"I would… I mean… I wouldn't… ever, ever double cross you… I… I swear!"
Sweat dripped from the short, male's mud-brown feathers as he fumbled over
his words.
With an exasperated roll of her eyes, Deja pushed herself up from her leaning position on the cement wall and sighed, "Jimmy… Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy… I want to believe you… I really do." Pulling out one of her razor sharp Sias, the silver haired duck continued, "But, I just have this gut feeling that your lying to me." The woman's voice was patronizing, cold and filled with a deadly edge.
The pudgy, balding drake fell to his knees and clasped his quivering hands in prayer position. "Please, Dej… you know I would never, NEVER do anything to like that! Not to you!"
"Really?" Deja arched an eyebrow as she took a smooth step towards that cowering male.
"R…really! We're friends… you and me… old friends..." He then added in a convincing tone, "Good friends."
Like a flash of lightning, she had Jimmy picked up by the shirt collar and shoved against the wall, "Rumor has it, you've got new friends now, Jim." Her voice was hardly above a lethal whisper and her eyes burned with hatred. "Friends of the law enforcement variety."
"Me?" He choked out, "friends?… You're my only frie…"
"Can the bull shit, Jimmy!" Deja growled darkly as she tossed the brown drake across the room and on to his messed up desk.
Jimmy rolled roughly off the disheveled desk, scrambled to his feet and took up a defensive position behind his large desk chair. Attempting to regain some shred of his masculinity, the drake tried to place a fierce look upon his face, though it ended up coming out more as an expression of dimwitted pain than cruelty. "All right… so I may have been doing some business on the side, big deal."
"Big deal?"
As she walked up to the desk, Jimmy began to maneuver himself around the opposite end, attempting to elude the nearing Deja. Seeing this as his only chance to escape her anger, he pushed the big chair towards her and bolted for the office's thick, wooden door. However, Jimmy had only run a few feet when he felt a burning, ripping pain in his left leg that caused him to drop to the ground in utter agony. "Aarggghh!!!!" He screamed hoarsely. Placing his chunky hand upon his thigh, Jimmy felt warm, thick blood gushing out of him in all directions.
"No place to run, Jim," Deja said cruelly as she walked slowly towards him, an evil expression on her face, and a Chakram, held loosely in her hand. Crimson blood dripped slowly from the metallic boomerang-like weapon, "It's time to pay for your sell out."
Attempting to hold his wounded thigh and inch his way towards the door, Jimmy Faconie felt he was truly a drake in trouble. He knew, that when he had made the deal with Detective Draven, that there was a good chance it would come down to this. Then again, Draven was the most terrifying detective he had ever met, and what he had said, chilled a cheap thug like Jimmy the very marrow of his bones.... ....
... ..."You'll die in there, you know?" Draven had said, "The murders in prison'll rip a sniveling little, shit like you apart… literally, barehanded."
"You cops got nothing on me, Draven," Jimmy had said cockily, stuffing a donut into his gaping beak.
At that comment Draven only smirked and leaned in closer to Jimmy. In a sadistic yet slightly amused whisper the detective had spoken Jimmy's most heinous and filthy crimes to him as if he had watched Jimmy commit every one of them, personally. "You mean 'us cops' don' know how you molested two thirteen year-old girls n' had one a' your little thugs dump their bodies in a hole in a frozen lake? Or how you sell Meth to kids in fourth grade, jus' to get um' addicted early? Do I really have ta' mention killing your ex-wife… or her family?"... ...
… … Combine detective Draven's knowledge with the fact that Jimmy was a trademark coward, and there really was not much of a choice but for him to tell the cop anything he wanted to know.
So he'd spilled everything, how he had hired an assassin to 'take care' of a few things for him, who he had had her kill, and why. In exchange, Draven had allowed Jimmy to keep his freedom and his nightclub. However, looking back on things now, Jimmy felt that he would have preferred prison to being butchered by Deja.
"Please," Jimmy begged, his eyes going wide as she attached her Chakram to her belt, and pulled a large Sia from her belt. "Deja… don't do this…"
Effortlessly, she flipped the Sia around in her hand, "What did you tell him, tubby?" Deja asked in a low growl, placing her Sia into killing position at Jimmy's throat and kneeling down on his bleeding leg.
Jimmy winced in pain, "Ow…. I told him everything, who you killed for me, how I hired you… all of it!"
"And... ..?"
"And, he already knew… he told me he'd been looking for you for years….said that he figured you could have done better than working for garbage like me!" Jimmy yelled his words in agony as Deja increased the pressure on his wound.
Digging her weapon in to the drake's throat slightly, Deja raised an eyebrow, "What was his name… this… detective?"
With a scream, Jimmy yelled, "Draven, detective Draven!"
In one quick, elegant movement, Deja got up off of Jimmy and placed her Sia back into its sheath upon her hip. "You're scum, Jim, absolute sewage, you know that?"
Opening one eye in surprise, Jimmy nearly passed out in relief at seeing Deja standing on the other side of the room. "Yeah," he breathed in relief, "scum… sewage." With a great deal of effort, the drake managed to get to his feet and limp over to his desk chair. "Glad to see you changed your mind, Dej…" he panted, "I knew you wouldn't do it." Jimmy continued to speak and he poured some whisky onto his wound to sterilize it. "See, as much as you hate to admit it… we need each other you and me… …"
"Draven..?" Deja murmured the question to herself, leaning against the cement wall behind her, and completely ignoring Jimmy. "Draven..? Could it really be him?" After all of these years she was surprised that she could still picture his face, but, there he was in her minds eye as though she had seen him only yesterday. Axe Draven, tall, built, Blond, malevolent and deadly. But what was he doing in Malland? Not to mention as a Detective…. …
"Hey, Deja… you listening to me?"
Deja's musings were suddenly interrupted by the sound of Jimmy's overly friendly voice. "What," she asked him through an exasperated sigh, "do you want now?"
Patting his freshly dampened wound, Jimmy smiled, "I was saying how we're gonna look back on this in ten years and laugh." Taking a swig from his bottle, the drake leaned his large frame backwards in his desk chair and placed his lacerated leg up on a near by stool.
"You're half right, Jim," Deja said nonchalantly, as she turned towards him and gave a long, luxurious stretch.
A look of confusion crossed Jimmy's pudgy face, "Uh, how do you mean, darlin'?"
"In ten years I'll look back on this and laugh, you won't." Like a coiled rattle snake, Deja pulled one of her Sias from her belt and hurled it at Jimmy, piercing his heart and sending him toppling over backwards in his chair.
The large gangster made no sound, save for the thud of his chair hitting the ground. Jimmy was too shocked to attempt to speak, as blood trickled from his beak and his eyes began to slowly close. Vertigo set in as Jimmy's body slowly started to die… his head swam, the pain is his chest and leg dulled to a tedious, heavy throbbing. There was a rasping in his lungs as Jimmy's breath slowed and his heart nearly ceased beating.
In a second, the drake's killer was kneeling by his side pulling her weapon from his chest. "No one double crosses me, Jimmy… no one. But consider this piece of advice for your next life… never lie to a woman, we always find out."
At the sound of her voice, a small gurgling noise erupted from Jimmy's throat, however, that was the last sound that the drake would ever make. Swiftly, Deja swept the blade of her Sai across his thick throat, ending his life in one, simple movement. Jimmy's raspy breathing ceased, and all in the small office was silent save for the thud of the music coming from the nightclub in the next room.
After his last breath had come, Deja quietly stood, opened the office door, and slipped out into the crowd of drakes and strippers. "Good bye, Jimmy… you raping piece of shit," she said quietly as she wiped his blood from her blade and traversed her way through the mass of ducks in the packed nightclub.
With an exasperated roll of her eyes, Deja pushed herself up from her leaning position on the cement wall and sighed, "Jimmy… Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy… I want to believe you… I really do." Pulling out one of her razor sharp Sias, the silver haired duck continued, "But, I just have this gut feeling that your lying to me." The woman's voice was patronizing, cold and filled with a deadly edge.
The pudgy, balding drake fell to his knees and clasped his quivering hands in prayer position. "Please, Dej… you know I would never, NEVER do anything to like that! Not to you!"
"Really?" Deja arched an eyebrow as she took a smooth step towards that cowering male.
"R…really! We're friends… you and me… old friends..." He then added in a convincing tone, "Good friends."
Like a flash of lightning, she had Jimmy picked up by the shirt collar and shoved against the wall, "Rumor has it, you've got new friends now, Jim." Her voice was hardly above a lethal whisper and her eyes burned with hatred. "Friends of the law enforcement variety."
"Me?" He choked out, "friends?… You're my only frie…"
"Can the bull shit, Jimmy!" Deja growled darkly as she tossed the brown drake across the room and on to his messed up desk.
Jimmy rolled roughly off the disheveled desk, scrambled to his feet and took up a defensive position behind his large desk chair. Attempting to regain some shred of his masculinity, the drake tried to place a fierce look upon his face, though it ended up coming out more as an expression of dimwitted pain than cruelty. "All right… so I may have been doing some business on the side, big deal."
"Big deal?"
As she walked up to the desk, Jimmy began to maneuver himself around the opposite end, attempting to elude the nearing Deja. Seeing this as his only chance to escape her anger, he pushed the big chair towards her and bolted for the office's thick, wooden door. However, Jimmy had only run a few feet when he felt a burning, ripping pain in his left leg that caused him to drop to the ground in utter agony. "Aarggghh!!!!" He screamed hoarsely. Placing his chunky hand upon his thigh, Jimmy felt warm, thick blood gushing out of him in all directions.
"No place to run, Jim," Deja said cruelly as she walked slowly towards him, an evil expression on her face, and a Chakram, held loosely in her hand. Crimson blood dripped slowly from the metallic boomerang-like weapon, "It's time to pay for your sell out."
Attempting to hold his wounded thigh and inch his way towards the door, Jimmy Faconie felt he was truly a drake in trouble. He knew, that when he had made the deal with Detective Draven, that there was a good chance it would come down to this. Then again, Draven was the most terrifying detective he had ever met, and what he had said, chilled a cheap thug like Jimmy the very marrow of his bones.... ....
... ..."You'll die in there, you know?" Draven had said, "The murders in prison'll rip a sniveling little, shit like you apart… literally, barehanded."
"You cops got nothing on me, Draven," Jimmy had said cockily, stuffing a donut into his gaping beak.
At that comment Draven only smirked and leaned in closer to Jimmy. In a sadistic yet slightly amused whisper the detective had spoken Jimmy's most heinous and filthy crimes to him as if he had watched Jimmy commit every one of them, personally. "You mean 'us cops' don' know how you molested two thirteen year-old girls n' had one a' your little thugs dump their bodies in a hole in a frozen lake? Or how you sell Meth to kids in fourth grade, jus' to get um' addicted early? Do I really have ta' mention killing your ex-wife… or her family?"... ...
… … Combine detective Draven's knowledge with the fact that Jimmy was a trademark coward, and there really was not much of a choice but for him to tell the cop anything he wanted to know.
So he'd spilled everything, how he had hired an assassin to 'take care' of a few things for him, who he had had her kill, and why. In exchange, Draven had allowed Jimmy to keep his freedom and his nightclub. However, looking back on things now, Jimmy felt that he would have preferred prison to being butchered by Deja.
"Please," Jimmy begged, his eyes going wide as she attached her Chakram to her belt, and pulled a large Sia from her belt. "Deja… don't do this…"
Effortlessly, she flipped the Sia around in her hand, "What did you tell him, tubby?" Deja asked in a low growl, placing her Sia into killing position at Jimmy's throat and kneeling down on his bleeding leg.
Jimmy winced in pain, "Ow…. I told him everything, who you killed for me, how I hired you… all of it!"
"And... ..?"
"And, he already knew… he told me he'd been looking for you for years….said that he figured you could have done better than working for garbage like me!" Jimmy yelled his words in agony as Deja increased the pressure on his wound.
Digging her weapon in to the drake's throat slightly, Deja raised an eyebrow, "What was his name… this… detective?"
With a scream, Jimmy yelled, "Draven, detective Draven!"
In one quick, elegant movement, Deja got up off of Jimmy and placed her Sia back into its sheath upon her hip. "You're scum, Jim, absolute sewage, you know that?"
Opening one eye in surprise, Jimmy nearly passed out in relief at seeing Deja standing on the other side of the room. "Yeah," he breathed in relief, "scum… sewage." With a great deal of effort, the drake managed to get to his feet and limp over to his desk chair. "Glad to see you changed your mind, Dej…" he panted, "I knew you wouldn't do it." Jimmy continued to speak and he poured some whisky onto his wound to sterilize it. "See, as much as you hate to admit it… we need each other you and me… …"
"Draven..?" Deja murmured the question to herself, leaning against the cement wall behind her, and completely ignoring Jimmy. "Draven..? Could it really be him?" After all of these years she was surprised that she could still picture his face, but, there he was in her minds eye as though she had seen him only yesterday. Axe Draven, tall, built, Blond, malevolent and deadly. But what was he doing in Malland? Not to mention as a Detective…. …
"Hey, Deja… you listening to me?"
Deja's musings were suddenly interrupted by the sound of Jimmy's overly friendly voice. "What," she asked him through an exasperated sigh, "do you want now?"
Patting his freshly dampened wound, Jimmy smiled, "I was saying how we're gonna look back on this in ten years and laugh." Taking a swig from his bottle, the drake leaned his large frame backwards in his desk chair and placed his lacerated leg up on a near by stool.
"You're half right, Jim," Deja said nonchalantly, as she turned towards him and gave a long, luxurious stretch.
A look of confusion crossed Jimmy's pudgy face, "Uh, how do you mean, darlin'?"
"In ten years I'll look back on this and laugh, you won't." Like a coiled rattle snake, Deja pulled one of her Sias from her belt and hurled it at Jimmy, piercing his heart and sending him toppling over backwards in his chair.
The large gangster made no sound, save for the thud of his chair hitting the ground. Jimmy was too shocked to attempt to speak, as blood trickled from his beak and his eyes began to slowly close. Vertigo set in as Jimmy's body slowly started to die… his head swam, the pain is his chest and leg dulled to a tedious, heavy throbbing. There was a rasping in his lungs as Jimmy's breath slowed and his heart nearly ceased beating.
In a second, the drake's killer was kneeling by his side pulling her weapon from his chest. "No one double crosses me, Jimmy… no one. But consider this piece of advice for your next life… never lie to a woman, we always find out."
At the sound of her voice, a small gurgling noise erupted from Jimmy's throat, however, that was the last sound that the drake would ever make. Swiftly, Deja swept the blade of her Sai across his thick throat, ending his life in one, simple movement. Jimmy's raspy breathing ceased, and all in the small office was silent save for the thud of the music coming from the nightclub in the next room.
After his last breath had come, Deja quietly stood, opened the office door, and slipped out into the crowd of drakes and strippers. "Good bye, Jimmy… you raping piece of shit," she said quietly as she wiped his blood from her blade and traversed her way through the mass of ducks in the packed nightclub.