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Rabenkind - Thanks! I have been trying to figure out how to differentiate between thought and actual speech, but can't seem to figure out how to do it. I'm trying one way by rewording the sentence. And I'm glad you enjoyed the story so far... ^_^
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Okay, shall we continue??
Chapter 9
Nikki's walking arm in arm with Phillip. She's smiling while watching him talk. She must be enjoying the sound of his accent. She probably doesn't even understand a single word he's saying, but he must be singing like an angel, because she looks as though she's died and gone to heaven.
They are about to turn a corner when a blonde haired woman stops in their path.
Phillip smiles and says something in Turkish. Probably 'excuse me'. The blonde lady smiles back and in English, she replies, "Oh, I don't think so, Sugar." She raises her arm as if she's about to grab him, but he flies back about 20 feet.
Nikki stares in terror, "Oh, my, God. Phillip!" Nikki looks at the blonde lady, "What did you do that for?!"
"What's the matter? You've never seen anyone do that before?" She winks. "We demons have special powers. Doesn't your best friend talk to you?"
Nikki stares at her blankly. "Demon?!... What friend... what are you talking about?!" Nikki yells.
"Oh? Your dark haired friend that just stammered away, remember her? The one you called bitch. You really ought to ask her about her evil side."
Nikki stares at her blankly. "What are you talking about? Who?! Alma?! I think you have the wrong person!... I don't understand!" Nikki says sounding a little confused and annoyed.
"Is that her name? Well, I guess I'll just have to introduce myself later, but for now I've got to go. Don't want to over extend my welcome." She says with a smirk.
Nikki asks fearful, "Who are you?! What do you want?!"
The blonde lady pulls out a sword. Nikki gasps and tries to run but the lady grabs her. "Oh, no you don't. You said you wanted to know who I am. Well, let me let you in on a little secret."
She plunges the sword into Nikki's stomach and then slowly pushes it until it could no longer go any further. She whispers into her ear, "The name's Trish." After saying that she pulls the sword out.
Nikki's eyes are distant and a tear falls down her cheek, "Alma." She slumps down onto the sidewalk.
Trish has a grin on her face that would send shivers up Dante's spine. She drops the sword and dashes into the shadows.
Phillip was all ready running through the streets calling for help when he saw Trish plunge the sword into Nikki.
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I look at the front door of the hotel and some feeling inside me tells me something's not right. I drink the last of my beer and head through the lobby. I start to walk faster thinking something's definitely not right. I can feel Dante's presence still in the area.
I push open the doors and see someone yelling something in Turkish. I don't understand Turkish, but I can tell this guy is panicking. I run towards the panicked man.
I grab him and ask, "What's wrong?"
He's talking so fast, that I don't know if he's talking in English or Turkish.
"Please, calm down. You've got to slow down. I don't understand what you're saying."
Phillip is sobbing, "Ni, Ni, Nikki... She's d, dead."
I look at him in shock realizing who he is. "What? What did you just say?"
He repeats, "Ni, Nikki's d, dead."
"Where?!?!"
He points.
I move towards that direction running as fast as I can.
"NIKKI!!!" I see two silhouettes in the distance.
Dante is sitting next to Nikki holding her head up.
My anger flares. I grab Dante by his collar and practically lift him up. "What did you do to her?!" I ask, the rage in me boiling to the point of no return. I look down at Nikki and see blood. Lots of it.
I shove Dante out of the way and sit next to Nikki to cradle her in my arms. "Nikki, Nikki... No, God. Please no." I say, tears forming in my eyes.
She's covered in blood, her hands lay limp to the sides, but she's breathing... just barely.
I put her head to my cheek and rock back and forth, "Please Nikki, don't die on me. I love you. Please don't die on me."
I hear a groan, and she coughs a little. I look at her face. Her eyes are open and she smiles.
"Oh, Nikki..." I say crying.
She starts to say something, "...T... Tr..."
"Don't talk. Everything will be okay... Shhh." I kiss her forehead.
"Sh...She wants...t..to kill you."
"What? Who wants to kill me?"
"Tr...Trisshhh." She looks past my shoulder and sees Dante behind me. She calls out to him. "Dante." But I think to myself that she's calling out her killers
"Who's Trish, Nikki?" I look at her and her eyes are closed. "Nikki? Nikki?!... N...NOOOO!!!" I hold her tight.
Dante hears the name but acts like he doesn't know anything. Dante puts a hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off.
"You have some nerve sticking around after killing my best friend." I say not looking up.
"I didn't kill her." Dante says irritably.
"YOU LIE! I heard her call your name out!"
Dante doesn't say anything. He doesn't know why Nikki said his name. Maybe because she saw him and it was a familiar face. Or maybe because she was hoping he'd be able to help her. Whatever the reason, Dante didn't have an explanation. All he knows is that he didn't kill her.
By now I can hear sirens in the distance.
Dante's voice pierces through the noise, "We've got to go." He says pulling on my arm.
"Go where?! Leave me alone! Isn't killing Nikki enough?! Go away!" I yell in between sobs.
Dante yanks me up and I drop Nikki, "We've got to go NOW!!"
"What?! We can't leave Nikki here! You're crazy! You're insane!"
He gives me a whatever look, grabs me around the waist and yanks me up onto the rooftops with him.
As soon as he lets go of me on the rooftops, I perform a backspin kick to his stomach. He flies back and lands with a thud. I grab at my stomach wincing from an unknown source of pain.
Dante quickly gets up and sprints towards me. He pulls Rebellion out and swings at me with such force that it sparks and crumbles the bricks behind me. I'm so angry that I don't even realize I have no weapon to defend myself with, nor the fact that he could have just taken my head off. All I see is red. I just want to kill him.
I lunge at him and try to knock him back down, but Dante's much faster, smarter and experienced. He's able to dodge any move I make on him. I start to tire and he just dodges and blocks. I stop to catch my breath. He stands there with a smirk.
"Are you finished?" Dante says with an eyebrow cocked.
"(Breathing heavily), Why are you still around?" I ask eyeing him.
"Because I didn't kill Nikki."
I still don't believe him, but I disregard the statement. "Well, you almost tried to kill me. If I hadn't of ducked, I'd be headless right now." I say still trying to catch my breath.
Dante shakes his head in disbelief. "Well, what do you expect? You kicked me and I wasn't about to just lie there."
"So you got angry and decided to lash out at me?! Excuse me, but I'm the one with a dead friend... that you killed." I say accusingly. I can feel my skin starting to get sweaty. My dark brown eyes shimmer with a hint of red. I lunge at Dante. "You fucking murderer!!!" Dante sidesteps to avoid me. He yawns.
My mouth drops in shock. 'He mocks me? How dare he.' My hands and teeth clench tightly. I close my eyes to concentrate and focus my anger. My body's hot. I open my eyes and sprint towards Dante.
Dante's eyes widen, for when I open my eyes they are a pale blue that burned with a fire.
As soon as I approach him, I begin to strike at him with my fists and legs. I am striking with such force that it looks as though my movements are striking the air so quickly that the air molecules outline my arms and feet in a blur. Dante is able to dodge every attempt I make. Except for one.
I fake a kick and end up pouncing him with my whole body. I tackle him to the ground and pin him there. His arms are trapped under my legs as I sit atop his chest. Dante just stares up at me.
"So what are you gonna do now?" Dante comments, as he lies there not moving.
My fists are clenched by his head and I stare back not knowing what to do. I think to myself what do I do now? I've got him, but do I kill him? I clench my jaw and close my eyes tightly. Dante seizes the opportunity and yanks his arms from under me, places them on my shoulders and flips me over his head. I land on my back and now he pins me. My eyes open and they are no longer pale blue.
Dante repeats his question. "So what are you gonna do now?"
I feel the anger subside and I just lie there staring into Dante's eyes. My eyes begin to water and I turn my head to look away.
For some reason, he knows that I'm not going to try anything else so he loosens his grip on my arms and begins to get up off of me.
I get up slowly and walk towards the edge of the building. I look down to search for Nikki's body. I scratch my head confused and mumble. "...Where's Nikki?"
Dante moves over next to me and looks down. "We gotta go. We've already hung around too long."
I slouch onto my knees. I sigh heavily. "Go where, Dante?"
"Get up. We can't stay here." Dante motions for me to follow.
"I'm so angry... (Sob)... Arrrgh!" I look up at Dante and clench my jaw then stare at the ground. "I don't know what to do anymore."
Dante gets back to my side and lifts me up. "You can't do anything right now. Not even kill me. Come on!"
I look at Dante, tears falling down my face. He looks at me with his pale blue eyes. Inside the deep reaches of his eyes, I can tell he sympathizes, but it isn't the right time for that. He's right. There's nothing I can do. Nikki's body's no longer there. She's dead. And I'm alone in a foreign country with.
"Wait!" I put my hand up to Dante's chest to stop him.
"What?"
"Phillip. He's a witness. He'll be able to tell the police what happened."
Dante shakes his head, "He's dead too."
"What? I just spoke to him."
He motions his hand to follow.
We walk over a couple of rooftops and end up between two alleys.
"I smell... Is that blood?" I comment.
"Yeah, Phil's blood."
I stay silent and follow Dante. He stops and looks at the ground.
"What." I move over by him to look. The alley is fairly dark, but I can make out the outline of a body. Dante kicks it over.
"Ew... Don't do that." I stare in horror. "Phillip!"
Two policemen are running up the alley, "Hey, you two! Stop right there!"
Dante and I look at each other and make a run for the rooftops.
**********
"Did you do what I asked you to?" Psi says, walking down an archway. His hands are entwined and in front of him as if he's praying. The hood of his robe is covering his face.
"Yes, but I don't see how that's going to help." Fulton replies. He still dons the suit and tie he wore during the 'meeting'.
Psi ignores his comment, "How did she take it?"
"She's a little suspicious, but I think I got to her."
"Good, good... And her friend?"
Fulton's face looks puzzled, "Her friend, Sir?"
"Did she kill her?"
"Why would she kill her friend?! That wasn't part of the plan."
Psi turns around quite irritated. His hood falls back and he glares at Fulton. "Not her, you idiot! Kendra! Did Kendra get the job done?!"
"Oh, yes, she did." His head bows down. "That's kind of smart that you made her to look like Dante's old partner."
Psi smirks and pats Fulton on the shoulder, "You did a good job, Fulton. You did a good job."
Rabenkind - Thanks! I have been trying to figure out how to differentiate between thought and actual speech, but can't seem to figure out how to do it. I'm trying one way by rewording the sentence. And I'm glad you enjoyed the story so far... ^_^
Oni Don - Thanks, Dude! Thanks for the feedback too.
Okay, shall we continue??
Chapter 9
Nikki's walking arm in arm with Phillip. She's smiling while watching him talk. She must be enjoying the sound of his accent. She probably doesn't even understand a single word he's saying, but he must be singing like an angel, because she looks as though she's died and gone to heaven.
They are about to turn a corner when a blonde haired woman stops in their path.
Phillip smiles and says something in Turkish. Probably 'excuse me'. The blonde lady smiles back and in English, she replies, "Oh, I don't think so, Sugar." She raises her arm as if she's about to grab him, but he flies back about 20 feet.
Nikki stares in terror, "Oh, my, God. Phillip!" Nikki looks at the blonde lady, "What did you do that for?!"
"What's the matter? You've never seen anyone do that before?" She winks. "We demons have special powers. Doesn't your best friend talk to you?"
Nikki stares at her blankly. "Demon?!... What friend... what are you talking about?!" Nikki yells.
"Oh? Your dark haired friend that just stammered away, remember her? The one you called bitch. You really ought to ask her about her evil side."
Nikki stares at her blankly. "What are you talking about? Who?! Alma?! I think you have the wrong person!... I don't understand!" Nikki says sounding a little confused and annoyed.
"Is that her name? Well, I guess I'll just have to introduce myself later, but for now I've got to go. Don't want to over extend my welcome." She says with a smirk.
Nikki asks fearful, "Who are you?! What do you want?!"
The blonde lady pulls out a sword. Nikki gasps and tries to run but the lady grabs her. "Oh, no you don't. You said you wanted to know who I am. Well, let me let you in on a little secret."
She plunges the sword into Nikki's stomach and then slowly pushes it until it could no longer go any further. She whispers into her ear, "The name's Trish." After saying that she pulls the sword out.
Nikki's eyes are distant and a tear falls down her cheek, "Alma." She slumps down onto the sidewalk.
Trish has a grin on her face that would send shivers up Dante's spine. She drops the sword and dashes into the shadows.
Phillip was all ready running through the streets calling for help when he saw Trish plunge the sword into Nikki.
**********
I look at the front door of the hotel and some feeling inside me tells me something's not right. I drink the last of my beer and head through the lobby. I start to walk faster thinking something's definitely not right. I can feel Dante's presence still in the area.
I push open the doors and see someone yelling something in Turkish. I don't understand Turkish, but I can tell this guy is panicking. I run towards the panicked man.
I grab him and ask, "What's wrong?"
He's talking so fast, that I don't know if he's talking in English or Turkish.
"Please, calm down. You've got to slow down. I don't understand what you're saying."
Phillip is sobbing, "Ni, Ni, Nikki... She's d, dead."
I look at him in shock realizing who he is. "What? What did you just say?"
He repeats, "Ni, Nikki's d, dead."
"Where?!?!"
He points.
I move towards that direction running as fast as I can.
"NIKKI!!!" I see two silhouettes in the distance.
Dante is sitting next to Nikki holding her head up.
My anger flares. I grab Dante by his collar and practically lift him up. "What did you do to her?!" I ask, the rage in me boiling to the point of no return. I look down at Nikki and see blood. Lots of it.
I shove Dante out of the way and sit next to Nikki to cradle her in my arms. "Nikki, Nikki... No, God. Please no." I say, tears forming in my eyes.
She's covered in blood, her hands lay limp to the sides, but she's breathing... just barely.
I put her head to my cheek and rock back and forth, "Please Nikki, don't die on me. I love you. Please don't die on me."
I hear a groan, and she coughs a little. I look at her face. Her eyes are open and she smiles.
"Oh, Nikki..." I say crying.
She starts to say something, "...T... Tr..."
"Don't talk. Everything will be okay... Shhh." I kiss her forehead.
"Sh...She wants...t..to kill you."
"What? Who wants to kill me?"
"Tr...Trisshhh." She looks past my shoulder and sees Dante behind me. She calls out to him. "Dante." But I think to myself that she's calling out her killers
"Who's Trish, Nikki?" I look at her and her eyes are closed. "Nikki? Nikki?!... N...NOOOO!!!" I hold her tight.
Dante hears the name but acts like he doesn't know anything. Dante puts a hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off.
"You have some nerve sticking around after killing my best friend." I say not looking up.
"I didn't kill her." Dante says irritably.
"YOU LIE! I heard her call your name out!"
Dante doesn't say anything. He doesn't know why Nikki said his name. Maybe because she saw him and it was a familiar face. Or maybe because she was hoping he'd be able to help her. Whatever the reason, Dante didn't have an explanation. All he knows is that he didn't kill her.
By now I can hear sirens in the distance.
Dante's voice pierces through the noise, "We've got to go." He says pulling on my arm.
"Go where?! Leave me alone! Isn't killing Nikki enough?! Go away!" I yell in between sobs.
Dante yanks me up and I drop Nikki, "We've got to go NOW!!"
"What?! We can't leave Nikki here! You're crazy! You're insane!"
He gives me a whatever look, grabs me around the waist and yanks me up onto the rooftops with him.
As soon as he lets go of me on the rooftops, I perform a backspin kick to his stomach. He flies back and lands with a thud. I grab at my stomach wincing from an unknown source of pain.
Dante quickly gets up and sprints towards me. He pulls Rebellion out and swings at me with such force that it sparks and crumbles the bricks behind me. I'm so angry that I don't even realize I have no weapon to defend myself with, nor the fact that he could have just taken my head off. All I see is red. I just want to kill him.
I lunge at him and try to knock him back down, but Dante's much faster, smarter and experienced. He's able to dodge any move I make on him. I start to tire and he just dodges and blocks. I stop to catch my breath. He stands there with a smirk.
"Are you finished?" Dante says with an eyebrow cocked.
"(Breathing heavily), Why are you still around?" I ask eyeing him.
"Because I didn't kill Nikki."
I still don't believe him, but I disregard the statement. "Well, you almost tried to kill me. If I hadn't of ducked, I'd be headless right now." I say still trying to catch my breath.
Dante shakes his head in disbelief. "Well, what do you expect? You kicked me and I wasn't about to just lie there."
"So you got angry and decided to lash out at me?! Excuse me, but I'm the one with a dead friend... that you killed." I say accusingly. I can feel my skin starting to get sweaty. My dark brown eyes shimmer with a hint of red. I lunge at Dante. "You fucking murderer!!!" Dante sidesteps to avoid me. He yawns.
My mouth drops in shock. 'He mocks me? How dare he.' My hands and teeth clench tightly. I close my eyes to concentrate and focus my anger. My body's hot. I open my eyes and sprint towards Dante.
Dante's eyes widen, for when I open my eyes they are a pale blue that burned with a fire.
As soon as I approach him, I begin to strike at him with my fists and legs. I am striking with such force that it looks as though my movements are striking the air so quickly that the air molecules outline my arms and feet in a blur. Dante is able to dodge every attempt I make. Except for one.
I fake a kick and end up pouncing him with my whole body. I tackle him to the ground and pin him there. His arms are trapped under my legs as I sit atop his chest. Dante just stares up at me.
"So what are you gonna do now?" Dante comments, as he lies there not moving.
My fists are clenched by his head and I stare back not knowing what to do. I think to myself what do I do now? I've got him, but do I kill him? I clench my jaw and close my eyes tightly. Dante seizes the opportunity and yanks his arms from under me, places them on my shoulders and flips me over his head. I land on my back and now he pins me. My eyes open and they are no longer pale blue.
Dante repeats his question. "So what are you gonna do now?"
I feel the anger subside and I just lie there staring into Dante's eyes. My eyes begin to water and I turn my head to look away.
For some reason, he knows that I'm not going to try anything else so he loosens his grip on my arms and begins to get up off of me.
I get up slowly and walk towards the edge of the building. I look down to search for Nikki's body. I scratch my head confused and mumble. "...Where's Nikki?"
Dante moves over next to me and looks down. "We gotta go. We've already hung around too long."
I slouch onto my knees. I sigh heavily. "Go where, Dante?"
"Get up. We can't stay here." Dante motions for me to follow.
"I'm so angry... (Sob)... Arrrgh!" I look up at Dante and clench my jaw then stare at the ground. "I don't know what to do anymore."
Dante gets back to my side and lifts me up. "You can't do anything right now. Not even kill me. Come on!"
I look at Dante, tears falling down my face. He looks at me with his pale blue eyes. Inside the deep reaches of his eyes, I can tell he sympathizes, but it isn't the right time for that. He's right. There's nothing I can do. Nikki's body's no longer there. She's dead. And I'm alone in a foreign country with.
"Wait!" I put my hand up to Dante's chest to stop him.
"What?"
"Phillip. He's a witness. He'll be able to tell the police what happened."
Dante shakes his head, "He's dead too."
"What? I just spoke to him."
He motions his hand to follow.
We walk over a couple of rooftops and end up between two alleys.
"I smell... Is that blood?" I comment.
"Yeah, Phil's blood."
I stay silent and follow Dante. He stops and looks at the ground.
"What." I move over by him to look. The alley is fairly dark, but I can make out the outline of a body. Dante kicks it over.
"Ew... Don't do that." I stare in horror. "Phillip!"
Two policemen are running up the alley, "Hey, you two! Stop right there!"
Dante and I look at each other and make a run for the rooftops.
**********
"Did you do what I asked you to?" Psi says, walking down an archway. His hands are entwined and in front of him as if he's praying. The hood of his robe is covering his face.
"Yes, but I don't see how that's going to help." Fulton replies. He still dons the suit and tie he wore during the 'meeting'.
Psi ignores his comment, "How did she take it?"
"She's a little suspicious, but I think I got to her."
"Good, good... And her friend?"
Fulton's face looks puzzled, "Her friend, Sir?"
"Did she kill her?"
"Why would she kill her friend?! That wasn't part of the plan."
Psi turns around quite irritated. His hood falls back and he glares at Fulton. "Not her, you idiot! Kendra! Did Kendra get the job done?!"
"Oh, yes, she did." His head bows down. "That's kind of smart that you made her to look like Dante's old partner."
Psi smirks and pats Fulton on the shoulder, "You did a good job, Fulton. You did a good job."