks up the knife and a frying pan.

He has a gun, what are you going to do with a frying pan?

Just wait, you are going to like this

With that he stands up and throws the frying pan at the gun man, who dodged it only to be stabbed in the chest by my body. With one final gurgle of blood, he dies and I get control back.

See you have control back; I'm not such a bad guy after all

This time you gave me control back this time. Beautiful kill by the way

I'm an artist

I hear movement coming down the stairs, and a muffled scream. The other two went after Rachael and must have gotten her I can't see them yet though they haven't come down. Thinking quickly I grab the gun the man dropped.

Four rounds left

They must have seen the body because I hear a big commotion then:

"Alright ya prick come on out and the bitch won't die!"

Shit you had better not

Too late

I come out gun drawn, trained on the British one.

"Oy, aren't you that boxing pup with a bounty on 'er 'ead? Yea you are I don't forget a marked man, two bounties in one house, God I love this country. Marv head on down to the car I'll take care of the pup." The second man leaves with what I assume is the Rachael filled sack on his shoulder. "Now 'ittle pup, die!" With that he puts a round right in my left shoulder, and I duck back into the kitchen.

Whelp we're boned

I look to my left and see the door to the balcony: Not yet

Hey what are you doing? I don't like heights SHIIIIITTT!

I quickly run out on to the balcony and drop down to the next floor's balcony break through the glass and run into the hall toward the stair well.

Never. Do that. Again

Agreed

As I start down the stair well I can hear the muffled sack and the British guy on the radio:

"Marv, he jumped for it, I have no idea where he went, keep going wait in the car, 2B."

2B guess he means the parking garage

Great so we can go to 1B and get the hell out of here

No we're getting her too

Why did I ever give you control back

Because you want to save her too?

Yea this bullet in our shoulder feels so good I want another.

Well tough shit we are saving her

I follow him as he hurries down the stair, to floor 2B. Thankfully, he doesn't look behind him otherwise he would've seen me. He finally stops opens a car's trunk and throws Rachael in the back.

_NOW!_I grab him quick and put two in his head.

Good now throw the stiff in the driver's seat and wait for the other one

I know how to set a trap

After what seem like hours, the British bloke finally makes his appearance. "Oy Marv get out you know I need to dri...SHIT!"

"Too late asshole!" I grab him and throw him against the car with the gun to his head. "Now we're going to play a little game it's called 'Tell me what I want to know and you get to live.' I want to know who sent you, why you took the job, and how do you know me?"

"Shit, her father hired us," WHAT?!?! "Yea he wanted 'er out of the picture a'fore she did somethin' to embarrass the family. We took the job because it paid better than killing a world leader. I know you because I was at the bloody ring with my money on you to win. Everyone thought you were dead."

"And it's going to stay that way."

"Wait I told yo-"*Bang one in the back of the head.

Good job don't want people coming after us now do we, soooo you going to tell her?

No

OOOOOOHHH JUICY why not? Come on tell me!

Because it could help us later, besides I don't it's a good time to tell her, her dad wants her dead

After a few attempts, I finally get the trunk open and open up the sack just to get hit with a blind jab.

"THE FUCK I JUST SAVED YOUR ASS!" wait her eyes were closed.

"Wha- Brick! How did you..." She looks at the bodies, and grey matter splattered all over the car, and is surprisingly ok with it? She then looks into my eye's almost penetrating my soul, "Why would do that...just to save me?"

"No idea, guess I just wanted to make sure you were safe...because you know I kinda owe you for patching me up."

"Oh...right." Was that...disappointment, no not quite.

"You Ok?"

"Well considering I was just kidnapped then saved by an injured Adonis yea I fine." She' then stops dead in her tracks, and looks away,

Is she blushing?

"Adonis?"

"Hmm, what?"

"You said Adonis?"

"No I didn't."

"Yea you did...what's it mean?"

"Oh, ADONIS, it means uh...friend in...LATIN yea that's it"

"Friend?"

"You need me to define that one too?"

"No it's just hell, I started a fight for you, showed up in your house bleeding heavily twice and just watched you get kidnapped, and you consider me a friend?"

"Well you were there to save me twice, so yea, you're a friend."

With that, she threw her arms around me, it feels...warm... and safe, I...don't think I've ever felt this.

"OW!" She would manage to squeeze the one place I was shot.

She looks at her hands now covered in blood. "You're hurt!?"

"Yea, I know nothing new."

"What happened?"

"I got shot saving you, that's all."

She just shakes her head, "Come on let's go upstairs I'll get you patched up."

"Wait what about the bodies?"

"Don't worry I still talk with my mom, I'll have her send over a cleaner unit they'll make it look like nothing ever happened."

"Must be nice to be rich."

"Fine I'll have them send a shirt for you too."

"Thanks...I guess"

Maybe she is different

Give it time...give it time. There's still something she's not telling us, no one can be this ok with murder, kidnap, and blood. There's a dark side to her...

End of Part 1

Thanks for reading everyone, this was my first story well ever that I posted. Please feel free to comment, critique, and whatever, I will take any feedback. I'm working on part 2 now but have no idea when that'll be up.