Meep! Hello all! :3 I just want to give a shout out to my fav reviewees, My BIG SISTER Phantominthemists, and Vermy! (Yeah, sorry hon, I'm not gonna bother spelling it out because…I CANT! XD)
Just a heads up for those of you who have been asking me if this will tie into Bittersweet; YES, it will; but this is mostly centered around Faith, and of COURSE Shocker. If you see any differences between Turn Around and Bittersweet; it's most likely because we're going by Faith's point of view and not Sophia's.
Enjoy!
***LM***
"I commend you three for finding the rat in my company last week." L. Thompson Lincoln crooned from his desk, drumming his fingers against each other and looking over towards the three hired mercenaries that stood before him, focusing intently on every word that he had to say. "But getting rid of one pest doesn't cover everything. After all; the reports I have been getting from some of my people have been strange at best." The pale man narrowed his eyes dangerously and continued to drum his fingers together.
"Keep alert, because you may be hearing from us soon once again."
"Some'a the boys have been slippin' up in their squabbles." Hammerhead growled, punching one fist to another. "Somethin' we've been needin' ta look inta."
"No Worries, Chief." Montana replied, nodding seriously and narrowing his eyes. "The enforcers are only'a call away."
"Good evening, Gentlemen." Lincoln replied, lightly waving a hand in the air in dismissal.
The three men nodded, before turning and heading out of the room. Montana lightly rubbed his still bandaged arm and tried to move it once more. Despite the strict orders from the hospital, he had been eager to get his full motion back from his arm, and he wasn't about to just let himself slip up just because of an injury. In all reality, he felt that he needed to get faster and tougher to AVOID such an injury again!
The man scoffed at the dull pain he felt in his shoulder, and glanced back towards his partners, frowning. "Next time one'a Silvermane's lackeys walks inta the Big Man's turf, we don't go so easy on 'im."
"Uh-huh, I know that's right." Fancy Dan replied, crossing his arms and frowning. "He didn't get far though, so that's one less for tha old geezer, Silvermane."
"Humph…" Ox frowned and looked down towards his allies, looking like he was pondering.
"Ox is right. We need ta keep toughening up." Montana looked back to the front and glanced down at his bandaged arm, narrowing his eyes. "I suggest we get back ta main base and keep training. Another slip-up like this may put us outta business."
"Speaking of business." Fancy Dan looked over and frowned. "The Big Man's got a business meeting coming up next week, as well as a gala later on this fall." The man looked over towards the leader of the group and raised an eyebrow. "Remind me why the enforcers are gonna be there?"
"Only one actually GOIN' is me." Montana replied, looking back and frowning. "You two are patrolin' the area. Somethin' about Silvermane's daughter taking over his gig, since the creep is in prison."
"Oh wonderful. So we're up against a chick huh? Should be easy pickings." Dan replied, waving a hand in the air.
"Jackson Brice never fights with girls, 'less they fight first." Montana responded, frowning. "I ain't about ta get bested by a female; same time, I ain't about ta be any less of a man."
"Chivalry huh?" Dan smirked. "Guess you should do the same for your new angel."
Montana narrowed his eyes and stopped walking, giving his partner a death glare. "Watch yer words, Dan. I owe a lady a life debt, yes." His eyes got even more dangerous. "But I ain't about ta let that get in tha way of my responsibilities."
Fancy Dan put his hands up, his smirk still on his face. "I know chief, I get it. I ain't about ta accuse ya of not livin' up ta ya responsibilities. Still, the chick was rather easy on the eyes, dig?"
Montana frowned at the statement…and then made a motion with his hand. "Just get movin'." He responded, continuing to lead the two men out of the building.
He pursed his lips slightly and frowned. This all being said, he did have a new responsibility. He owed said woman a life debt, and he wasn't about to go back on his word. He had always said his whole life, 'If a man's a man, he honors his responsibilities.'
Now this strange woman comes out of no-where and saves his life…
…guess that added a new responsibility to him.
No matter. Chances were she would do nothing to get in the way of him being an Enforcer for the Big Man.
***PV***
"The Peninsula has been very well known for offering stability and luxury to its guests. That coupled with efficiency and security, it makes the hotel more than just another pretty face!" The manager smiled as he showed Faith and Lizzy though the halls of the busy hotel. Both girls were looking around at their surroundings in awe.
They had once taken a cruise with their friends Becky and Mary, AND had rode first class…but THIS was over-the-top luxury! Just seeing how immaculate and expensive everything was, made Faith afraid to even TOUCH anything!
Lizzy looked over the structure of the building and was impressed. Every single detail of the building was carefully planned, immaculately clean, and looked ready to cater to even a Prince! How they jumped this far from Tennessee to New York was beyond her, but being a part of the Army for five years would defiantly keep her ready for the trials that she may have to endure.
Faith, on the other hand, was a different story. She had started off with small simple lodging places, and had NO idea that her bosses would be so impressed with her that they would recommend her to such high places.
It was really…intimidating.
"Sir? If I may ask…What sort of clientele do we cater to here?" Faith asked meekly, slightly holding up her hand in question.
Before the manager could make an answer, a sharp scoff was heard to their left. "Pah. You're kiddin' right?"
Both Faith and Lizzy looked to their side, seeing a sharply dressed young man standing to the side of the group, his arms crossed, and a haughty look on his face. The man was looking the newcomers over and he seemed rather unimpressed by their arrival.
"How can you start work at the Peninsula and NOT know the kind of people that we serve?" He scoffed once more, waving a hand in the air and motioning towards the grand lobby of the hotel. "Just look down there. Important dignitaries, Over-seas representatives, Military generals." He made a second motion towards the lobby, motioning towards a particular figure that was sitting in a chair in a dignified manner. "EVEN L. Thompson Lincoln uses our facilities for important gatherings."
Faith and Lizzy both looked downwards, their mouths opening in shock at the sight of the VERY important New Yorker, who was patiently waiting, a man with a country hat standing above him with crossed arms and looking around the area. Well, if L. Thompson Lincoln himself was here…then that sure spoke the significance of the hotel that they were fixing to work for didn't it? Faith paused, trying to get a good look at Lincoln's body guard.
…He looked…familiar…
"Well…we're certainly not in Tennessee anymore." Lizzy joked lightly, patting her sister on the shoulder and offering her a smile to try and ease the moment.
The new man merely scoffed at the statement, and then looked towards the Manager. "Joe, I do NOT understand why you brought girls from Tennessee, when you could have EASILY gotten any New Yorker to take the management training jobs!"
"Now, Tony. One of these girls will be working security while the other does Management training." The Manager smiled and loosely waved a hand in the air. "Besides; I find them charmingly rustic."
Tony rolled his eyes slightly and let off a small scoff, before making a motion with his hand. "Sir, Speaking of L. Thompson Lincoln, he and his bodyguard are ready to look over the preparations of the meeting being held this afternoon."
"Ah yes of course!" Joe looked back towards the two women and smiled. "Miss Elizabeth, please head down to basement level and ask for a Marcus Stringer. He will direct you to your new role as Human Resource officer."
"Yes Sir." Lizzy nodded professionally.
"And miss Faith! Do join Tony and myself in welcoming Mr. Lincoln!" Joe smiled and placed his hands behind his back as he descended the stairs. "I'm sure he will be pleased to meet a friendly face!"
"Pah. Friendly and uneducated." Tony muttered under his breath as he and Joe started down the stairs.
Lizzy watched as the manager left, and then looked back towards her younger sister with a slight concerned look when Faith put a hand to her forehead, as though she were slightly dizzy. "Sure you'll be ok?"
"I'm fine Lizzy; It's not like I'm going to donate again for half a year." Faith replied slightly, waving a hand in the air.
"Yeah, well…" Lizzy crossed her arms and frown down at the retreating men. "You know where to find me if you need me." The young woman looked over and patted her sister's shoulder in support, before turning and proceeding to head down one of the halls towards human resources and security.
Faith smiled as her sister departed…then proceeded to let out a small sigh as she herself began to descend the stairs.
Lizzy was right…this WASN'T Tennessee anymore. No, this was an absolute NIGHTMARE for her! If anything, she would have LOVED to join her friend Becky in working for the cruise line; however, she had a minor difference with her friend. While Becky liked tropical sunsets and the smell of salt-air on a sandy shore; Faith preferred the smell of pine, and being around charming California mountains. It made NO sense, considering she had been cooped up in Tennessee for the past ten years.
Faith pursed her lips and tucked her jet-black hair behind one of her ears, glancing once more towards Joe and Tony as she finally reached the bottom of the staircase. The men that they were talking to…one of them seemed extremely strange, while the other…looked familiar.
…Where had she SEEN him?
"As always, Mr. Lincoln, we are thrilled to have you with us today." Joe said welcomingly, offering his hand to the important dignitary, who smiled and graciously shook the hotel manager's hand. "The specific preparations are not quite finished yet, but I assure you, they will be ready for the big meeting you have planned."
"Thank you Mr. Loach." Lincoln replied pleasantly, placing his hands behind his back and motioning towards the man beside him. "If I need anything, Mr. Brice here will see to it."
"And we're just as happy to have you as well, Mr. Brice" Joe said, offering his hand towards Montana, who merely tipped his hat in reply, a serious look on his face. The hotel manager retracted his hand and pursed his lips for a moment, before brightening up and making a motion with his hand, as he noticed Faith slowly approaching the small group.
"Mr. Lincoln, allow me to introduce the Peninsula's newest member, Faith Harel"
"Ms. Harel" Lincoln greeted, taking noticed of the nervous air that the young lady was giving off. Faith swallowed slightly, before offering a smile towards the important man, as well as offering her hand.
"Mr. Lincoln. It's a privilege to meet you."
"Likewise, my dear."
Joe smiled towards Faith, before looking back towards the important man and putting his hands together professionally. "Now then, Mr. Lincoln, shall we discuss the arrangements you would like for these dignitaries?"
"Indeed. There are many little changes, that shouldn't be too difficult for your staff, Mr. Loach."
Faith tuned out the important men talking, finding herself staring at the rugged looking man in front of her. He looked…SO FAMILLAR, but where on Earth had she seen him before? The lady paused when her hazel eyes met his brown eyes and she quickly looked down to avoid staring…by the looks of it, he was studying her as well.
The woman shifted slightly at the feeling of being watched. Maybe she should really get back towards the front desk and continue her trainin-…
…wait…
Faith paused, and then glanced up very slightly to look back at the man that stood before her. Those eyes…that rugged chin…that hat…
Oh! It was the man who she had called an ambulance for two weeks ago!
He looked…BETTER! Ok, he had a slight bandage on his wrist, but for someone who had been knocking on death's door, he had his color back and looked…strong. Faith had to look back down again and try not to stare. At least this man had a second chance at life…that was what mattered…
"…Faith! I'm speaking to you!"
"Wha-" The woman jumped slightly and quickly looked towards Tony, who was looking rather irritated. She winced and put her hands together professionally. "I'm sorry- What did-?"
"Really! Is this how you're going to treat important dignitaries?" Tony scoffed, making a motion towards L. Thompson Lincoln and the Manager. "I said you need to show these fine gentlemen to the business area!"
Faith paused and tensed up, looking taken aback by the order…before hesitantly making a motion with her hand. "B-…but sir; I don't know where—"
"Oh that's right, your still the newbie." Tony growled, rolling his eyes and turning towards Lincoln and smiling more professionally. "My apologies, Mr. Lincoln. Unlike our young new addition, I would be more than happy to assist you." The man made a motion with his hand and started walking. "If you both would follow me, and please excuse her."
"It is quite alright." Lincoln replied curtly, nodding in Faith's direction, before following Tony towards the stairs.
Joe frowned slightly…before looking towards Faith and patting her shoulder. "Don't mind him, dear. Let's get back to your training." Joe looked up and nodded towards Montana. "Good Day Mr. Brice."
Montana stayed behind for a moment and nodded towards Joe slightly, before he glanced towards Faith, whose shoulders slumped slightly. The young lady pursed her lips slightly, before looking towards him for a moment…then nodding respectfully. "…Have a nice day, sir…" she said quietly, turning and following Joe for the front desk.
Montana watched her leave for a moment…before turning and following his boss as well as their guide, striding up the stairs and glancing back for a brief moment.
"…ya know, it ain't real gentleman of ya ta bully a little lady like that." He mused, his eyes turning back to the front and placing his hands behind his back as he reached the top of the stairs. Tony paused and looked behind him, a slight laugh leaving him, to which Montana did not smile to.
"Be assured sir; if that newbie is going to learn anything; she needs to learn it the tough way. Everyone learns the tough way here." Tony replied.
"…wouldn't be surprised if she outranked'cha next time we do business here." Montana replied seriously.
Tony gave Montana an insulted look…before smiling. "Trust me sir…that's not going to happen." He replied, opening a door for both of the men and letting them inspect the business area.
***SW***
"Look! I'm tellin' ya the truth! I ain't trying to stiff the Big Man; but EVERY time we managed to even GET to a score; that SpiderMan is always sniffing us out!" A thug practically flailed his arms and made motions towards the windows.
"He just started appearing out of no-where and now he's messin' up all of our gigs!"
"Pah! All of that sounds like a lot of dog-doo ta me!" Hammerhead growled, pacing threateningly around where the thug was seated, a glare of darkness in his eyes. "If ya ask me, the things yous been tellin' me don't sound…sincere."
"I'm not kidding! Believe me!"
"Ya send us anotha report like this, and yer gonna be in for'a world'a pain."
"But—"
"Now scram. And NO funny business!"
***AP***
Lizzy let off a content sigh as she walked out of the bathroom with a robe and a towel around her head. Though the apartment was still taking some getting used to; the amenities that they were enjoying were AMAZING! At least THIS apartment didn't run out of hot water so quickly that she and her sister had to wait an hour between showers!
Rubbing her hands together, Lizzy made her way to the living room and smirked when she saw Faith still stuck in the kitchen doing the dishes.
Most probably she enjoyed playing in the water. Quickly, Lizzy pranced over for the TV remote and snatched it up quickly, before powering on the TV and plopping herself on the long couch that their Grandfather had bought them.
MAN it was nice to have a Grandfather who spoiled them!
"Hey Faith! Cats 101 is on 52, and Bait Car is on 55; which one should we watch?"
Lizzy waited for a moment…before blinking and glancing back behind her, wondering why her sister hadn't answered yet. By the sink, Faith held on to a dish and scrubbed it…and scrubbed it…and scrubbed it some more. It looked like she had been in that position for five minutes.
"Faith?...Hey! Faith?...You ok, kid?"
Faith made no reply; if anything, her dazed look only got even more zoned out. The young woman merely stared at the dish she was scrubbing and pursed her lips. The past few weeks at the hotel had been…wonderful…and terrible at the SAME time! She had caught on to her duties, she knew proper concierge procedures, emergency procedures, many guests were happy with her…
…but none of that really washed away how she felt about-…
"FAITH!"
"Wha-" Faith jumped and gasped, quickly looking over towards her sister with a spooked look. "What?! What is it? What happened?"
Lizzy made a strange face at her sister, before standing and walking over towards the kitchen. The girl glanced in the half-empty sink, and then looked back towards her younger sister, putting her hands on her hips. "I've called you at LEAST five times in the past minute and a half." Lizzy reported, reaching over for the sink and shutting the water off. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine" Faith replied lightly, looking back towards the dish that she was scrubbing, despite the fact that the water had been turned off.
"Uh-huh." Lizzy frowned and gave her sister a sarcastic look, before reaching over and firmly placing her hand over Faith's. "What's wrong?"
Faith let off a sigh and frowned towards her older sister, who looked rather firm…before setting the dish down and drying off her hands. "Listen, we've been at the hotel for almost a month; and it's been nice…Great clientele…wonderful atmosphere…amazing pay…"
"…but?" Lizzy made a motion with her hand for her sister to continue.
"…I can't ignore all the insults that Tony has been giving me!" Faith leaned against the wall and huffed, looking away. "Joe SAID he was going to talk to him, but it's only got worse…he's like a racist for STATES or something."
Lizzy frowned and crossed her arms sternly. "Faith, I told you; If you don't stand up to that jerk, I WILL."
"No! I don't need him hounding on me even MORE than he already is!" Faith protested, a scowl on her face. "I worked hard to get here, and I haven't been bothering him." The girl huffed and shook her head slightly, her own arms crossing. "I can't understand why he doesn't like me just for coming from Tennessee."
"Maybe he's had bad experiences." Lizzy suggested, her frown still on her face. "But that shouldn't give him any right to harass you."
"Lizzy-"
"Listen Faith" Lizzy frowned and put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "If you don't do something about this, I will…understand?"
Faith moved to protest…but sighed lightly and nodded slowly. "Fine."
…RING!...
Both girls paused and looked to the side as Faith's cell phone went off. Faith pursed her lips and went over, reaching out and activating the phone, putting it against her ear. "Hello?"
"Faith! I wanted to tell you that your sister left her tablet at the hotel! I know tomorrow and Thursday you're both going to be off, do you want me to ask Tony to hold it for her?"
Faith paused and then grimaced lightly. "N-No, I'll be right over to pick it up; I shouldn't be fifteen minutes."
"Ok then, I don't get off for another hour."
"Thank you Mr. Loach."
Faith lowered her cell and hung up, before looking towards her sister and smirking. "Guess who left her shiny new tablet at work?"
Lizzy paused…and then smacked her forehead. "I KNEW I was forgetting something! Ah man…let me get dressed and I'll-"
"Oh please, you JUST got showered!" Faith chuckled and headed for the door, grabbing her purse. "I'll grab it and be back in a flash!"
"Yeah, last time I heard that, you ended up donating two units of blood and slept ALL DAY the next day." Lizzy muttered, crossing her arms and giving her sister a sarcastic look.
Faith flushed and frowned. "Hey! I saved a life! Besides, it's only TWO subway stops away! I think I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Positive!"
***MH***
"I'm Positive that it's gotta be some kinda new way ta try an' stiff the Big Man" Fancy Dan said, twirling his staff as the trio casually made their way through Central Park. The dark man made a few more moves with his weapon to try and loosen up. Montana had ordered that their training be intensified no thanks to the encounter that they had gone through almost a month ago.
Meant less hours for everything else, but MAN was it worth it.
"Humph."
"I agree with Ox." Montana replied, his thumbs in his pockets, and a stern look on his face as he continued to walk. The rugged man narrowed his eyes and glanced back towards his partners. " s'always best ta keep our eyes open; conciderin' the slip up we had last month."
"I ain't disagreein'" Fancy Dan replied, twirling his staff, and then letting it rest against his back as he raised a hand up slightly. "But still…a supahero with spider powers? Seems a bit farfetched ta me."
"It is a bit…interestin'." Montana agreed, his attention turning back towards the path they were taking back towards the city and narrowing his eyes in focus. Many of the Big Man's thugs had been complaining about a vigilante clade in red and blue, who possessed powers like that of a spider. Apparently the bug had been a thorn in the Big Man's side for the past two months…at the same time, the Big Man couldn't credit the reports.
He himself found it hard to believe. Maybe these thugs were trying to keep the take for themselves. No matter; once the Big Man found out just WHAT the problem was, the Enforcers would be there to…well…enforce the Big Man's law. That was the way things were; and those lower thugs would have to learn either the easy way or the hard way.
If they didn't, then that meant more business for the enforcers, which was PERFECTLY fine with him.
Montana paused and looked up as they approached the subways and noticed a young woman exiting the station, looking absorbed in her phone and clutching her purse as though she expected someone to bother her at this late hour.
The enforcer's eyes narrowed as he studied her features…
…yup. That was her.
"Boys, you get to the port and make ready the supplies for more trainin'…I'll catch up." He said, glancing towards his two partners and frowning. "If Mr. H calls, lemme know. I'll be more than happy ta rough up some of them dishonest thugs."
"Sure thing, boss."
"Uh-huh"
Montana watched his partners descend to the subway, before turning his head…and heading off in the direction he had seen the lady walk down.
Faith wasn't paying attention to anything behind her…or in front of her for that matter. Even though she had been in Manhattan for nearly a month, the twists and turns of the city were still overwhelming. Thankfully her phone had Google Maps, which was a MIRACLE worker according to her. Not only could it pin point where she needed to go, but it also let her know where she was so she could GET to where she needed to go.
Still, it constantly repeated the directions, and if she tried to take a short cut, it would recalibrate at LEAST five times…
Man. Technology was amazing AND stupid at the same time.
"Come little children, I'll take thee away…
Into a land of enchantment…
Come little children, the time's come to play…
Here in my garden of shadows…"
The young woman let her thoughts drift off as she softly sang, and she found herself thinking about Tony…
…What was his problem anyways? If he told her to do something, she did it…if he complained, she fixed it…if he wanted something…she'd get it…
How could she show him that she was just there to do her job?!
Faith let off a sigh and looked to the side for a moment. Just the other day, she had gotten the pleasure of running into one of the scientists that she had bumped into the first few days she had been here.
…What was his name?...Ollie Octagon?...No no, Otto Octavius…yeah, that sounded better.
Apparently even HE got talked down to…and she had given him the SAME advice that her sister had given her. Wow…time to practice what she preached right? Faith put a hand to her head and sighed as she continued to walk. Why did people not care about each other anymore? It was obvious that Dr. Octavius was just trying to do his job…
…likewise…she wanted to do hers.
Man the world was SO unfai-
"URCK!"
Faith let off a yelp as she felt someone GRAB the scruff of her shirt from behind and found herself forced to a halt. She almost screamed…only to see a bright red car ZOOM past her, right over the spot that she had almost been in. Faith's eyes widened and she panted a few times, feeling her entire body tense up at the sight…
"…Ya know, ya shouldn't lull even yerself into a restful sleep when wanderin' the streets'a the city."
Faith gasped lightly and quickly turned around, seeing L. Thompson Lincoln's bodyguard behind her. "Oh-! Oh Mr. Brice!" she quickly grimaced and put her hands together professionally. "Th-…Thank you sir-…I wasn't-"
"Ya wasn't payin' any heed ta the traffic." Montana replied, leaning on his left leg and placing his hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow at the woman. "Not a smart idea iffin yer gonna walk Manhattan at night."
Faith paused and grimaced at his accusation, before clearing her throat and offering him slight smile. "Well I suppose I'll have to keep myself alert from now on, Mr. Brice…thank you for your help."
"Mr. Brice was muh grandfather." Montana replied, tipping his hat slightly. "Name's Jackson."
Faith paused at his statement…and smiled slightly more. "Well I'm very grateful that Mr. Lincoln has officers like you on his force. I'm…glad to see that you're doing much better."
Montana glanced towards his shoulder for a minute, before gazing back at the young lady before him, who was nervously fiddling with the phone in her hands. Obviously she wasn't comfortable with the city at night. Rightfully so too; still, if she was going to live in the most dangerous city in America…
"I suppose I got you ta thank, Little Lady. Took care'a me well." Montana replied, tipping his hat once more, and smirking at her. "Though I ain't impressed with how yer takin' care of yerself. Seems ta me ya need a few lessons from an expert"
Faith blinked at the man's statement…and let off a slight scoff, placing her hands on her hips. "Listen, sir. I know I'm new to Manhattan, but I'm still learning. Obviously I need to be more alert; but I saved your life, and in return you saved mine. You're very honest, sir; thank you. But now we're even, and I can continue to learn as I go."
Montana scoffed at Faith's response and he shook his head slightly. The way she looked at him sternly made him want to laugh. She obviously had potential in her to be a real fighter; though chances were her lack of experience was defiantly a hinder. "That ain't how it works, Little Lady." He replied, making a motion with his hand and raising his eye brows. "Helpin' ya cross the street doesn't hold a horse whip to what'cha have on me."
Making a face at the man's heavy southern accent, Faith frowned and crossed her arms, trying to look firm. "Well listen…I'm glad you're alive. Your life is valuable and I wouldn't have done anything differently." The woman paused and then continued, taking a step up. "But I'm fine! You don't have to do anything for me!"
Montana made a face at the young woman…and then let off a scoffing laugh. "Oh I think I do, little lady." He smirked at her and raised his hat slightly, motioning towards the street she had tried to cross. "I'm surprised a sweet little thing like you has even MADE it this far; though I reckon a lot of it is the credit of that tough sister'a yers." The man chuckled and shook his head. "Really, I reckon you wouldn't last three days on yer own."
Faith paused at his statement…and flushed, uncrossing her arms and taking a few steps towards him, prodding her finger against his chest.
"Oh and YOU'RE the expert after you got shot and had to be dragged to the hospital courtesy of me? You nearly DIED, and you're calling ME the amateur! THAT makes perfect sense!" She returned to crossing her arms and scowled.
Montana paused at her statement and looked down at the shorter woman before him in surprise. Her little outburst showed some promise…but he could SEE her body shaking from stress. No doubt she was thinking that she would have to run away from him soon. Montana chuckled lightly, reaching down and gently pressing his trigger finger against her nose, making her tense up. Smirking at her, the man leaned in slightly. "Actually It DOES make sense, iffin ya look at it the right way little lady."
"My NAME is Faith."
"Well then, Fay." Montana smirked…and gently flicked her nose. "Consider yerself muh personal responsibility."
Faith flushed darkly as the man smirked more, and proceeded to turn and walk off into the city night. The woman stayed perfectly still for the next few moments, watching the stranger coolly retreat, as though the conversation had not phased him one bit.
The woman bit her lip slightly, and then let off a small moan.
…oh…WHAT had she gotten herself into?
***DS***
Uh-oh! Looks like Faith has gotten herself into an unintentional pickle! :3 Anyone sense anything?
"Children of the Night" Copyright is not mine, and to be honest I have NO idea where it does!
Oh! The name for Otto Octavius curtesy of my dear friend Vermy XD
