-1Disclaimer: I do not own final fantasy, square enix or any of their creations, one day who knows but for now I as always own nothing, nada, zip, squat and many other variations of the word.
A/N: ok this story is very au, you will of course recognise the characters and some of their personalities, however some may be slightly different than normal. Now also this story may very well turn out darker than even I have pictured so bear with me if you can. Finally please read and review I really need some feedback on this to decide if I should continue or just let it slide into oblivion. As always this is dedicated to my two favourite people in the world the awesome Hannah and the equally awesome Alex, without who the little thread of sanity I hold onto would be completely gone by now.
Ok well onto the story, here we go chapter 1 number three with a bullet.
NUMBER THREE WITH A BULLET
Garden Heights a shiny new metropolis or so the ads would like you to believe. For as with most shiny new things, scratch beneath the surface and you'll find that things aren't always as they seem. For in this city bad things happen to good people, evil not only has a name it has a face. How do I know these things I hear you ask well now that would be telling. Innocents suffer, good people fall and things don't always work out but then isn't that always the way. But its not all gloom and doom some people don't let evil triumph and sometimes love does indeed conquer all. There are eight million stories in this particular naked city, this is just one of them.
She lay down and waited, looking at her watch she noticed the time was 11.59 p.m, one more minute to go she thought to herself as she took the rifle from her bag. She looked at the black rifle and smiled it had served her very well and tonight would be no exception. Taking the cover of the telescopic sight she lay down and waited, she didn't have to wait for very long because there just like clockwork she saw her target. Brushing her raven black hair from her eyes she got ready to fire.
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Tony Schivaloni or Fat Tony as he was better known, left the nightclub as usual, he was a man who liked routines and little did he know that it was this very trait which would cause his downfall. As he stood outside the club waiting for his driver, he did what he always did at this time, he lit a cigar. He smiled to himself as he inhaled the havana, he was in his own mind at least, the most important man in Garden Heights. A lawyer for the biggest mob in the city, a man who had made his first million by the time he reached twenty one and more importantly for now at least a man who had just concluded a deal which would add even more zero's to his already bulging bank account. He looked for all the world like a man without a care in the world, as he inhaled the Cuban cigar he again smiled. It was the last thing he ever did,.
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The girl looked at the obnoxious fat man as he inhaled the cigar and saw he was smiling, surprisingly this brought a smile to her own face too. However anyone who had been close enough to see her wouldn't have thought she was happy. She placed her finger on the trigger of the rifle and pulled.
"Bang"
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Tony's driver turned the corner in the mercedes and immediately saw his boss standing there. But then suddenly he heard the bang and saw him slump to the ground. He pressed his foot hard on the accelerator and sped away, not bothering to check if Tony was still alive. To tell the truth he didn't really care.
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Detective Squall Leonheart sat as usual in the bar, he had been drinking a lot lately but then again he didn't really have a reason to stay sober. He sat there looking through the files on his latest case. Two major influential figures in Garden Heights shot within two days of each other.
"Hey buddy can you turn that down" the drunk beside him said pointing to the TV.
"Turn it down yourself" the bartender shouted at the white haired drunk.
"Hey buddy could you spare me a dollar" the drunk slurred as he looked at Squall.
Squall never answered, picking up his files he walked away from the bar and headed outside.
"HEY BUDDY" the drunk shouted.
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The girl picked the rifle up and packed it away neatly, three down and two to go she thought to herself as she left the rooftop. She smiled as she walked away from the edge of the roof, she smiled and then she caught her reflection in a small puddle of water. Dropping down to her knees the smile was quickly replaced as she caught sight of the ring she wore around her neck.
"Don't worry mum, they'll all pay" she said as she took hold of the ring.
"All of them" she said smiling once more.
The raven haired girl stood back up and walked towards the exit, not bothering to look back she got in the elevator and pressed the down button, she would be long gone before the cops showed up she thought to herself. However something nagged at the back of her mind, she wondered would he be here again tonight. Leaving the elevator she walked out of the building and got into her car. She started the engine and began to drive away but again the thought wouldn't leave her head. \would he be here. She drove a few hundred yards and stopped the car. She had to know.
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Squall stood outside the bar and tried to remember where he had parked his car. He was beginning to think that maybe he had been drinking too much when he saw the black mustang was parked in the alley beside the bar. He walked towards the alley just as his phone began to ring.
"Leonheart" he said loudly into the phone.
"Sir there's been another one" the voice replied.
"Where" Squall asked.
"Outside the blue angel nightclub, you know on the corner…." the voice said before Squall interrupted.
"I know where it is, I'll be there in five" Squall said switching the phone off.
"Ok sir" Nida said before realising that he was talking to himself.
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She sat in her car and waited, it had begun to rain and as the drops fell against the windscreen she thought that maybe he wouldn't show after all. Reaching towards the ignition she saw the familiar black mustang and smiled to herself. So he did come she thought not noticing the smile that had appeared on her face as soon as she had noticed the mustang. She mobed her hand away from the ignitiion as she watched the black car come to a stop.
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"Sir this way" Nida said to Squall as he got out of the car.
Squall followed the taller man, three murders in less than a week and not a suspect in sight he thought to himself as he walked towards the body on the ground. He had his own suspicions about who was behind these murders, although he was as usual alone in these thoughts.
"It's the same as the others right" Nida said excitedly.
"Yeah" Squall said bending down to look at fat Tony's body.
"So should we start questioning people inside sir" Nida asked.
"Whatever" Squall said walking away from the other man.
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Squall had no need to ask questions, he already knew that no one saw anything. It was exactly the same as the pervious two murders he thought as he walked across the street Besides he had somewhere he wanted to check, a theory he wanted to either prove or disprove. So without even looking at the other man he walked to a building across the road. He knew exactly where he wanted to go and his heart was beating just a little faster as he entered the abandoned building.
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She watched as he looked at the body, she watched as he walked across to the building where she had took her shot. Does he know she thought to herself as she saw him enter the building.
"No he can't know" she said as she started the engine.
There was something about this particular cop that disturbed her, he had a way about him. How he looked, how he walked something about him was just not quite right she thought as she drove away.
"Who are you" she said as she turned the corner and drove away.
She knew that what she was thinking was dangerous, but then everything she had been doing for the last three years had been dangerous. She decided that despite this danger or maybe to be more truthful because of it, that she would find out all she could about this particular Detective Leonheart.
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Squall stood at the edge of the rooftop, he was right this was indeed were the kill shot had come from. It was perfect, the view of the club, easy access and an immediate escape route. He was definitely dealing with a professional, however this was the point at which he and his superiors disagreed. Bending down squall breathed in deeply, the unmistakeable fragrance of jasmine. He smiled and stood back up once again looking over the edge of the rooftop, sure now that he was indeed right in his theory.
"Who is she" he said as he looked over the edge.