Title: Freedom is Relative
Summary: As one rescue mission become botched, Rufus is forced to make a decision: save the Turk he grew up around, save the Turk who makes him laugh, or leave them to their own fate and hope that they can make it out alive. Thankfully, he has some help...
Warnings: Any and every thing.
Note: This is a teaser. The next chapter, if wanted, will be around four thousand words.
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Dark eyes narrowed through the rain as he held the unarmed man to the alley wall. "Say one word," he hissed darkly in the other man's ear, "and I will slice your throat." Releasing the other man's throat, he silently pulled a blade from his thigh holster, ramming the sharp blade into the other's throat when he suddenly opened his mouth wide. Sneering, the Turk twisted the blade, not caring at the spurt of blood that hit his face. Tugging the blade free, he watched as the man slumped to the ground while clutching at his gaping throat, one hand reaching of the discarded gun on the ground. Clicking his tongue, the suited man stepped down on the dying man's hand. "Here I was hoping you could be of assistance and you try to scream and shoot me? This could have been avoided..."
Leaning down, he murmured darkly in the man's ear, "May you find solace in death." Looking blankly at the man, he slowly pushed the bloodied blade into his chest, watching as the rain attempted to wash away the blood as fast as it emptied from the other's chest. Removing the blade, he wiped it clean on the man's face before sheathing it and stalking down the alley. Footsteps silent under the pounding rain and lightening that cracked overhead. Dark hair plastered to his head as he walked towards the large building, unaware of the crimson shadow that lurked on the ceiling above him.
Walking to the building, he silently scaled the building, lifting himself up with the thin vines that lined the rock walls. Slipping into an open window, he looked around the dark room, eyes narrowing as they adjusted to the darkness. Weapons lied scattered about the room as blood, both dry and fresh, splattered across the walls. Carefully removing his blade from the leather holster, he crept out of the room and into the hallway, ducking back into the room when a man nearly collided with him.
"Son of a bitch!" The guard yelled as he burst into the room, not even seeing as Tseng plunged the blade into his back. Collapsing to the floor with a gurgled sound, the man fumbled for his gun. The Turk moved to restrain the man, eyes widening at a sudden surge of power from that man. Grunting when he was knocked onto his back, the Wutaian drove his knife into the man's stomach. Warm blood splattered onto his cold, rain-drenched suit as he pulled the blade free and forced it into the man's throat, dragging it across the fragile skin and cutting his throat open. Closing his eyes against the blood that poured over his face, he flipped them over, sinking the blade into his chest over and over again until the man stopped moving. Wiping his blade clean, the blood splattered man rose to his feet before calmly leaving the room.
Walking out of the room, he smoothed his bloody hands through his mussed, wet hair. Gripping the blade loosely, he headed through the narrow hallway, following the sounds of pleading screams as he walked past locked doors until he heard swearing.
"What do we say?" He muttered loud enough for the other man to hear.
"Get me the fuck out of here!" A man shouted in return.
"Wrong answer."
Continuing down the hallway, he paused at the sound of familiar humming.
"What do we say?"
"We say I owe you a blowjob if you get me out of here, Bossman!" the familiar voice called back.
"Good answer," Tseng said as he picked the locks as quietly as he could. Smirking when the door unlocked, he silently opened the door, oblivious to the figure that crept up behind him. "Can you stand?"
"Of course, yo!" Reno said with a grin as he slowly rose to his feet. "Just am handcuffed, yo" he said while grinning at the drenched, blood-coated brunette. "You've seen better days, huh?" Aquamarine eyes widened when he noticed the figure standing behind Tseng in the dark hallway. "Fuck!"
Pain stretched across his chest as the sudden pop of a gun went off. Vision swimming with pain, the brunette spun around, swinging out and slicing the assailant across the face. He staggered as another loud pop filled his ears, the screaming behind him sounding muffled as new pain erupted farther south. Swinging with the blade again, the Turk grunted when metal collided with his temple, sending his body crashing to the dirt floor. Swirling shades of black and gray filled his vision until lightening suddenly cracked overhead, illuminating an out-of-focus face. The last thing he saw was the barrel of the gun before he kicked out, knocking the man off of his feet.
Scrambling for the dropped gun, Tseng did not see the boot coming until it was too late. Gasping for air, the Turk gripped his throat. Grunting at another kick to the face, he could make out Reno screaming something before he could make out a soft click and a flash of light as the world as he knew it faded rapidly into darkness.
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