Thought I'd try something new. Let me know if you want me to continue and I will write something else for this.
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Raven is crying, sobbing so violently that he can hardly make out a word of what she is saying. It scares Charles more than anything has in a long time.
"Darling, please calm down."
His strong, witty, bubbly sister, reduced to tears on the other side of town for a reason he can't even begin to fathom. "Just tell me what happened. We can fix it, I promise-"
"N-no, you can't. You can't fix this, Charles," she sobs.
Charles presses the phone to his ear so hard his knuckles turn white. "What happened?"
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The Outfit. The mob. The actual mafia.
Charles is an educated man who likes to think he knows enough about almost every aspect of life. He has in fact known that there is organized crime in the city, has read about it in the newspapers or heard people in bars mumbling about suspicious incidents, deaths and disappearances more than once. But he has never known just how close to his personal little bubble it was thriving.
The drive to the ports didn't even take him thirty minutes. Thirty minutes away from his comfortable bachelors flat that he occasionally shares with stray cats and a wayward little sister, even closer to his occupation at the hospital where all of his colleagues and friends are working right this moment –and yet, standing out there in the dark, surrounded by large, empty factory buildings and feeling eyes following his every move, he couldn't feel farther from home, from safety.
There is a sound behind him - feet shuffling? Metal? He whirls around, heart skipping in his chest. For a second instinct takes over, yelling at him to run, to get to safety before it's too late.
His feet won't move though. He can't run. He can't abandon his sister.
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Erik Lehnsherr sighs in irritation at the commotion outside the door of his office. There are voices, loud and distracting.
He growls, strong fingers clenching around the pen he was just using. Didn't he specifically demand quiet? He is trying to work here. What the fuck are his men doing out there?
"No, I need to see him! Your boss, I need to speak to him!" A voice he doesn't recognize and that doesn't belong to his men.
He arches an eyebrow at that. No one has an appointment to see him tonight, much less anyone he can think of who would so adamantly demand to see him. Most people he deals with are usually trying to avoid seeing him. That of course is due to a reputation that he is rather proud of. He makes his living being frightening. Next to deadly and efficient of course.
The raucous outside doesn't cease, instead growing louder. Now, truly annoyed, he throws down his pen and stalks over to the door. Who the hell is that, daring to interrupt him? Apparently there is one person in this town left who hasn't gotten the message about not annoying Erik Lehnsherr yet.
Well, that can be remedied. Looks like someone wants to end up with the fish tonight.