A Syndicate Life 4

AN: Last night, while I was in the shower, I got this great idea for my plot. It is original, it is ssooo cool. But I'll shut up and write now. But I promise this WILL get exciting.
Julia sat on a ruby sofa in her small apartment. She had been remembering too much lately. She had pushed the memories back for so long, and they were coming back, and she couldn't avoid them. She let them flood back on her now.

~Flashback~

Julia ran inside her house. Her mom was gone to the grocery store, and her brother with them. Her older brother was the only one there with them. He was 18 now. Eric. He was in the shower now. She could hear the water running. She was probably about 9 then. The door slammed shut, and she skipped in, singing along with her headphones. Then, she gently put them down when her song went off.

"I want some candy!" The young blond haired girl pranced into her mothers room, grabbing her purse, and pulling out random things. A brush, and some papers fell out. She put the brush back in, but glanced casually at the papers first. She read the titles; 'Honda payment, divorce form, home security.' "Wait. Divorce form? Nah, mommy wouldn't get divorced, she loves daddy too much!" The girl replaced the papers, and left again, thinking about the new development, forgetting the candy, her primary cause.

~End flashback~

"But they did. And they never told me why. Jeremy knew. He still does. I'm sure of it. But. . .I'm almost afraid to ask him. So, I won't. Not like he would tell me. Something was going on. And it involved him. But he won't tell me. Selfish ba--. No. It is probably better that I do not know. It would only fire my rage. Eric knew too. Too bad he's dead. Yeah. And Jeremy knows who killed him too. That probably fit into the twisted plot too. I will find out. I will. And I will know. And I will cast my revenge. I will. I will know. I must!" She lay down. And wept. And fell into a slumber. One with images of what could have been. What was. What might be. And that troubled her.
"Spike, Vicious, you did well; Vicious, you are dismissed," Mao spoke to the duet. Vicious took his cue and left them. "Spike."

"Yeah?"

"Vicious has reported to me on your job."

"Really? I could have never guessed."

"Then you ARE an idiot."

"Yeah, look at you," he pulled out a cigarette, only to find he had no lighter.

"Don't talk to me like that," Mao handed him one. Spike was silent. "So, wanna know how you did?"

"Sure."

"And I quote him, ' fine for someone of his skill. Actually more than I expected from someone new.'"

"Someone new? I've done this kind of stuff before."

"I know."

"How?"

"Spike Spegial. Hit man from 2000-2007."

"Not that common of knowledge. . ."

"I'm not that common of a man, Mr. Spegial. I told you, I choose my men carefully."

"I didn't think you really accepted random people into the syndicate."

"Of course not. Do you think we are idiots?"

"You would have to be. So, what now?"

"Your in."

"Isn't that obvious?"

"How do you see that?"

"I'm still alive."

"Clever."

"You could say that."

"You're dismissed." Spike walked out.
Julia-Dream

Julia lay on her sofa still, thinking of her past. Just then, her door flew open; seven men, armed with machine guns, barged in. They took one look at her, and ran past. By this time, she was on her feet. They ran behind the sofa she had previously been on, and to the back wall. During this time, Vicious walked in casually and slowly, hands in his pockets.

"Vi-Vicious? What's going on," she stammered. The gray haired man simply stood in the doorway, not answering her. She should have figured such. Julia turned back toward the men. Then she saw him. He stood up. A figure, about 19 it would seem; he was tall and slender, with long silver hair flowing down his back, but at a closer look held in a ponytail. Shaggy clothes hung off him. He was pushed against the wall, and was being questioned.

"Where is he," one of the men screamed at him, not allowing him any room to breath.

"I don't know, I haven't seen him in 3 years," the new figure retorted back, breathing hard.

"Last chance," another man spoke, pushing the gun to his head.

"I don't know," the one being threatened fought back once again, defiantly, knowing there was no way out of this. Bang. The gun shot, and the man was released, slumping down the wall, covering the tile floor in blood.

"How about you," the men switched their attention to Julia, now pinning her to the wall next to Vicious.

"Vicious, help me," she spoke out, somehow knowing he wouldn't. And he didn't.

"I'll take it from here boys," he spoke, ignoring her pleas. The men backed off of her. Vicious didn't bother holding her down, knowing she wouldn't run; Julia knew she could not win if this came to force.

"Where is he," Vicious repeated the same procedure as the other men.

"Who," Julia managed to spit out, not as frightened with Vicious as she was with the strangers.

"Don't play dumb," one of the other men spoke out, only to be punched in the nose by Vicious.

"I said leave this to me," Vicious explained himself.

"What's with this Vicious? What's going on? Who are you trying to find," Julia begged in desperation.

"She really doesn't know," whispered went through the men.

"Shut up. She better know," Vicious responded to their secrets, his hearing trained for such. The men shut up now, obviously fearing Vicious, their supposable leader. "Julia. WHERE IS HE," he now slammed her against the sofa she was earlier sitting on.

"Vicious. I don't know what's going on, and I don't know who your looking for."

"Your dad Julia. Your dad. Where is he. Tell me. Now!"

" I. . .I. . .thought you knew. I thought you knew," she spoke in shock, finding her brother really didn't know what was going on. "And, who was that man, the one you killed?"

"You don't know any of it do you? Your dad isn't dead Julia, he has been running from the syndicate for 8 years. That man. That was your brother Julia. Eric! He's been hiding here all night!"

"N-No. It's not true. It can't be." Vicious pulled the trigger.

End Dream

And with the gunshot to her head, she awoke.