Chapter 2: The Black Dragon
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Jerry walked out of the pawn shop that day with a good chunk of change in his pocket from selling one of the watches and two of the rings. The rest were cheap knock-offs they probably bought from, Turk Barrett.
On his way out he bumped into someone, he looked back at the person and he was taken back on how cute she was. She was a Japanese looking girl with a pair of tight black sweat pants that showed off the right amount of curves and her top was covered by a brown leather jacket.
Her personal features were something to swoon over. She had long black hair that went down to her mid back, but her eyes were very unique, her left one being deep brown while her right eye was deep blue.
She was a cutie pie in Jerry's eyes.
"Sorry, beautiful." Jerry chuckled. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?" She pulled out her earbuds Jerry didn't even notice and smiled at him.
"Sorry, Japanese, no speak English to well." She giggled nervously.
He knew she was bullshitting him. The owner of this place couldn't tolerate people who couldn't speak English, but she didn't want to be bothered so he left her alone. He had enough problems as it was, he didn't need to involve some poor girl in his shit list.
"Oh, um, Gomen'nasai?" He said, trying to apologize in Japanese.
"Yurushi." She smiled before turning around with a small wave, before entering the store. Jerry didn't miss the eye roll.
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Jerry made it back to his apartment building with coffee and donuts and as he walked down the hallway he could hear the smoke alarm going off in his apartment. He rolled his eyes and fumbled for the keys in his pocket, but before he could stick the key in, the door swung open and he was face to face with Kelly who was coughing up a storm.
Smoke started to pour out of his apartment and into the hallway. Kelly stepped out, not caring that she was only wearing a blue tank top and black panties and a pair of uggs on her feet. Jerry raised his eyebrow and smiled at the girl who was coughing up a lung.
"For me, you shouldn't have." He chuckled in between coughs.
"I was scrambling some eggs and making bacon, but your piece of shit stove set fire to it all." She grunted out. "Who the hell still has those stupid flames stoves?"
"Half the population of America?" He shrugged while staring at her butt. "Sexy outfit by the way, but if you want to woo me, try sexy lingerie and heels with a steak and beer dinner, not runny eggs, burnt bacon and your P.J.'s."
She flipped him off behind his back and he stepped into his smoky apartment. He set the coffee and donuts on coffee table and he started opening up the windows in every room. Then he went to the kitchen to take care of the stove and the burnt breakfast on his pans.
"Where did you learn to cook?" Jerry asked. Kelly stepped in and pushed him out of the way of the dishes.
"My mother and I'll have you know I can make a hell of an omelet." She scrapped at the pans violently as she spoke. "Don't blame me, you're the one with a filthy stove and rusted pans."
"They came with the apartment." He chuckled. He made his way over to the donut box and pulled out a glazed one for himself.
After the business with the Cartel and Blackwell, Jerry moved Kelly into his apartment. It was off the record and he always paid his rent in cash, so hopefully no one would find him at least anytime soon.
"So, your mother was a chef?" Jerry said. He didn't know what to make of all this. He was never really popular with the ladies and having one half naked and cooking him breakfast was a huge leap in his love life. She walked into the living room, wearing his blue plaid bathrobe.
She took her donut and coffee and plopped down on his recliner and propped her feet up on the leg rest.
"She was a hardworking waitress." She mumbled with a mouthful of donut. "The better question is how you are still alive?" She noticed a subtle flinch from Jerry, but he just kept his composure.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
She shot up from the recliner and stomped over to the couch. She lifted up the couch cushion and found the two raging bull .44 magnums he got off of Yin and Yang. She grabbed the inox one first then the black one. She threw them on the table and placed her hands on her hips.
"I saw those two guns shoot you point blank in the head, twice!" She snapped. "But here you are!"
"They missed."
"Don't bullshit me." She snapped back again. "What happened?"
"I can't die, okay?" He shrugged. She just gave him a wide eyed stare and flexed her hands up in annoyance.
"You can't die, okay." She sighed. "Fine, don't talk to me."
Jerry didn't say anything after that and he started to chow down on his next donut. He heard something soft land on the floor, he looked over to see he robe on the floor and Kelly, now in her undies again, moving over to his stereo.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." She said in a sweet tone. She bent her knees and stuck her rear out giving it a little wiggle as she turned on the stereo. Sensual music started to fill the apartment and Kelly started swaying and moving to the music. "Just relaxing."
Jerry rolled his eyes and downed his coffee, but Kelly was not about to give up. She sauntered over to the loveseat and she started running her hands over her breast and down her stomach before stopping at the edge of her top. She delinquently pinched the ends of her top between her fingers and thumbs and slowly lifted it up slowly exposing her toned stomach. She had a small diamond piercing in her bellybutton and Jerry couldn't help but stare. She stopped pulling up the shirt just at the edge of her breast only showing a little side boob.
"Honey, I admire the effort and your belly piercing, but I didn't want you coming with me to begin with. So it will take more than a dance to get me to spill my guts." He chuckled. That's when Kelly sat down on his lap and she started to grind her hips into his groin.
Jerry slapped down both of his hands hard Kelly's ass causing her to yelp before being thrown down on the couch. Jerry got up from the couch just as someone started knocking on his door.
"Kelly, stop it!" He shouted. His mind was racing and his pants were getting tight and the asshole that was pounding on his door was not helping. "Look, maybe you should just go home to your mother while I take care of things here." He walked over to the coffee table and picked up his new black magnum and approached the door. Kelly felt hurt at that remark about leaving. She quickly stood up from the couch and stomped on Jerry's robe as she made her way to his bedroom.
Jerry pulled the hammer back on his magnum and just as he was about to grab the door handle a loud shot rang out through the apartment. The center of the door now had a huge gaping hole in it and Jerry was sent flying back across his apartment and crashed on top of his coffee table crushing it into pieces.
Kelly rushed out from Jerry's room and she was shocked to see a man dressed in black body armor and a ski mask standing over Jerry. He was armed with a Spas-12 pump action shotgun. Jerry tried to climb up on his couch and get a better aim at the stranger, but the man quickly aimed his shotgun at Jerry's head and opened fired, sending him flying across the room again and crashing through the window.
The man watched Jerry's body go limp on the window ledge, blood was pouring down the walls from the broken glass. Kelly didn't waste any time and shut the bedroom door and then she ran to the bathroom shutting and locking the door.
Kelly jumped when the stranger fired again, most likely breaking down the bedroom door. She could do nothing now but wait for Jerry to hopefully come back. She heard the man's footsteps approach outside the door.
"I'm sorry it has come to this, but I have no choice." The man said. Kelly could even hear some sincerity in his voice. "With your death I will finally have my freedom. If you were in my shoes I know you would understand."
From the other side of the door, the stranger cocked his shotgun and aimed it at the door lock. Just before he could fire, Jerry had grabbed the barrel of the gun and pulled it away from the door. The stranger was surprised to see Jerry alive after being shot in the face with a shotgun and impaled on glass.
"Surprised, dickhead?" Jerry raised a stun gun and quickly pressed it against the stranger's throat. He sent nine thousand volts of electricity into his body. Now it was Jerry's turn to be surprised.
The man was cringing in pain and foaming in the mouth, but he was not going down. The stranger glared at Jerry through his mask and with a powerful thrust he sent both of them through the bathroom door. Kelly screamed as the two rolled around on the floor.
The stranger grabbed a sharp piece of wood and jammed it into Jerry's left shoulder. Jerry shouted in pain and lost his grip on the man, allowing him the opportunity to be kicked off of the stranger and sent into his room.
The man pulled out a desert eagle from his holster, but Kelly jumped on top of him from the bathtub and struggled to get the gun from his grip. The stranger was able to easily flip Kelly over his shoulder and onto the hard floor, but before he could make another move he felt the barrel of his shotgun pressed hard against the back of his head.
"Drop it!" Jerry snarled. "Or I'll blow your fucking head off!"
The man looked down at Kelly and he slowly set the gun down on the floor. Kelly quickly reached for it and aimed it at the man. Jerry ordered the man to back out of the bathroom and move into the living room. He sat down on the recliner and both Jerry and Kelly stood before him, aiming his guns at him.
"Who the hell are you?" Jerry demanded. The stranger reached up to the top of his ski mask and yanked it off, revealing a young Caucasian man with spiky black hair. Jerry noticed a single bang hanging over his forehead and he had to stop himself from fixing that eyesore.
"You can call me, The Black Dragon." He stated.
"I'll just stick to, Asshole." Jerry said, shaking his head in annoyance. "Who sent you?"
"I think you know." Black Dragon said in a neutral tone.
"You know for a hired gun you don't seem happy to be doing this, what's your angle?"
"How are you alive?" He asked. Jerry aimed the shotgun at his head.
"Why are you here, who are you and why didn't you fall down when I tazed your ass!" Jerry shouted,
"How are you alive after being shot twice with a shotgun and impaled on glass?" He shouted. Kelly gave him a snarky look and leaned into his ear.
"You know, he does seem like a tit for tat person." Kelly chuckled. "You show him your, he'll show you his."
Jerry glared at her and she gave him a playful smile. Jerry pulled off his torn up hoodie and pointed at the stab wound from earlier. "Watch."
He picked up his magnum from the table and raised it to his temple and pulled the trigger. Kelly let out another scream and Black Dragon jumped when Jerry committed suicide. Only when he blew his brains out, he didn't fall, but stumbled as he stood up and revealed that not only was he still alive, but his stab wound was gone. Neither he, nor Kelly knew what to say.
"How?" He asked.
"I regenerate when I die." He stated nonchalantly. "A gift from my father. That's all I know. Now talk."
Black Dragon let out a heavy sigh, he still did not believe what he just witnessed, but held up his end of the bargain.
"I have a high tolerance to pain and Sophia Blackwell hired me." He explained. "She called me two days ago and we had a sit down at her strip club. She told me how you two killed her personal bodyguards and her business partners' top men and organ stealer."
"Earlier you said something about freedom, what did you mean by that?" Kelly asked.
"When I first started out doing what I do, I worked for my cousin, a man by the name of Antonio Rodriguez. He started out as a well-respected partner of the black wing drug cartel. I worked for him, mostly killing rouge members and other competing members. They were sick bastards, so who cares, right?" He shrugged. "I never killed anyone innocent and they paid big money for it and I was good at my job."
"They why are you trying to kill me and Kelly, she's innocent in all of this." Jerry snapped.
"My wife, or at the time fiancé, she saw something she wasn't supposed to and she wanted to expose all of them and Antonio wanted me to kill her. He actually wanted me to kill my own wife can you believe that shit!?"
"I take it you didn't do that?" Jerry asked skeptically.
"Of course not, but I didn't exactly leave quietly." Black Dragon snapped. "I took my wife and I've been on the run ever since. I was hoping that he would either die or get arrested and they would just forget about me, but I haven't had such luck. Blackwell called me up and made me an offer, both her and Antonio. I kill you two and tie up her loose ends and I go free."
The word loose end started ringing through his ears. Blackwell tried to kill him because of his interest in the girls, so why would she use the double crosser of her business partner to try and kill him.
"Let me ask you something, how do people contact you?" Jerry asked Black Dragon.
"I find them and leave them some information, mostly a card with my number on it." Dragon informed them. He tensed when he started to get his own wheels spinning. "But I never gave her a card. I just assumed she got it from some other lowlife who hired me."
"You know, I remember when the Devils Kiss first opened a lot of cartel members were the ones who attended that night." Jerry explained. "Then the other night I killed a few well respected men of the cartel Blackwell worked with. Did this, 'Antonio', ever tell you personally that if you kill us, then your debt is forgiven?"
"No, but now that you mentioned it if you killed both of Blackwell's men and Antonio's gang along with his doctor then that is more of a loss for him then her. He's lost a professional organ donor and two hundred grand. He won't care about some expendable girls and a couple of grunts." What Dragon was saying was making more sense by the minute. "What if in order to tie up loose ends, she aimed for me to kill you and sell me out to Antonio."
"I think you might be right." Kelly said from across the living room. The two men noticed her standing by the broken window and they both got up to see what she was looking at.
Down below, six cars pulled up on the side of the building and the trio watched as multiple Mexican gang members stepped out, each one armed and storming the building. "I don't think you will be getting a clean slate anytime soon."
"That bitch." He snapped. "You help me get out of here and I'll help you burn that bitch's bar down to the ground." Jerry contemplated that offer for a moment. This man just killed him less than ten minutes ago and now he was offering him a chance for revenge. If this were a normal situation they would all be dead right now, but seeing as how he was essentially immortal he decided to give the scumbag a second chance.
He was a husband after all.
"You got a deal." Jerry said. He tossed the shotgun at Dragon, who caught it and instantly started reloading. Jerry glanced at Kelly who was still in her underwear. "Get dressed we leave in two minutes." She nodded and tossed Dragon's eagle on the couch, making her way to the bedroom. Dragon collected his piece and Jerry collected his magnums and the bag he brought from the pawn shop. He unzipped the bag and pulled out a Mac-10 with an extended clip and fitted with a scoped sound suppressor.
"Nice gun." Dragon remarked.
"Kurt Russel used this gun in, Escape from New York. I saw it and it screamed my name." Jerry chuckled, before taking cover behind the busted down door. Kelly stepped out of the bedroom in a blue hoodie and black jeans and her hair was now tied in a ponytail. Jerry handed her a .38 and the trio started to make their way out of the building.
"I have a truck parked behind the building, let's take this way." Dragon led them down the left hallway and towards the stairs, but halfway down the hall the doors burst open and three cartel members greeted them with AK-47's.
Dragon shot first and took down one member while Jerry used his Uzi to pump the other two full of led. They were ready to go down those stairs, but they could hear an army of them coming after them. Jerry turned them around and led them to the elevator, but that only opened up to reveal four more members. One of Jerry's neighbors opened the door next to them and he threw both Kelly and Dragon inside to cover them.
"There goes our escape route." Dragon grunted. Jerry looked up to see a woman and a baby standing next to them.
"Kelly, get these two into their bedroom and tell them to call the cops." Jerry reloaded his Uzi and took a quick peak outside, only to get shot at from both sides.
"What do we do now?" Dragon asked. "We could try to kill them all, but even if we weren't in a narrow hallway with heavy rifles on each side I'm pretty sure the cops will get here before we even make a dent in their numbers."
"There's an apartment a few doors down from here." Jerry leaned out and fired a few rounds at the gunmen for cover. "I get high with those neighbors from time to time and I noticed they have a fire escape that leads into the back of the back alley."
"What's the plan?" He asked him. Kelly came back from the mother's room and the thee could finally work on getting out of the building.
"You cover the rear and I'll lead the way," Jerry explained, pulling out his magnum. "Keep shooting and don't stop until we make it to B-4. You got it?"
"Got it." Jerry turned to Kelly.
"You got it?" He asked her. She looked like she was gonna throw up, but she held it together long enough to nod.
Jerry nodded back and he quickly aimed his Uzi out the door and sprayed bullets all over the hallway. Dragon stepped out after him and emptied his shotgun down the opposite end of the hall, tearing half the hallway to pieces.
When Jerry's Uzi ran out he grabbed his magnum and shot the lock on the door and tackled his way through the door. Kelly and Dragon followed behind and Jerry made his way to the fire escape.
The trio scrambled their way through the window and down the dirty ladder. Dragon took off for the armored Hennessey Velociraptor pickup truck. Jerry took a seat in the passenger side and Kelly sat in the back. "Sweet truck!"
"Thanks." Dragon started up the truck and sped off out of the back alley and into the streets. Gunfire was raining down on them from all over, but they were like flies on the windshield when it came to Dragon's truck. Once they made it to a safe distance, Jerry started to speak up.
"So listen," He said while trying to catch his breath. "Blackwell has some connections in this city so I figure if we find those connections we can squeeze them for info, we squeeze them for info and that will get us closer to wiping your debt away or wiping out the cartel, deal?"
Dragon looked between the road and Jerry's hand for a few moments before reaching out and shaking it.
"My real name is, Drake Winston." He said. "No one knows that except my wife and Antonio."
"And no one knows about my little gift except you and Kelly and my father."
Drake nodded and drove the truck deep into slums of New York.
