Notes: WARNING! Slashy yaoi homosexual content stuffs here! That and demon
+ woman things. If it offends you, go away. It's not my fault if you read
it and get grossed out. That and strong language. This has words only for
the people who are not offended by mere sounds. Constructive criticism in
reviews is welcomed and noted: stupid flames are not.
This chapter should be fun!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slowly his mind began to crawl its way back into conciseness. Unfocused thoughts started to rise, quietly and creeping along. He blinked his eyes half-open, cringing at the light. His groggy brain searched its blurred memories for a clue as to where he was and what was going on- and found none.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
"Drew..." Jade watched him turn the corner down the hall: running. She should have been too, but she didn't. She didn't really care about being tardy today. He had run off, just when she was going to... Now she would have to gather her courage all over again.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
He felt an itch on his nose and moved to scratch it. Instead, he found that his hands were restrained. Stricken by sudden panic, he blinked his eyes violently to get them to adjust to the light quicker. He tried to stand up and found he was bound across the chest and legs too. Looking around, wide-eyed and scared, he saw himself tied up and bound to a support column. The room was old and grungy. A counter of some sort lined one wall while the rest seemed a little like a small lounge. The room couldn't have been bigger than twenty-five by twenty-five feet. A gut-wrenching scream of pain made him jerk his head around. "Shendu!" Shendu was some five yards from him along with Jackie, who was similarly bound. The demon was twisting Jackie's shoulder around as well as digging in his claws. Jackie had silenced himself, but he was red in the face and breathing hard. Pain etched itself in his expression. "I'm glad you finally woke up, Valmont. I was getting bored just kicking Chan around." He gripped a claw tighter. Jackie jerked forward and gasped dryly but didn't allow Shendu the pleasure of a scream. "It's always more entertaining with an audience." Valmont gritted his teeth. "Jackie... You bastard! Let him alone!" Shendu laughed to himself. "Oh, what, you want me to stop THIS?" He tried to turn Jackie's arm in a direction it wasn't supposed to go and Jackie made a face. Valmont glared. "Don't." "Don't? You mean, don't do THIS?" He forced the arm farther. "Or THIS?" With malice written on his face, Shendu bent the shoulder harder than before. The sickening snap was almost drowned out by Jackie's cries of agony. Valmont threw himself against his bindings, barking violent curses at the demon. The ropes cut into his skin where he pulled away from them, leaving red marks around his wrists and chest. He was sure he would kill the demon with his bare hands given the chance. Shendu smirked and dropped his grip around Jackie's arm. The mangled man doubled over and panted into his chest, while the arm hung limply, still tied behind him. Red wounds traced their way from his shoulder blade to his triceps. The crime lord quieted, too angry to bother constructing sentences anymore. His white hair hung about his face in an unruly fashion, half blinding his vision. He stayed strained against the ropes, glaring hard at the sorcerer he hated so much. "Why, Valmont, you give me such a nice show." Shendu said, practically purring in delight. He took Valmont's chin in his hand and lifted his face to his own. The man growled and tried to jerk out of the hold, to no avail. "You always have." The demon whispered. As much as he deplored the incompetence of the Dark Hand, he couldn't help but admire the crime lord's strong spirit. It made him want to crush it just that much more.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Chow slunk back into the old slum of a hideout, not wanting to be noticed. The front room was empty, save Viper, who was in the back corner, sitting at a table with her head in her hands. "Hey, are you alright?" Chow said, though he really didn't give a shit. Viper spun around in surprise. "Oh, I didn't see you come in. Ah, I guess- no I'm not!" She buried her head again, messing up her hair. "Shendu is upstairs-" She banged a fist against the table, making Chow jump. "TORTURING Jackie!" Chow looked at her in surprise, "Chan? Shendu has Chan?" Viper turned back around. Her eyes were red with threatening tears. She nodded slowly, "Yes, and your boss too. He's just toying with them until he kills them!" "Valmont?!" Just then a scream of pain echoed down from upstairs. It was muffled through the walls and floors, but the room was quiet enough to hear a mcg drop. Viper sighed and turned away. "They don't scream too often- sometimes I think they're dead. Then..." She trailed off, her voice shaking. She tried not to picture it. Chow stood silently. His hand snuck up to his waist and felt of the cold metal. "I wish he'd stop..." Viper whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. "Don't worry. He'll stop." Chow said, his voice low and dark. "Just give me time to climb the stairs."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Jackie stayed curled up in a fetal position on the floor trying to block out the sounds. He couldn't stand watching Valmont's pain, and listening to it was just as bad, if not worse. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes and clung there, threatening to break free and stream down his cheeks. The dislocated, and probably broken, shoulder was still being nursed, and both hands were tied tight behind him. He tried to cover the sounds by pressing an ear to the cold floor but it came with not much avail. Shendu had thought it would be funny to make Jackie watch him mutilate Valmont, a kind of tasteful, non-physical pain that he enjoyed very much. The demon had done his malicious little deeds right in front of him, scarring and bloodying Valmont's, Jackie thought, beautiful body. He allowed him to turn away just because he knew he was still getting to him. Jackie's heart was a stone in his chest. He couldn't take much more. He could only imagine how Valmont felt. And what Valmont felt was not very pleasant. Shendu had started off in a mood for injuring limbs and drawing blood, then decided scarring would be better fun. Now he was left with burn marks over his arms, chest (now bare) and the more sensitive parts of his legs. Needless to say, a perfectly good green suit was ruined. The wounds were aching for water, or some relief from the searing pain. It hurt to move, so he tried as hard as he could to not. He tried not to scream. For a moment, he thought Shendu was done. Then, the demon raked his rough tongue across his arm, licking up some of the salty blood that had been leaking from a claw mark. Not only did it tear at that injury, but it also irritated a burn above it enough to make Valmont whimper. Shendu licked his chops. "Ah, did that hurt? Deepest apologies." He said, laughing to himself. The demon was getting a little bored with Valmont. He had a very nice idea of how to finish him in mind. Shendu flicked a claw quickly across the red mark, making the crime lord wince and draw his eyes tightly shut. Shendu grinned at the look on his face. He still resisted a frivolous and excessively useless scream. He'd scream. He'd scream when he was slowly burning to death. Both captives were surprised when it was Shendu who screamed. The creature howled in pain in a strange, ethereal way. Jackie rolled over and Valmont forced his eyes open. Shendu's howls were accompanied by thrashing and an unpleasant, surrounding glow. Finally, he silenced and fell to the ground, belly side up. Valmont and Jackie couldn't believe their eyes. There was Chow, standing there, frowning at Shendu. In his hand was the Pan Ku box, still vibrant with light from its activity. The small man walked up and felt under the beast's chin at the soft spot on his neck. Obviously, he found a pulse because he muttered to himself, "Damn thing's not dead." The enforcer looked around the room before his eyes settled on a wall where several ancient swords were mounted. He selected one within his reach and returned to Shendu's unconscious body. "When you need to kill a dragon: use a sword." He said before plunging the blade into the underside of Shendu's neck, right where he had tested him for life, and slit his throat across and wide open. A most disgusting gurgle was the last of Shendu's sounds. Jackie and Valmont both watched this, quiet and in disbelief.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Shendu found himself suddenly liberated from the pain. Unfortunately, he found himself surrounded by a floating limbo occupied by only rocks. Rocks and demon sorcerers. "Wha- what's going on?? What happened??" He asked no one. Someone had attacked from behind with some sort of magic. A magic he had felt before. It was the feeling of pure good magic. It felt like the Pan Ku's light green glow. However, he had no idea who held the box. "Why, brother Shendu. Back so soon?" A particularly displeased voice said. Shendu's spirit body turned to see Xiao Fung. "Ahhhh- Greetings distinguished brother." "Why, you're dead!" Tso Lon's voice said, annoyingly sarcastic. Bai Tsa's watery voice interjected, "You've been killed? Looks like incompetence finally caught up to you." Hsi Wu swooped in close and laughed. "Well, since you're back and you have failed our conditions-" "Ah, no..." Shendu said to himself, cowering amidst his siblings. This day would end up a pretty crappy one.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
"Chow! Oh thank god. You're due for a pay raise! Untie me now." Valmont rambled in thanks on the floor. He was quickly rebuffed with a glare. "I didn't come to rescue you." Valmont stared, "What?" Chow turned and flung the bloody sword into the pool of red right under the gaping wound. It made a metallic sound, then settled. "What's this about?" Valmont asked. Chow looked at his boss coldly. "Tell me, Valmont. Do you know were Finn is?" The crime lord gave him a funny look, "No..." "Right. I'll tell you. Finn is six feet under ground. Actually, more like four. It was early in the morning and I didn't have much time." Valmont's jaw fell open, "Finn's DEAD?? When did that happen??" "Oh, he was trampled and gouged to death by this bastard-" Chow motioned to Shendu's corpse. "- while you and Chan were fighting him. Chest crushed, bones broken, could barely find the man in all the blood. Of course, I was the only one who noticed at all." Valmont, despite his injured body, had drug himself up into a sitting position. The rope still held his hands behind him. "It's a dangerous business, demons." Chow shot a dirty look in his direction. "I don't think you GET it Valmont. Finn is DEAD! Dead Valmont! Killed by a demon you released. And what was it all for? Greed. Greed, Valmont. It's what rules us. You and your greed for the lost treasure- an international crime syndicate the size of which is unheard of just didn't bring in enough of the green. Well, that blew up in you're face, didn't it? Then, back comes the demon and somehow the whole world is worth your personal liberation from him. To get rid of him you'd help him, get US to help him let out more of his kind so they can enslave human kind! For greed. Of course, Shendu lost on that one." Chow kicked Shendu in the side with momentary anger. Valmont was quiet. What was Chow getting at? He was obviously distraught about Finn's death- but this was a little more than he'd expect from an enforcer. Someone who had seen death a million times. Somehow, though, this was more than that. The straw that broke the camel's back? Finally, the demon crap had gone too far? Then the white-haired crime lord saw something he'd never seen before on Chow's face: Grief. It wasn't about demons- it was about Finn. Chow's strong expression had broke. His brow furrowed and his mouth drew up tight. "He died. I watched him. I was there. All alone in that dark, dirty roman street. Watching him choke on his own blood." His voice cracked at the pain of the memory. "And I was the one who buried him at three in the morning. All alone. Just me and the shadows." Valmont jerked back as Chow pulled a gun out from the inside of his leather jacket and pointed it right at his head. His voice raised and filled with anger, "And where were you when it happened?! Off with Chan, our enemy! You run away, team up with the enemy, start a street fight then run off! You left us with THAT!" He pointed a shaky finger behind him. "And look what it got us!" Chow was yelling now. "Chow, calm down! You can't be serious! Put that gun away!" "Oh, I'm serious, Valmont! I'm going to shoot you. And I'm going to enjoy it. You don't deserve to live- torture's too good for you. I just hope there's a hell waiting for you to rot in!" Valmont sat still, not knowing how to calm the lunatic down. Things looked bad and the only exit was his voice. "Chow, Chow. Finn's death is... tragic. But this isn't the way to solve it. If I could bring back Finn I would. But I can't. And you can't either. Killing me or anyone else won't help." It didn't work. "Oh, it'll help! I'm not going to let you live! I'm not going to let you get away with destroying our lives." "Chow! It happens! When you're a criminal, death waits for you around every corner! If it wasn't this, then it would have been something else." "Damn it, Valmont! This didn't need to happen! Valmont, it wasn't just anyone! It wasn't just some faceless person! Not to me! It was Finn!" Chow's face was red and tears stung his eyes, but he refused to cry infront of Valmont. "I loved him, damn it!" Chow yelled violently, "I loved him! And now he's dead! Do you know what it's like?! Do you know what it's like to watch someone you love die?!" The gun in his hand trembled as Chow's emotions began to get the better of him. The rant surprised Valmont- he had had no idea. Jackie, silently sitting in the corner of the room, hung his head. He felt for what Chow had gone through. If Shendu had killed Valmont and he had a chance to avenge it, he would have. He hated admitting it. But now, Valmont was in danger of being killed by one of his own enforcers. He was wanted dead by too many people. Tied and helpless on the floor, save his own wit (which didn't seem to be working too well) it seemed this would be the crime lord's last day. "You know what, Valmont. I'm going to show you. I'm going to show you what it's like." Chow released his aim on the white-haired man and turned to Chan. He walked up close and placed the gun under the man's chin. "I'm going to do you a favor, Chan, and make it quick."
A shot rang out though the room, followed by the sound of dead weight collapsing on the floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Notes: As always, R&R.
COLD SUSPENSE!!!!!!!!!!
This chapter should be fun!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slowly his mind began to crawl its way back into conciseness. Unfocused thoughts started to rise, quietly and creeping along. He blinked his eyes half-open, cringing at the light. His groggy brain searched its blurred memories for a clue as to where he was and what was going on- and found none.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
"Drew..." Jade watched him turn the corner down the hall: running. She should have been too, but she didn't. She didn't really care about being tardy today. He had run off, just when she was going to... Now she would have to gather her courage all over again.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
He felt an itch on his nose and moved to scratch it. Instead, he found that his hands were restrained. Stricken by sudden panic, he blinked his eyes violently to get them to adjust to the light quicker. He tried to stand up and found he was bound across the chest and legs too. Looking around, wide-eyed and scared, he saw himself tied up and bound to a support column. The room was old and grungy. A counter of some sort lined one wall while the rest seemed a little like a small lounge. The room couldn't have been bigger than twenty-five by twenty-five feet. A gut-wrenching scream of pain made him jerk his head around. "Shendu!" Shendu was some five yards from him along with Jackie, who was similarly bound. The demon was twisting Jackie's shoulder around as well as digging in his claws. Jackie had silenced himself, but he was red in the face and breathing hard. Pain etched itself in his expression. "I'm glad you finally woke up, Valmont. I was getting bored just kicking Chan around." He gripped a claw tighter. Jackie jerked forward and gasped dryly but didn't allow Shendu the pleasure of a scream. "It's always more entertaining with an audience." Valmont gritted his teeth. "Jackie... You bastard! Let him alone!" Shendu laughed to himself. "Oh, what, you want me to stop THIS?" He tried to turn Jackie's arm in a direction it wasn't supposed to go and Jackie made a face. Valmont glared. "Don't." "Don't? You mean, don't do THIS?" He forced the arm farther. "Or THIS?" With malice written on his face, Shendu bent the shoulder harder than before. The sickening snap was almost drowned out by Jackie's cries of agony. Valmont threw himself against his bindings, barking violent curses at the demon. The ropes cut into his skin where he pulled away from them, leaving red marks around his wrists and chest. He was sure he would kill the demon with his bare hands given the chance. Shendu smirked and dropped his grip around Jackie's arm. The mangled man doubled over and panted into his chest, while the arm hung limply, still tied behind him. Red wounds traced their way from his shoulder blade to his triceps. The crime lord quieted, too angry to bother constructing sentences anymore. His white hair hung about his face in an unruly fashion, half blinding his vision. He stayed strained against the ropes, glaring hard at the sorcerer he hated so much. "Why, Valmont, you give me such a nice show." Shendu said, practically purring in delight. He took Valmont's chin in his hand and lifted his face to his own. The man growled and tried to jerk out of the hold, to no avail. "You always have." The demon whispered. As much as he deplored the incompetence of the Dark Hand, he couldn't help but admire the crime lord's strong spirit. It made him want to crush it just that much more.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Chow slunk back into the old slum of a hideout, not wanting to be noticed. The front room was empty, save Viper, who was in the back corner, sitting at a table with her head in her hands. "Hey, are you alright?" Chow said, though he really didn't give a shit. Viper spun around in surprise. "Oh, I didn't see you come in. Ah, I guess- no I'm not!" She buried her head again, messing up her hair. "Shendu is upstairs-" She banged a fist against the table, making Chow jump. "TORTURING Jackie!" Chow looked at her in surprise, "Chan? Shendu has Chan?" Viper turned back around. Her eyes were red with threatening tears. She nodded slowly, "Yes, and your boss too. He's just toying with them until he kills them!" "Valmont?!" Just then a scream of pain echoed down from upstairs. It was muffled through the walls and floors, but the room was quiet enough to hear a mcg drop. Viper sighed and turned away. "They don't scream too often- sometimes I think they're dead. Then..." She trailed off, her voice shaking. She tried not to picture it. Chow stood silently. His hand snuck up to his waist and felt of the cold metal. "I wish he'd stop..." Viper whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. "Don't worry. He'll stop." Chow said, his voice low and dark. "Just give me time to climb the stairs."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Jackie stayed curled up in a fetal position on the floor trying to block out the sounds. He couldn't stand watching Valmont's pain, and listening to it was just as bad, if not worse. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes and clung there, threatening to break free and stream down his cheeks. The dislocated, and probably broken, shoulder was still being nursed, and both hands were tied tight behind him. He tried to cover the sounds by pressing an ear to the cold floor but it came with not much avail. Shendu had thought it would be funny to make Jackie watch him mutilate Valmont, a kind of tasteful, non-physical pain that he enjoyed very much. The demon had done his malicious little deeds right in front of him, scarring and bloodying Valmont's, Jackie thought, beautiful body. He allowed him to turn away just because he knew he was still getting to him. Jackie's heart was a stone in his chest. He couldn't take much more. He could only imagine how Valmont felt. And what Valmont felt was not very pleasant. Shendu had started off in a mood for injuring limbs and drawing blood, then decided scarring would be better fun. Now he was left with burn marks over his arms, chest (now bare) and the more sensitive parts of his legs. Needless to say, a perfectly good green suit was ruined. The wounds were aching for water, or some relief from the searing pain. It hurt to move, so he tried as hard as he could to not. He tried not to scream. For a moment, he thought Shendu was done. Then, the demon raked his rough tongue across his arm, licking up some of the salty blood that had been leaking from a claw mark. Not only did it tear at that injury, but it also irritated a burn above it enough to make Valmont whimper. Shendu licked his chops. "Ah, did that hurt? Deepest apologies." He said, laughing to himself. The demon was getting a little bored with Valmont. He had a very nice idea of how to finish him in mind. Shendu flicked a claw quickly across the red mark, making the crime lord wince and draw his eyes tightly shut. Shendu grinned at the look on his face. He still resisted a frivolous and excessively useless scream. He'd scream. He'd scream when he was slowly burning to death. Both captives were surprised when it was Shendu who screamed. The creature howled in pain in a strange, ethereal way. Jackie rolled over and Valmont forced his eyes open. Shendu's howls were accompanied by thrashing and an unpleasant, surrounding glow. Finally, he silenced and fell to the ground, belly side up. Valmont and Jackie couldn't believe their eyes. There was Chow, standing there, frowning at Shendu. In his hand was the Pan Ku box, still vibrant with light from its activity. The small man walked up and felt under the beast's chin at the soft spot on his neck. Obviously, he found a pulse because he muttered to himself, "Damn thing's not dead." The enforcer looked around the room before his eyes settled on a wall where several ancient swords were mounted. He selected one within his reach and returned to Shendu's unconscious body. "When you need to kill a dragon: use a sword." He said before plunging the blade into the underside of Shendu's neck, right where he had tested him for life, and slit his throat across and wide open. A most disgusting gurgle was the last of Shendu's sounds. Jackie and Valmont both watched this, quiet and in disbelief.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Shendu found himself suddenly liberated from the pain. Unfortunately, he found himself surrounded by a floating limbo occupied by only rocks. Rocks and demon sorcerers. "Wha- what's going on?? What happened??" He asked no one. Someone had attacked from behind with some sort of magic. A magic he had felt before. It was the feeling of pure good magic. It felt like the Pan Ku's light green glow. However, he had no idea who held the box. "Why, brother Shendu. Back so soon?" A particularly displeased voice said. Shendu's spirit body turned to see Xiao Fung. "Ahhhh- Greetings distinguished brother." "Why, you're dead!" Tso Lon's voice said, annoyingly sarcastic. Bai Tsa's watery voice interjected, "You've been killed? Looks like incompetence finally caught up to you." Hsi Wu swooped in close and laughed. "Well, since you're back and you have failed our conditions-" "Ah, no..." Shendu said to himself, cowering amidst his siblings. This day would end up a pretty crappy one.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
"Chow! Oh thank god. You're due for a pay raise! Untie me now." Valmont rambled in thanks on the floor. He was quickly rebuffed with a glare. "I didn't come to rescue you." Valmont stared, "What?" Chow turned and flung the bloody sword into the pool of red right under the gaping wound. It made a metallic sound, then settled. "What's this about?" Valmont asked. Chow looked at his boss coldly. "Tell me, Valmont. Do you know were Finn is?" The crime lord gave him a funny look, "No..." "Right. I'll tell you. Finn is six feet under ground. Actually, more like four. It was early in the morning and I didn't have much time." Valmont's jaw fell open, "Finn's DEAD?? When did that happen??" "Oh, he was trampled and gouged to death by this bastard-" Chow motioned to Shendu's corpse. "- while you and Chan were fighting him. Chest crushed, bones broken, could barely find the man in all the blood. Of course, I was the only one who noticed at all." Valmont, despite his injured body, had drug himself up into a sitting position. The rope still held his hands behind him. "It's a dangerous business, demons." Chow shot a dirty look in his direction. "I don't think you GET it Valmont. Finn is DEAD! Dead Valmont! Killed by a demon you released. And what was it all for? Greed. Greed, Valmont. It's what rules us. You and your greed for the lost treasure- an international crime syndicate the size of which is unheard of just didn't bring in enough of the green. Well, that blew up in you're face, didn't it? Then, back comes the demon and somehow the whole world is worth your personal liberation from him. To get rid of him you'd help him, get US to help him let out more of his kind so they can enslave human kind! For greed. Of course, Shendu lost on that one." Chow kicked Shendu in the side with momentary anger. Valmont was quiet. What was Chow getting at? He was obviously distraught about Finn's death- but this was a little more than he'd expect from an enforcer. Someone who had seen death a million times. Somehow, though, this was more than that. The straw that broke the camel's back? Finally, the demon crap had gone too far? Then the white-haired crime lord saw something he'd never seen before on Chow's face: Grief. It wasn't about demons- it was about Finn. Chow's strong expression had broke. His brow furrowed and his mouth drew up tight. "He died. I watched him. I was there. All alone in that dark, dirty roman street. Watching him choke on his own blood." His voice cracked at the pain of the memory. "And I was the one who buried him at three in the morning. All alone. Just me and the shadows." Valmont jerked back as Chow pulled a gun out from the inside of his leather jacket and pointed it right at his head. His voice raised and filled with anger, "And where were you when it happened?! Off with Chan, our enemy! You run away, team up with the enemy, start a street fight then run off! You left us with THAT!" He pointed a shaky finger behind him. "And look what it got us!" Chow was yelling now. "Chow, calm down! You can't be serious! Put that gun away!" "Oh, I'm serious, Valmont! I'm going to shoot you. And I'm going to enjoy it. You don't deserve to live- torture's too good for you. I just hope there's a hell waiting for you to rot in!" Valmont sat still, not knowing how to calm the lunatic down. Things looked bad and the only exit was his voice. "Chow, Chow. Finn's death is... tragic. But this isn't the way to solve it. If I could bring back Finn I would. But I can't. And you can't either. Killing me or anyone else won't help." It didn't work. "Oh, it'll help! I'm not going to let you live! I'm not going to let you get away with destroying our lives." "Chow! It happens! When you're a criminal, death waits for you around every corner! If it wasn't this, then it would have been something else." "Damn it, Valmont! This didn't need to happen! Valmont, it wasn't just anyone! It wasn't just some faceless person! Not to me! It was Finn!" Chow's face was red and tears stung his eyes, but he refused to cry infront of Valmont. "I loved him, damn it!" Chow yelled violently, "I loved him! And now he's dead! Do you know what it's like?! Do you know what it's like to watch someone you love die?!" The gun in his hand trembled as Chow's emotions began to get the better of him. The rant surprised Valmont- he had had no idea. Jackie, silently sitting in the corner of the room, hung his head. He felt for what Chow had gone through. If Shendu had killed Valmont and he had a chance to avenge it, he would have. He hated admitting it. But now, Valmont was in danger of being killed by one of his own enforcers. He was wanted dead by too many people. Tied and helpless on the floor, save his own wit (which didn't seem to be working too well) it seemed this would be the crime lord's last day. "You know what, Valmont. I'm going to show you. I'm going to show you what it's like." Chow released his aim on the white-haired man and turned to Chan. He walked up close and placed the gun under the man's chin. "I'm going to do you a favor, Chan, and make it quick."
A shot rang out though the room, followed by the sound of dead weight collapsing on the floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Notes: As always, R&R.
COLD SUSPENSE!!!!!!!!!!