Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum, BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!
ITS HERE! CHAPTER 4 COMING AT YOU AND I HOPE YOUR READY BECAUSE,
Warning there arm examples of "somewhat extreme" language present in this chapter,
So if you hadn't bothered to read the story description don't say anything negative about it
ITS THE MOB!
oh also there's blood
Old man wicker stared up defiantly into the eyes of his assailant, his broken arm beginning to throb and swell. But the weathered store owner held his tongue, unwilling to give this criminal the satisfaction of hearing him moan in pain. Chat noir just continued to smirk at his expense however, "Well Mr. Wicker, now that you've calmed down let's talk about my proposal for you" the gangster began, squatting down to his height, the cat on his shoulder eyeing the older man.
"You see, I have quite a bit of cat supplies laying around and I really need a place to put them" he explained, "and it turns out that your wonderful little shop is purrfect for it, so what do you say?" he proposed extending his hand in mock respect.
"Screw you and your 'proposal'" wicker wheezed out, he didn't bend to this man's goons and he was most certainly wasn't going to break to a boy in a cat get up.
A very poor choice to make.
Noir gave an exasperated sigh, retracting his hand and rubbing his eyes through his mask, before they suddenly hardened and turned dark, making the elder man feel unease. His smirk dissolved into an annoyed frown as he spoke "fine, I guess it's the hard way then" the criminal said he did not like being refused, plagg hopping off his shoulder to sit comfortably in a small basket of fabric in the corner of the store.
Gently noir placed a hand on the shop keeps shoulder, before violently grabbing his shirt by the collar and forcibly making the crippled stand. The old man tried to free himself with his only good hand, disabled one falling to his side limply. Yet he could barely prepare or even attempt to resist as chat noir dragged him by the neck and forced him against the wall of his shop, his spectacles falling to the floor.
The young man gripped wickers forehead in a vice like hold with one hand while the other remained clamped to his shirt as he began to savagely bash the man's head against the wall. The air was knocked out of the elder man fast, blood soon spilling from the back of his head and flowing down his neck, staining his cloths.
Chat removed his hold on him, clubbing him in the stomach before letting him slide down the wall and to the floor.
Wickers mind was clouded by the reverberations from his old skull hitting against the wall. He tried raising his head, to face up the villain, but could only squint through spotted vision in his attempt to focus.
"How about now old man?" chat noir questioned, stepping back and propping himself against the wall, "ready to make a deal?". The shop keep managed to get an eye on the young man "FU…. You" he coughed out, a splitting pain shooting through his brain.
Groaning his frustration, noir looked down on his victim and let a light smile appear on his lips. He strolled back to the front of the store and rapped twice on the glass of the door, never once taking his gaze off wicker. "Let's see if my associate can help to convince you" he suggested, the gorilla entering a moment later, mask still present with chat locking the door behind him and flipping assign on the door to 'closed'.
The giant henchman picked the old man up off the floor and held him still, restraining his hand easily behind his back.
Noir took his place in front o the and started his next onslaught, striking the elder with a barrage of blows.
Quickly Chat noir fell into a set rhythm as he jabbed at the man's gut or bashed in his face.
Punch, jab, punch, jab, uppercut, right hook, the mans skin breaking and his blood splattering everywhere as the crime lord lost himself in mad fun. Eventually relenting and allowing the bloody and beaten old man a moment of respite.
Wicker was barely breathing eyeglasses broken and, on the ground, crushed under the heal of the brute that held him.
Blood poured from his from his mouth teeth falling out whenever he spat any of it out.
One of his eyes was swollen, forced to remain closed and leaving him the red blurred vision of the other.
"WHAT ABOUT NOW? Ready to accept?" chat noir asked, his eyes wide and wild, just requesting for wicker to continue and decline, something the old man was just as inclined to do.
"Up yours, you sadistic son of a bitch!" he said with bloody, defiant word, he'd be demand if he let this man do what he wanted.
Wicker resigned himself for the next beating, but it never came chat noir just standing and…laughing.
The masked villain laughed; a very unsettling laugh, one that made even the gorilla tense for the briefest of moments.
"There's that attitude of yours again Wicker! I like that" The villain commended, however his voice haired something else. Looking straight into his remaining eye the villain smirked wickedly "I wonder you customers would react to see it?" he wondered aloud.
Wickers already strained breath hitched, his muddled brain jumping to the faces of several of his constant visitors.
Chats smirk grew impossibly wider when he realized that he'd hit the nail on the head, "that's right, what do you say? Want to discuss this when you got people in here?". "No!" Wicker cried out "don't drag any of them into this, this is between you and me!" he shouted, weakly struggling against gorilla.
Noir shook his head "Not unless we reach an agreement sir, now what's it going to be? You help me out and ill let you have a pawsome cut. Or…. Well, you get the idea" he said snidely.
Old Jim Wicker hesitated, before nodding his head, "Alright…...alright" he answered shakenly, the blood loss starting to get to him.
Chat noir beamed excitedly, "excellent, a few of my friends will be over later with the merchandise, leave the door unlocked for them". He signaled for the gorilla to release him "call the man a doctor" he ordered, the subordinate doing as told and exiting the store with an ambulance on dial.
The defeated man slumped, limp, onto the floor -yet still breathing- chat noir kicking his bat to him "keep working on that swing" he bid before turning and leaving through the door.
Plagg bounded and jumped back onto his master's shoulder, licking his paw like the scene he had witnessed was the norm. The door or the store closing behind the crime lord as he stepped back out onto the street.
I live!
Is what i would say if anyone actually thought that I was dead, but I'm not and you all know that,
So anyway I hope that you had fun with this chapter, I know I did,
Sorry for taking so long, I really am, but like I had said I had a Project at work and an Job Interview so that took priority,
But and there's no stopping me!,
I also received permission from another author to do my own take on one of his works!
So be on the lookout! Another Miraculous Fic by Raytrck is on its way!
A one worded summery for it: "wings"
Let your imagination run with that,
See you later, AND DONT FORGET TO REVIEW IT LETS ME KNOW YOU LIKE THE STORY!
Raytrck out!