The door to Chapter's attic room slammed open and bounced back, revealing a gaping hole left in the wall from the rusted door handle. Big Shot's arm held it from shutting again. He gazed into the room, a stone-faced look set in his eyes. Chapter, seated on her bed, her arms resting on the dusty windowsill, jumped and faced him quickly. Her heart was pounding, her breath coming to her in quick gasps.
"Big Shot!" she gasped. He only nodded and stepped into the room. "What's…wrong?" she asked quietly.
"What's wrong?" he mimicked her, "What's…wrong?" He was now only 3 or so feet from her face. "BLADE IS DEAD!" He bellowed. "Your brother is lying DEAD on the docks!" he took a deep breath and regained his posture. "And you know who holds the knife that killed him? Do you know who KILLED him, Chapter?" Chapter's vision was blurry with inkept tears. She just shook her head slowly. "A hint: Who would kill him, hmm? Who would kill your brother?"
"R-Romeo?" she stuttered, now shaking with fear.
Big Shot only laughed, "Dead men can't kill. Blade took care of the bastard before he could touch him."
"Blade would never kill anyone!" Chapter retorted as soon as the words were out of Big Shot's mouth. Again, Big Shot chuckled that evil chuckle of his. He came close to her. So close that Chapter could feel his breath cascade over her neck.
"Solo." He whispered. "Solo holds the knife, Chapter." Chapter gasped and started shaking her head in disbelief as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"No," she whispered, "No no no." Big Shot smirked and leaned in towards her. He kissed her deeply and passionately and wouldn't let her go when she squirmed in his hold. The tears were a constant stream down her sun burnt, wind whipped face. When at last he let go of her, she collapsed backwards onto her bed. Her chest rose and fell as she glared menacingly at him.
"Leave." She whispered harshly, "Get out of here."
"Of course. Thank you for your time." He dipped his head to her and turned to leave, "Oh, and I'll be taking care of that little problem. Solo, I think his name was." He called over his shoulder. The silver hilt of Blade's dagger glittered in the frail moonlight that radiated in from the cracked window in the hall. He turned and disappeared down the steps and into the merciless, nighttime streets.
"Big Shot!" she gasped. He only nodded and stepped into the room. "What's…wrong?" she asked quietly.
"What's wrong?" he mimicked her, "What's…wrong?" He was now only 3 or so feet from her face. "BLADE IS DEAD!" He bellowed. "Your brother is lying DEAD on the docks!" he took a deep breath and regained his posture. "And you know who holds the knife that killed him? Do you know who KILLED him, Chapter?" Chapter's vision was blurry with inkept tears. She just shook her head slowly. "A hint: Who would kill him, hmm? Who would kill your brother?"
"R-Romeo?" she stuttered, now shaking with fear.
Big Shot only laughed, "Dead men can't kill. Blade took care of the bastard before he could touch him."
"Blade would never kill anyone!" Chapter retorted as soon as the words were out of Big Shot's mouth. Again, Big Shot chuckled that evil chuckle of his. He came close to her. So close that Chapter could feel his breath cascade over her neck.
"Solo." He whispered. "Solo holds the knife, Chapter." Chapter gasped and started shaking her head in disbelief as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"No," she whispered, "No no no." Big Shot smirked and leaned in towards her. He kissed her deeply and passionately and wouldn't let her go when she squirmed in his hold. The tears were a constant stream down her sun burnt, wind whipped face. When at last he let go of her, she collapsed backwards onto her bed. Her chest rose and fell as she glared menacingly at him.
"Leave." She whispered harshly, "Get out of here."
"Of course. Thank you for your time." He dipped his head to her and turned to leave, "Oh, and I'll be taking care of that little problem. Solo, I think his name was." He called over his shoulder. The silver hilt of Blade's dagger glittered in the frail moonlight that radiated in from the cracked window in the hall. He turned and disappeared down the steps and into the merciless, nighttime streets.