After being inspired here I decided to take my own crack at the horror bit of writing, but balance it out with a little lovey dovey romance on the dark side. Not going to follow any rules just have fun and write as I feel here, a fair warning how ever...plenty of swearing and also a gurgling boat load of gore and a little bit of the old Ultra Violence for good measure here...so if your not into all that then vacate this story! Now! Though not all consuming this story WILL delve now and then into extreme violence and some times mind bending craziness and some flash backs from both the main characters. By the way I made up a new character to place in story pair with Sawyer, just a bit more flexibility. I had fun writing this chapter and I hope that you will have fun reading it, short yes but dipping my toe to test the waters of writing a type of story I've never tried so be easy...DO COMMENT and so on I LOVE hearing what people have to say, just be constructive...I have an odd writing style.

I DO NOT own Black Lagoon or any thing in this story EXCEPT for my guy I made specially for this tale, any brand names are not mine but the sole property of the owners I am just borrowing some things what ever they may be for some fun and games.

Now...on with the show!

A Dangerous Meeting

The city of Roanapur, some say hell on Earth others...call it home. Where all the worst of the worst come from murderers, thieves, addicts and many more assorted undesirables. Home to some of the biggest players in the underground, Triads, Mafioso and the like all vie to control the city locked into an uneasy and fragile truce yet playing around it under the surface like a game of chess and your life is the bet. This night is a dark one a partial moon the clouds constantly over shadowing it breaking up the pale silvery light, raining on and off sporadically cooling off the city and making for a murky fog making things difficult and even more dangerous.

A small box van making it's way through a fog choked open alleyway thudding through a large pothole black water splashing in large arcs, on the sides of the box van read the logo U.G. PORK. Sawyer other wise known to all of Roanapur as Sawyer The Cleaner. Sawyer growled at the impact it had made her bite her lip it hit so hard and she wasn't wearing her seat belt, she wiped her lip a light smear of blood came away on the white sleeve of her surgeons scrubs she cursed voicelessly. Tonight had been very busy for her and that was a good thing it kept her mind off of a myriad of other thoughts and memories she had been having lately, the rains were making clean up easier washing away most of the blood down the drains when it came down at any rate.

She had seen nothing for a while now and had started to wonder if the cities murderous denizens were taking a break, just earlier she had run into a most frustrating piece of work that involved her having to scale her trucks rear to cut the dead mans corpse from a noose from the top of a dead light post nearly slipping on the box vans rain slicked roof leaning over to cut the rope. She reminded herself next time to bring along a branch cutting tool to extend her reach, the last thing she needs to to end up fodder for the other cleaners in the city...that would be too ironic and she wouldn't want to give them the satisfaction...she was after all a Sawyer...a predator not prey.

She made a turn down a particular dark alleyway, she hated this part of town these places in this area were like a labyrinth and any nuts in the area could be hiding any where. Then just up ahead she slowed down the truck pulling up into a four way intersection that opened up a bit stopping the truck, she slipped on her rubber gloves pulled up the mask and hood on the scrubs and slipped on her goggles grabbing her adored chain saw stepping cautiously out of the truck. Scanning her surroundings quickly making sure there was no obvious signs of any one slinking around, she made her way over to the object of her attentions. A body slumped against a wall on the opposite side of the cross way, as she came close she looked it over.

He was a big man dressed in black military BDU's and boots, black wife beater tank top and a disheveled tattered leather jacket. His head was bleeding from a good gash and his clothing was soaked through, squatting down on her haunches taking a moment and noticed he was still breathing. 'A live one...hummm...cut him up and move on or back track at the end of my rout and he'll either be dead or gone...likely dead.' She contemplated to herself for a moment, her small gloved hand gripping the bar of her saw the thumb stroking the wrapped surface thoughtfully.

Sawyer stood deciding not to bother with him yet, he'd likely be a corpse on her way back any way and she didn't too much care for the idea of cutting up some one alive in this situation besides once he woke up things would get louder and messier if she did and she preferred some one not at full strength if unrestrained on her routs especially a man of this size...he wasn't fat but built like a house. Just as she was turning around a sharp pain blasted across the right side of her face hitting her hard enough to break her goggles knocking them off of her face, totally stunned it happened so fast she could not react loosing her grip on her beloved saw it clattered to the ground following her as she impacted the cracked and rough litter strewn pavement smacking the other side of her face as she landed.

"Uhhh?!"

She managed to grunt out just as a boot connected her hand barely keeping it from really breaking her face the force rolling her onto her back, another blow came to her side noisily forcing the air from her lungs along with a wheezing painful groan. Rain...lightly hitting her face soaking her surgeons mask she could tastes the familiar tinge of iron in her mouth, her own blood she coughed a sharp pain from her ribs shot through her as she did. 'Stupid! Stupid! Wasn't careful enough I should have known better, I looked away for only a moment and now I'm going to pay for it. Fuck...my saw...' Sawyer thought as she caught a glimpse of the machine, and just as quickly a booted foot kicked the saw sending it skidding until it hit the unconscious body of the man against the wall stopping.

"Uhuh...oh no you don't...you've been VERY naughty, no toys for you little bitch."

There were two of them, the man who spoke was gruff and the younger of the two it seemed he looked like one of those Italian Mafia wannabe's in an obviously cheap suit. The other man looked like a run of the mill mercenary, a Puerto Rican man with a dark tan in a loud Hawaiian shirt he came closer and looked at her a grin slowly beginning on his face.

"Holy shit Craig...I think this is Sawyer the cleaner you just clocked."

The cheap suited Craig gawked for a second and then jumped for joy, he let out a triumphant holler giving the other a thumbs up.

"Really?! you think so? Well now this should be a treat for sure, lets kill the little goth bitch then Bj."

"Uhuh...I'm not gonna be killing Sawyer the cleaner, do you know just WHO she works for you crazy fuck? We'll have the Triad and Hotel Moscow and who knows who else descending on us if we kill her..."

"Who gives a shit...oh...well on second thought I guess your right...those people I don't want to mess with, she IS their best cleaner."

Sawyer recovered quickly but received a kick from Craig to the chest that made her groan loudly in pain, if her voice was still with her she would have screamed from the point of that damned cowboy like boot digging into her chest. She looked up giving Craig a look that would have killed him if it could have her teeth gritted the straight whites how reddish with her own blood, 'fucking rat bastard...if I get my saw I am going to cut you into mincemeat.' she was more than furious but also in pain and then it got better Craig had pulled a handgun on her.

"Now now you little bitch, I might not kill you...but I could do a whole lot worse. Wanna have some fun Bj?"

Bj had lit a cigarette and looked at Craig through sunglasses, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders in dismay as he just had a bad feeling about all of this.

"Craig you incorrigible Italian thick bitch (He pronounced it eye-talian thick bitch) I don't like this, but what ever as long as you don't kill the little maniac...but what ever your gonna do hurry and get it the fuck over with."

Bj drew an AR-15 from his back and what looked like to Sawyer a patrol like walk, looking out in case any one decided to crash their little party. 'Oh great...what the hell is this stupid man thinking.' She found out a second later when Craig quick as you please descended upon her pinning her arms down hard shifting his body to avoid the intended knee to his balls from Sawyer, succeeded in mounting her stomach pinning her effectively.

"Alright! Now the fun begins...you ready for a REAL man you little goth freak? I bet your tight...can't think of a single man around that would want to touch your scary little ass."

Sawyer's eye's opened wide actually panicking a little, killing her she could handle hell even torture she could accept but this...this was some thing all together different as she struggled hard against Craig dodging his rough advances. She managed to headbutt him and hard in the nose a loud snapping noise cut through the still air along with his cry of pain followed by cracking sounds and he slapped her multiple times as hard as he could yelling, blood flowed like a faucet from his face she had succeeded in snapping the bone and she grinned as blood dripped onto her face mixing in her open flowing from her mouth from his vicious slaps.

"GAAAH! YOU FUCKING WHORE! You broke my fuckin nose! I'll teach you...just you wait!"

"Craig will you keep it the fuck down you fuckin moron, your gonna attract ever god damn psycho in Roanapur at this rate hurry the FUCK up!"

Bj shook his head taking his eye's from the scene, 'Fucking stupid asshole, why I teamed up with this dumb ass I will never know.' Bj made his way over to the man slumped by the wall and knelt down to take a look.

"Well...you look like shit buddy, sorry looks like your luck ran out huh? A comrade in arms it looks like, hum...no weapons or ammo must been looted by who ever split your wig. Oh well, we all know this is how we will end up here. Rest easy."

Bj stood and turned around hearing another cry come from Craig and his eyebrows raised in surprise, the cleaner chick some how managed to actually bite the entire tip of Crags nose clean off Bj yelled to stop him from shooting her.

"Hey dumb ass let that bitch go and let's get the hell out of here."

"Shut...the...FUCK up BJ! I'm gonna rape this piece of trash and leave her half dead!"

Craig turned back his attention to Sawyer and Bj yelled at him again, none of the three noticed that the big 'dead' man had come to until it was too late. The next thing any of them heard was the guttural starting then the deafening roar of a chainsaw, Bj was the first to take stock but too late.

"What the fuc...!"

He was literally cut off as the next thing his mind registered was the biting of the chainsaw into the side of his neck cutting like butter through his clavicle and on down through his ribcage and scapula, his body beginning a macabre jerky jig as the saws chain and guide bar powered it's way easily through bone and flesh creating a huge spray of blood and flesh arcing through the air hitting the brick wall and ground behind him his scream came gabled and like liquid.

"What in the...holy SHIT Bj!"

Craig turned with his 45 Colt and got one round off before Sawyer acted quickly and knocked the gun from his hands taking advantage of the distraction, the one round found Bj's chest cavity dead center as the big man with Sawyers saw had reacted quickly and using the reinforced guide bar to yank Bj's jerking body over to catch the round using him as a human shield. Sawyer managed to get the upper hand gaining Craig's gun and pistol whipping him as hard as she could in his teeth and then in his temple, she shot him in the hand as he reached for her with a look of mixed insanity and desperation in his eye's and another in his kneecap as she drew herself off the ground she took a split second to look in the direction of Bj and the big man just in time to see Bj fall in two separate directions along a ragged sagittal plane (vertically cut in half).

'Damn...who...is this guy?!'

She had no choice but to pay attention to the wounded and now more dangerous Craig, injured animals are the most dangerous and that went especially for humans. Sawyer could see the big man approaching with her saw the motor idling smoke puffing from the exhaust and then billowing out as he squeezed the trigger revving the powerful motor the guide bar and chain decorated in visceral crimson, she couldn't make out his face at the moment but she had to mentally note that he looked natural with it except that was HER saw. Deciding on the fly Sawyer made a gamble and switched the gun to her left hand making damn sure to keep Craig firmly in the line of fire, she reached back grabbing her electrolarynx the eye's that she managed to see weren't normal. What was in those eye's wasn't insanity or anger, she recognized it as pure barely controlled rage that she had seen before in the past.

"Hey...you. Want to finish...him off...or...do you want...me too?"

The big man didn't even respond just revved the engine on the saw menacingly, suddenly she found herself clocked out of the blue the gun swiped from her hand and connecting with her skull hard turning the lights out for her.

'Christ I am stupid...the knocks from before made me groggy...now I'm going to die for my stupidity...'

Were Sawyers last thoughts before the lights went out, she cursed herself the last thing she heard was another gunshot then a scream and the roar of her saw...she hoped at least that big guy would dice up Craig before he did her.

The sight of Craig hitting the little woman like that turned the fire in him into a raging inferno of berserk rage, for a big man he moved amazingly fast and all Craig had time to do was fire the 45 in a general direction before he felt the screaming square cut teeth at the tip of the guide bar chew into his chest melting through his sternum and turning his heart and some of his lungs into a soup. The round was off and grooved the big mans left bicep doing nothing as at that stage of his rage he felt nothing, he looked right into Craig's eyes as he moved and carved in a half moon arc through his chest cavity. Craig's final sight was that of a mans face twisted in a rage he had never seen before, and some thing else...he was...smiling? The blackness took him quickly, lights out.