Hey guys I'm back,
Finally got around to updating my fic hopefully it has improved since the first chapter. Reviews for input on what to change or focus on would be great.
I dont own Sin City Frank Miller does so bug him not me.
Chapter 2 - Trouble With the Mark
Old Town, the place where the beautiful and deadly reside waiting to make your dreams come true but that's only if you play by the rules if not then they send you packing. The rain had set in by the time I had arrived and from the look of the clouds it was going to rain all night, perfect for my work all I had to do now was find the target.
I had to find my target fast ever since mob boss Wallenquist tried to take over Wendy and Gail had kept a close eye on all the comings and goings of Old Town my presence would not be welcome. My musings were broken by the presence of three prostitutes coming around the corner weapons plain as day on their hips.
It was a risk but I couldn't duck into an alley now that they had seen me so I began to walk shaking my hair from its combed back state it now hung around my face preventing anyone from getting a clear look at my features. As the ladies passed I turned my head my eyes locking with theirs I gave them a brief smile and a nod which they returned one even eyeing my body through my soaked shirt before continuing down the path.
I began to avoid open streets the further I went in sticking to alleys and back streets when this failed I used the rain to cover the sound of my footsteps as I slipped by groups of prostitutes all the while watching my back for the deadly shadow called Miho. After thirty minutes I found the target walking his beat straight to his pick-up point, the man was a fool he was so sure of himself each step he took had swagger his eyes looked straight forward with no hint of suspicion.
This job was getting worse by the minute first the rain had lessened so I had to place more effort into watching where I was walking so that I would not alert my target, his attitude bothered me as well no police officer walked through Old Town not since the disappearance of Jack Rafferty. My paranoia was beginning to build I was about to walk out on the job when the target approached his contact, they looked around before heading into a nearby alley.
Sliding into the alley I hid behind a dumpster sliding my hand to my 1911 pistol I strained my hearing to try and catch the conversation that was going on between the officer and his contact soon I caught a snippet of their conversation.
"The….try….don't…boss…...money."
That voice I knew that nasally voice anywhere the Pencil what was he doing here, drawing my pistol I stepped out of my hiding spot and drew a bead on the officer before putting a bullet between his shocked eyes along with a bullet to his corrupt heart. I soon changed targets to the Pencil.
"So I have been setup is that what's going on." I said my cold voice snapping the blood splattered man back to reality.
"Ah Rain nice to see you holding up your part of the bargain." The Pencil said slowly wiping the police officer's blood from his cheek.
I frowned at his strange choice ofwords before swiftly turning to point my gun at two approaching thugs. Both had a bead on my chest, slowly I lowered my 1911 obviously both outnumbered and outgunned I had to be smart about dealing with this situation. The Pencil soon moved between the thugs a smug smile gracing his lips, my blood was beginning to boil as I schooled my features giving no hint that I was bothered by my current situation. This swiftly wiped the smug look off his face, it now contorted in a show off anger his eyes glinting with suppressed menace.
"Why the setup? This is bigger than just one dirty police officer it appears" I said hopefully playing off of the man's ego so he might let slip the name of his employer.
"Of course this is bigger than one police officer Rain my employer wishes to have a larger slice of territory and humiliate that fool Wallenquist by appropriating the very thing he failed to."
Each word this man spoke grated on my nerves but each word gave me time to formulate a plan each word therefore was a nail in his coffin. While the Pencil was speaking I observed my surroundings the rain had returned pounding hard on all four of us, this lowered the thug's visibility that will have to get close to finish me. The ground was slick with waste and water a man could fall very easily if he wasn't aware of his footing and above me just inside my field of vision shadows on the rooftop were moving we were not alone.
The thugs closed in on me within arm reach before levelling their handguns with my chest whereas Pencil remained at a distance obviously waiting for further backup to arrive which soon arrived in the form of two more thugs. Neither drew their weapons instead they positioned themselves beside Pencil.
"With the death of that officer and my testimony the whores of this disgusting place will either have to hand over their territory to my employer or be mowed down by the police and you will fade away nothing but a memory." He said a smile dancing upon his lips the whole time.
"May I have two requests before I fade into the rain?"
"Depends on the requests" Pencil replied.
"First who is your employer and may I comb my hair?" I asked my voice barely carrying across the rain.
"To your first request my employer is mob boss Gorshkov and to your second request you may but do it slowly no sudden moves."
Nodding I slowly reached into my sleeve removing my comb with careful strokes I pulled my hair back with each stroke I slid my thumb across the spine of the comb revealing a hidden needle coated in venom. With blinding speed I snapped a punch to the nose of the thug to my left his nose crunching beneath my fist as my newly acquired weapon sank into the other thug's neck effectively nicking his carotid artery. Within seconds his body was going into seizures and his companion lay still on the drenched asphalt.
Soon the alley fell into chaos as bullets from Pencil and his backup began to riddle the bodies of their former compatriots, using left thug as a shield I drew my SP22 and unloaded a full clip from the cover of his body. Dropping the thugs body I hid behind a dumpster changing the clip I inched closer to the edge sneaking a peek to see who was left, four bodies littered the alley, to my disappointment none were Pencil.
"Damn you Rain why couldn't you just lie down in the gutter like you should." Pencil called out over the din of the rain the idiot compromising his location like the nimrod that he was.
Slipping out from my hiding place I made my way past the bodies of the thugs to the dumpster at the end of the alley. Without disturbing the dumpster I climbed on top the rain dampening the stench rising from its depths, watching Pencil from above watching and waiting till he felt safe enough to look around the dumpster to my previous location. With acrobatic precision I flipped over the top of Pencil landing on the balls of my feet I sprung forward my heel connecting with his back launching him onto the bodies of his now deceased back-up.
By the time Pencil had scrambled of the dead bodies and turned my SP22 was placed firmly between his eyes but his were not focused on me but rather what was behind me, I stiffened as I felt the cool kiss of steel to my neck. I didn't even need to look to know that woman behind me was the deadly Miho but if she was here then that meant that either Wendy or Gail was nearby ready to give a nod and end my life.
"Oh fuck me." Was all Pencil could say before we were soon surrounded by prostitutes all with a bead on either me or Pencil.
"Держите ваш рот закрытым и не вызывайте их!" I hissed at the soon to be bullet ridden body before me.
"Кто - ад то, что сука с мечом и почему мы не мертвый все же?" The idiot demanded
His eyes quickly identifying how bad the situation we were in but before I could speak another word a new voice carried over the rain clear and beautiful.
"Well what have we got here I hope for both of your sakes that this isn't what it looks like"
The woman that the beautiful voice belonged to swayed through the rain, the dim lights above us illuminating her for both Pencil and I to see, her skin mocha brown, hair spiked and black as the night sky and her curved form hidden behind straps leather and high boots and gloves who was better known as Gail. The Pencil quickly decided that he would survive longer by framing me and falling into the prostitutes hands then kneeling in filth infested alley with a gun barrel between his eyes.
"My name is unimportant who you should be worried about is this man here his name is Stanis..."
Pencil never finished his statement instead it was drowned out by the fire of my Sp22 and his body hitting the cold hard ground but my actions did not please my captors instead the steel on my throat began to dig into my neck. Blood welled at my neck and began to trail down the katana my blood mixing with that of Pencil and his cronies, I lowered my gun arm relaxing my entire body as I did so not wanting to provoke those around to begin firing on me.
Gail began to walk towards me all the guns trained on me for any sign of aggressive action towards their current superior, the rain had lessened to a drizzle allowing the light to flicker and dance across the alley. I had to fight the urge to shake my hair to obscure my face if I did I was quite sure that the blade at my throat would kill me, Gail was now an arm lengths away from me her eyes taking in my now obvious Russian features.
"Miho please escort our guest to the base I will go find Wendy so that we can properly question him." Gail's voice was clipped and cold.
Miho then patted me down for further weapons before collecting my original guns and with a light taps from her blade to my throat directed me to their base of operations a large dilapidated building with a large balcony. With several raps to the door the distinctive sound of several locks being unlocked was heard before the door opened and with a tap between my shoulder blades I began to walk into the building my thoughts soon returned to the rain and I spoke one word before entering the building.
"Трахнитесь"
More Coming your way
-Final Silence
Translations For the Russian
-Keep your mouth shut and don't provoke them!
-Who the hell is that bitch with the sword and why are we not dead yet?
-Fuck
