Basta awoke with a pounding headache. He got out of bed with a groan. His hands were still a little but jittery from his injections earlier. He dressed with his eyes half closed, heaved a yawn, ran fingers through his hair, sat on the bed. His belly crinkled around the waist of his jeans. After a few moments of collection himself, Basta got to his feet again and walked into his bathroom. He looked in the mirror and groaned at his reflection. His eyes were surrounded by dark purple rims, which made his natural eyeliner appear darker. His green-blue eyes glowed eerily in the dim light. His hair, which was a slightly lighter coffee brown from the sunlight, brushed over his forehead in ragged bangs. There was even a pink scar snaking up his cheek, from his fight. The abrasion on his jaw was beginning to fade, but it was still itchy and irritated.

"Hey Basta! Capricorn has a job for you!"

What now? He thought, tearing his gaze away from his reflection. He walked to his front door, where a younger teenage boy was standing.

"What?" hissed Basta, grinding his head against the wall. The boy looked up at him in confusion, and then rambled on.

"Capricorn wants you to run some errands for him."

"Errands?"

"He wants you to go see him first. He's in his study." Basta put a hand to the boy's face and pushed him out of his way as he exited the house. The boy yelled a nasty Italian word at him, but Basta just flipped him off as he walked away.

Capricorn's house was cool and air-conditioned. Basta shivered a little and did up an extra button on his jacket. "Master?" He called into the interior of the house. A maid scuttled down the hallway, and greeted him with her head down.

"Come this way" she muttered. Basta's lip curled in contempt as he followed the small lady to Capricorn's study. He didn't bother to thank her as she let him in.

"Come in, Basta" was the man's deep voice. Basta obeyed, padding across the floor to his boss' desk.

"What is it you need?" He grumbled, massaging his temples with the pads of his fingers.

"I need you to purchase some things for me."

"Fine"

"My new lady has proven to be...a handful." A creepish grin peeled across Capricorn's aging face.

"Ahum."

"I'll need some more duct tape, and Tylenol. Oh! And lipstick. Bright red lipstick." Basta forced a cough, memorized the odd list, took the Euros from Capricorn, and left the house.

What a bastard thought Basta angrily. Now he has me running sissy errands for him. What a joke. This is unbelievable. He slammed his car door loudly, and gunned the engine. He sped out of the lot, and onto the highway.

When he pulled into a small village off the highway, along the coast, the anger of his stupid tasks began to ebb off. There were a few Polizia cars parked off outside a cafe. Basta ignored them as he trudged towards the Drug mart. The cool air-conditioning rescued him from the Italian heat. The owners behind the counter eyed the man suspiciously as he walked into their store. He ignored them, and scanned the shelves for the duct tape. He found it at the opposite end of the room. As he walked towards it, he noticed the owners nodding to each other. The man picked up the phone as he glared at Basta. Fag he thought angrily, picking up the silvery tape. What now? Tylenol? The old man behind the counter hung up the phone and whispered something to his wife. The lady nodded, and left the store. The door closed with a SLAM then the dinging of the bells. Basta gently ran his fingers over the little bottles of medication. There was Advil, Motrin, then finally in a red and white bottle, Tylenol. He put the thing in his hand, and as he began to walk towards the makeup isle, the door crashed open and several Polizia stumbled in. Basta froze in the isle as the men in blue ran full out towards him. The yelled at him, one held his hands firmly behind his back.

"HEY!" Snapped Basta, wincing slightly at the sudden jerk on his arms. The other cop, a young attractive brunette man, patted Basta's sides, pulled his switch out of his jacket pocket, then patted his legs, then surprisingly harshly felt his crotch. Basta's mouth hung open in pure shock. The officer barked something in his face, then instructed the one behind him to take him outside. Basta swore and jerked the whole way out of the store. OOOHHH FUCK he though as they shoved him into the car. I'm in deep shit now. The car sped out of the lot, towards the local police station.

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