Same disclaimers as last time!
Here's chapter 2 of past crimes. Please read and review!
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Dee Latener stood in the center of a large dance floor. The music
seemed louder and more obnoxious than it had the previous night. Tonight they hoped to finish this case, unfortunately without Ryo. Dee had accompanied Ryo to the hospital last night. He was able to check out that afternoon and, thanks to the pain-killers he'd been taking, had been sleeping ever since. Since their house was a crime scene they had been put up in a hotel for the night. He'd left a note on a pillow beside Ryo, telling him he was at work and that he probably wouldn't be home until early tomorrow morning.
Dee wished he could fully concentrate on the case, but his mind often went back to Ryo. Fortunately a specialist had been visiting the hospital. He was able to properly reconstruct the bones in Ryo's hands. But there were no guarantees that it would ever fully heal. They did not knowwhat the effect of the wound would have on Ryo's grip. Hopefully it would not impair his ability to squeeze the handle of a gun and pull the trigger. Ryo was right handed, to be injured in that hand was goingto make many things difficult for him. He'd also have to learn to write lefty for a while until he could hold a pencil....
Dee shook his head. He tried to focus on the case by going over the details. They had investigated who legally owned the club, the name had come up Martin Wood. According to Ryo's report from the LAPD the true owner of the club had someone else front for him on the paperwork last time as well, although that time it was Toni Andrew. Tonight, if the suspect was not found,their goal was get into the office and look for information or prints. By the warning of Ryo however, they would have to wait until the bartender entered the office for change. In LA the place had been booby trapped. If the bartender could enter safely, they would be able to.
Dee was more than a little suprised when a familiar blonde haired man appeared in front of him. "You alone? Where's Randy?"
Dee growled. "What are you, his fucking fanclub? Get lost."
"Now that wasn't nice. It was just a question. Still upset about last night huh? Look, let's get past this. I was drunk and he reminded me of someone. That's all. All right?" Dee was still ignoring him. After a moment the man added. "If he's not here what are you doing here? Cheating on him?"
"No, I'm not... " Dee trailed off ... then sighed. He made a mental note to apologize to Ryo. This man really was insistent. "I'm going to get a drink. Don't follow me." Dee turned and headed over to Drake who was sitting at the bar. He snagged the stool beside him and rested his elbows on the counter.
"What're you having tonight?" The bartender was a young woman, she didn't look like a criminal, she seemed to be working here honestly. She smiled at Dee, flirtatiously. Normally Dee wouldn't have thought twice about flirting back, but tonight... something else was on his mind. "Just a beer" he answered softly. She seemed a little dissapointed, but got him his drink and moved on to other customers. Technically they were not supposed to drink on the job. However Drake was also drinking a beer. It seemed like a pretty smart idea to Dee, Drake could sit at the bar, enjoy his drink, and watch the cash slowly deplete. That way he'd know exactly when she would be heading for the office.
"Seen JJ?" Drake asked, his mouth full of pretzels.
"Not since I checked with him last time." Dee noticed a hint of frustration in Drake's voice. "Why? What'd he do now?" It didn't suprise Dee in the least to hear that he JJ was annoying someone, especially since he stopped hounding Dee and has turned his over abundance of energy towards Drake.
Drake nodded, "He's being stubborn. You'd better speak to him before I kill him." That was the only information Drake could offer.
"Please, do us all the favor," Taking the first and only sip of his beer Dee stood up, taking his pack of cigarettes out of his coat. "I could use a little air." Drake nodded. It didn't seem like the bartender would be going anywhere, at least not for a little while.
Dee stepped out of the front door and around the corner to the small, rather smelly alley that he had chased Toni Andrew through the other night. The alley was tight, dumpsters, fire escapes and basement stairs only seemed to narrow it further. Steam from the nearby restaurant's dishwashers clouded the view. Dee pulled out his Nextel, they'd been using those to avoid radios. "JJ, can you see anything up there?"
"Dee! You're not starting on this too are you?" Apparently Dee had hit on the point of Drake's frustration, JJ immediatly bristled. "I can't come down there. If I stay in alley near a dumpster the only thing I'm going to see are the rats. What if someone goes out the front? What if they are on the roof using the fire escapes? This is my best angle."
"The steam JJ...." Dee noticed JJ had become awfully mouthy to him since he wasn't chasing him anymore. Apparently he no longer walked on water in JJ's eyes.
"If Ryo was here. He'd have the other angle. But no Ryo, and no one could spare me a second sniper. So, I can see your shadow. If someone goes out that way. I can still slow them down." JJ seemed pretty confident that he could do this alone.
There was no use fighting him on it. "All right, lets just hope you get the right person." JJ snorted on the other end of the line.
Dee pressed the button on his lighter, shielding the flame with his right hand.As he smoked, a feeling of
guilt crept up on him. He wondered if Ryo would be angry with him, sneaking off while he was asleep to finish a case that had been Ryo's for years. He was under orders to finish it, he couldn't be angry, could he? "Who am I kidding. He's going to knock my teeth in."
Drake's voice interupted. "The bartender's headed for the office. She just went inside."
Inside, the sound of a small explosion and loud screams filled the building. "What the...." The cigarette fell from Dee's mouth. All hell broke loose, mobs of people ran out the front door pushing and shoving. Few were injured by the explosion but more were being injured in the panic.
"JJ!" Dee called on the Nextel. "Get off the roof and get down here. Its no use now. There are too many people!"
"Copy that! I'll meet you inside." Quickly JJ knelt and packed up his sniper rifle.
Drake's voice was next on the Nextel again. "The office blew. The bartender opened the door. When she came back out the whole office blew up. Get in here. Ambulances are on the way."
Dee cursed again and drew his gun in case someone showed themselves. As Dee turned to go back into the club tried the handle on the back entrance of the club. It was unlocked. The moment he opened the door found himself face to face with a rather burly man.
"Outta the...!" Dee stopped mid sentence, realizing too late that something was wrong, that this was not a fleeing dancer. The last thing he remembered was being hit over the head with the butt of a gun.
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"Mark, Where do you want me to put him?" The burly man asked as he held Dee over one shoulder. Beside him stood the blonde haired man that had danced with Ryo.
"Dump him over there." The blonde man pointed to a corner of wine cellar. The room was small, with only one window that was half blocked by a shelf of bottles. The commotion upstairs had not fully died down, and Dee's Nextel was beeping urgently for his response. "Is the car ready?" After the men deposited Dee, they used his handcuffs to cuff him to a pipeline. Mark knelt down beside him, digging through his pockets. He removed Dee's badge, gun, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a key.
"What's this?" Mark held the key toward the light. "Sheraton, Room 514." A wicked smile formed on his face. He'd hoped Randy would have been here tonight. He thought that the man would come despite any injury. But apparently he'd overestimated him. Fortunately Randy had offered him the information that he did indeed live with Dee and so they would obviously be sharing this hotel room as well.
Satisfied the blonde man signaled for his lackey to follow. As he left the building he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as to how well his plan worked out. They could simply run right to the car unnoticed thanks to the mob of panicked people. With the key, he could walk right into Randy's hotel room. And when Dee woke up, his lackey would have been the only person he'd seen, the only one he could blame. Oh, and with Dee's gun, he was untraceable.
Once in the car, Mark sat back letting his guard drive to the hotel. "Revenge is sweet" As the car passed by the red and blue lights against the darkness stung his eyes. Two detectives stood outside the door shouting back and forth ... obviously looking for Dee. The young lady who was bartender that night was being lifted into an ambulance, from the looks of it she'd suffered a serious head injury. She was an innocent, but necessary sacrifice. As they passed the scene a sad look crossed Mark's face.
FLASHBACK
Mark sped down the highway away from LA. He figured when he was safely out of the city he would make a phone call to his lover Louis, to tell him he'd be out of town for a while but that he'd visit him in a bit. His cell phone rang just before he left the city.
"Mark where are you? " Louis looked around the empty club, he had the key to the side door. Something was quite unusual. This was the clubs busiest night and Mark did not open it. "I just got to the club. You didn't tell me it was closed today."
"Louis?" His heart skipped a beat "Louis get out of the club. You can't stay there!" Mark was shouting into the phone beside himself in fear. "Go outside behind the building and walk across the street, I'll meet you. Louis go quickly there isn't a lot of time. I'll explain everything later. Just... Just hurry."
"What?" Louis took the cell phone from his ear. The stupid thing ran out of batteries, which was entirely his fault. Mark always yelled at him for never charging his phone. He didn't hear what Mark had said. Just that he'd meet him. So he stayed put.
Mark threw his cell phone into the seat and cursed at the top of his lungs. Braking hard he crossed the median, and headed back for the club. The trip back took just under a half an hour. He prayed to God Louis was still safe.
"Louis!" Mark called as he ran through the side door into the building. Louis was sitting on one of the tables, feet dangling. He smiled at Mark, his face angelic. Louis had light brown hair and equally light brown eyes. His features were soft and delicate, as was he. Mark wasted no time with greetings. He ran over to the table and grabbed Louis by the wrist, hauling him to his feet. "You are so stupid Louis. Why didn't you wait for me where I told you?" His grip on Louis's wrist tightened.
Louis was surprised and offended. "Ouch. You're hurting me..." He pried at Mark's grip. "You told me to wait here. What's the matter with you?" Louis had never seen Mark act this way.
"I told you to wait across the street!" Mark shouted. His eyes scanned the room. The police where on their way. He saw them down the street when he came back. Dragging Louis he ran for the door.
"What's going on!" Louis demanded, struggling now.
Mark threw open the side door. Just as he did he heard shouts from outside. Someone slammed against the front door.
"LAPD!!" The front door was hit again. They were going to break in. "There's a side door, someone cover it!"
"The police? Why are the police here? What's going on?" Louis seemed on the verge of tears. He was scared and confused.
"Louis we can't stay in here. Its not safe." With that, he pulled Louis out the door and slammed it shut.
The officers finally managed to open the front door.
"Down!" Mark screamed and pulled Louis to the ground behind a dumpster. The front door had been rigged with explosives. The officers were thrown back in the blast, injuring many.
Randy stared at the building horrified. They had never expected something like this.
"I.. I got it," Peter shouted, recovering from the shock fast enough to respond to the last order and ran to the alley beside the building. Peter was Randy's partner, he was a tall man with short spiked black hair and blue eyes. He'd been fortunate enough to be outside the building when the explosion occurred. He was now one of the few officers left standing.
Grabbing Louis again Mark hauled terrified man to his feet and made a run for it.
Just down the alley they could hear the officers radio. "two males have just entered the alley. I have them covered. Someone cover the other side! " Randy was tracking them through his scope.
"FREEZE LAPD!" Peter shouted, aiming his gun at the pair. Both stopped in their tracks, but Mark wheeled around. He shot Peter three times in the chest.
Louis blanched. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "You shot him..."
"Louis? Louis come on." He reached out for Louis again and the smaller man pulled away. He looked at Mark, horrified. Like he was a monster.
"OFFICER DOWN OFFICER DOWN! Someone get the hell over there! Peter's down!" The radio buzzed nosily, Randy was frantic with concern. He didn't have time to react, to prevent the man from shooting Peter.
"Louis." Mark reached his hand out again but the man backed away from him shaking his head, his hands clasped together in front of his mouth.
"Louis come with me!" He tried again. He didn't even realize he was shaking the gun at Louis. At that moment a snipers bullet hit him in the shoulder. He reeled back, clasping the wound. When he looked up, Louis was running down the alley towards the officers. Angry and injured Mark ran the other way. Abandoning Louis and getting in his car. With one check in the rear view mirror, he sped away.
Louis ran over to Peter. He shifted from on leg to the other, crying. Gathering his courage he knelt down to check the officers pulse. Peter groaned and shifted, like he was trying to get away. Louis removed the gun from the officers hand and took that free hand in his own. Peter stared at Louis, confused. Slowly his expression faded as did the look of life in his eyes.
Louis cried for this fallen officer, apologizing for a crime he did not commit. Through all the sadness and confusion a thought crossed Louis's mind. Only then did he realize the situation he was in. He had just run from a crime scene and was now standing over the body of a fallen officer. Mark had abandoned him. Panic swept over him once again.
The chief of police and another officer finally caught up with them in the alley. The situation seemed so clear to them. An unidentified man, was standing over an injured officer, holding a gun. They shouted for him to freeze, and instead he turned to them. In an act of confusion and panic Louis raised the gun thinking that he needed to defend himself. Had they known Louis, they would have known that he would never pull the trigger. However that action was all the information they needed before firing.
It hadn't taken long for Mark to decide to turn the car around and head back to the club, but he was too late. When he returned he saw Louis's body covered in a white sheet that was speckled with blood. Standing in the alley was a group of officers. In the center was an aurburn haired man who they called Randy, recieving pats on the back. Filled with grief and rage Mark once again sped away from the scene.
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Inserting the key Mark quietly entered the hotel room. It was pitch black, and he could hear
the sound of soft steady breathing. As he approached his hand found the light switch on the wall.
"Dee?" Two tired, dark brown eyes squinted at him beneath a mass of blankets. Mark cocked the gun.
Ryo's eyes finally adjusted to the light. Slowly he sat up, cradling his injured arm to his chest, he stared the blonde haired man in the eye.
"You..."
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All right. Part 3/ the Conclusion next!
Here's chapter 2 of past crimes. Please read and review!
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Dee Latener stood in the center of a large dance floor. The music
seemed louder and more obnoxious than it had the previous night. Tonight they hoped to finish this case, unfortunately without Ryo. Dee had accompanied Ryo to the hospital last night. He was able to check out that afternoon and, thanks to the pain-killers he'd been taking, had been sleeping ever since. Since their house was a crime scene they had been put up in a hotel for the night. He'd left a note on a pillow beside Ryo, telling him he was at work and that he probably wouldn't be home until early tomorrow morning.
Dee wished he could fully concentrate on the case, but his mind often went back to Ryo. Fortunately a specialist had been visiting the hospital. He was able to properly reconstruct the bones in Ryo's hands. But there were no guarantees that it would ever fully heal. They did not knowwhat the effect of the wound would have on Ryo's grip. Hopefully it would not impair his ability to squeeze the handle of a gun and pull the trigger. Ryo was right handed, to be injured in that hand was goingto make many things difficult for him. He'd also have to learn to write lefty for a while until he could hold a pencil....
Dee shook his head. He tried to focus on the case by going over the details. They had investigated who legally owned the club, the name had come up Martin Wood. According to Ryo's report from the LAPD the true owner of the club had someone else front for him on the paperwork last time as well, although that time it was Toni Andrew. Tonight, if the suspect was not found,their goal was get into the office and look for information or prints. By the warning of Ryo however, they would have to wait until the bartender entered the office for change. In LA the place had been booby trapped. If the bartender could enter safely, they would be able to.
Dee was more than a little suprised when a familiar blonde haired man appeared in front of him. "You alone? Where's Randy?"
Dee growled. "What are you, his fucking fanclub? Get lost."
"Now that wasn't nice. It was just a question. Still upset about last night huh? Look, let's get past this. I was drunk and he reminded me of someone. That's all. All right?" Dee was still ignoring him. After a moment the man added. "If he's not here what are you doing here? Cheating on him?"
"No, I'm not... " Dee trailed off ... then sighed. He made a mental note to apologize to Ryo. This man really was insistent. "I'm going to get a drink. Don't follow me." Dee turned and headed over to Drake who was sitting at the bar. He snagged the stool beside him and rested his elbows on the counter.
"What're you having tonight?" The bartender was a young woman, she didn't look like a criminal, she seemed to be working here honestly. She smiled at Dee, flirtatiously. Normally Dee wouldn't have thought twice about flirting back, but tonight... something else was on his mind. "Just a beer" he answered softly. She seemed a little dissapointed, but got him his drink and moved on to other customers. Technically they were not supposed to drink on the job. However Drake was also drinking a beer. It seemed like a pretty smart idea to Dee, Drake could sit at the bar, enjoy his drink, and watch the cash slowly deplete. That way he'd know exactly when she would be heading for the office.
"Seen JJ?" Drake asked, his mouth full of pretzels.
"Not since I checked with him last time." Dee noticed a hint of frustration in Drake's voice. "Why? What'd he do now?" It didn't suprise Dee in the least to hear that he JJ was annoying someone, especially since he stopped hounding Dee and has turned his over abundance of energy towards Drake.
Drake nodded, "He's being stubborn. You'd better speak to him before I kill him." That was the only information Drake could offer.
"Please, do us all the favor," Taking the first and only sip of his beer Dee stood up, taking his pack of cigarettes out of his coat. "I could use a little air." Drake nodded. It didn't seem like the bartender would be going anywhere, at least not for a little while.
Dee stepped out of the front door and around the corner to the small, rather smelly alley that he had chased Toni Andrew through the other night. The alley was tight, dumpsters, fire escapes and basement stairs only seemed to narrow it further. Steam from the nearby restaurant's dishwashers clouded the view. Dee pulled out his Nextel, they'd been using those to avoid radios. "JJ, can you see anything up there?"
"Dee! You're not starting on this too are you?" Apparently Dee had hit on the point of Drake's frustration, JJ immediatly bristled. "I can't come down there. If I stay in alley near a dumpster the only thing I'm going to see are the rats. What if someone goes out the front? What if they are on the roof using the fire escapes? This is my best angle."
"The steam JJ...." Dee noticed JJ had become awfully mouthy to him since he wasn't chasing him anymore. Apparently he no longer walked on water in JJ's eyes.
"If Ryo was here. He'd have the other angle. But no Ryo, and no one could spare me a second sniper. So, I can see your shadow. If someone goes out that way. I can still slow them down." JJ seemed pretty confident that he could do this alone.
There was no use fighting him on it. "All right, lets just hope you get the right person." JJ snorted on the other end of the line.
Dee pressed the button on his lighter, shielding the flame with his right hand.As he smoked, a feeling of
guilt crept up on him. He wondered if Ryo would be angry with him, sneaking off while he was asleep to finish a case that had been Ryo's for years. He was under orders to finish it, he couldn't be angry, could he? "Who am I kidding. He's going to knock my teeth in."
Drake's voice interupted. "The bartender's headed for the office. She just went inside."
Inside, the sound of a small explosion and loud screams filled the building. "What the...." The cigarette fell from Dee's mouth. All hell broke loose, mobs of people ran out the front door pushing and shoving. Few were injured by the explosion but more were being injured in the panic.
"JJ!" Dee called on the Nextel. "Get off the roof and get down here. Its no use now. There are too many people!"
"Copy that! I'll meet you inside." Quickly JJ knelt and packed up his sniper rifle.
Drake's voice was next on the Nextel again. "The office blew. The bartender opened the door. When she came back out the whole office blew up. Get in here. Ambulances are on the way."
Dee cursed again and drew his gun in case someone showed themselves. As Dee turned to go back into the club tried the handle on the back entrance of the club. It was unlocked. The moment he opened the door found himself face to face with a rather burly man.
"Outta the...!" Dee stopped mid sentence, realizing too late that something was wrong, that this was not a fleeing dancer. The last thing he remembered was being hit over the head with the butt of a gun.
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"Mark, Where do you want me to put him?" The burly man asked as he held Dee over one shoulder. Beside him stood the blonde haired man that had danced with Ryo.
"Dump him over there." The blonde man pointed to a corner of wine cellar. The room was small, with only one window that was half blocked by a shelf of bottles. The commotion upstairs had not fully died down, and Dee's Nextel was beeping urgently for his response. "Is the car ready?" After the men deposited Dee, they used his handcuffs to cuff him to a pipeline. Mark knelt down beside him, digging through his pockets. He removed Dee's badge, gun, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a key.
"What's this?" Mark held the key toward the light. "Sheraton, Room 514." A wicked smile formed on his face. He'd hoped Randy would have been here tonight. He thought that the man would come despite any injury. But apparently he'd overestimated him. Fortunately Randy had offered him the information that he did indeed live with Dee and so they would obviously be sharing this hotel room as well.
Satisfied the blonde man signaled for his lackey to follow. As he left the building he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as to how well his plan worked out. They could simply run right to the car unnoticed thanks to the mob of panicked people. With the key, he could walk right into Randy's hotel room. And when Dee woke up, his lackey would have been the only person he'd seen, the only one he could blame. Oh, and with Dee's gun, he was untraceable.
Once in the car, Mark sat back letting his guard drive to the hotel. "Revenge is sweet" As the car passed by the red and blue lights against the darkness stung his eyes. Two detectives stood outside the door shouting back and forth ... obviously looking for Dee. The young lady who was bartender that night was being lifted into an ambulance, from the looks of it she'd suffered a serious head injury. She was an innocent, but necessary sacrifice. As they passed the scene a sad look crossed Mark's face.
FLASHBACK
Mark sped down the highway away from LA. He figured when he was safely out of the city he would make a phone call to his lover Louis, to tell him he'd be out of town for a while but that he'd visit him in a bit. His cell phone rang just before he left the city.
"Mark where are you? " Louis looked around the empty club, he had the key to the side door. Something was quite unusual. This was the clubs busiest night and Mark did not open it. "I just got to the club. You didn't tell me it was closed today."
"Louis?" His heart skipped a beat "Louis get out of the club. You can't stay there!" Mark was shouting into the phone beside himself in fear. "Go outside behind the building and walk across the street, I'll meet you. Louis go quickly there isn't a lot of time. I'll explain everything later. Just... Just hurry."
"What?" Louis took the cell phone from his ear. The stupid thing ran out of batteries, which was entirely his fault. Mark always yelled at him for never charging his phone. He didn't hear what Mark had said. Just that he'd meet him. So he stayed put.
Mark threw his cell phone into the seat and cursed at the top of his lungs. Braking hard he crossed the median, and headed back for the club. The trip back took just under a half an hour. He prayed to God Louis was still safe.
"Louis!" Mark called as he ran through the side door into the building. Louis was sitting on one of the tables, feet dangling. He smiled at Mark, his face angelic. Louis had light brown hair and equally light brown eyes. His features were soft and delicate, as was he. Mark wasted no time with greetings. He ran over to the table and grabbed Louis by the wrist, hauling him to his feet. "You are so stupid Louis. Why didn't you wait for me where I told you?" His grip on Louis's wrist tightened.
Louis was surprised and offended. "Ouch. You're hurting me..." He pried at Mark's grip. "You told me to wait here. What's the matter with you?" Louis had never seen Mark act this way.
"I told you to wait across the street!" Mark shouted. His eyes scanned the room. The police where on their way. He saw them down the street when he came back. Dragging Louis he ran for the door.
"What's going on!" Louis demanded, struggling now.
Mark threw open the side door. Just as he did he heard shouts from outside. Someone slammed against the front door.
"LAPD!!" The front door was hit again. They were going to break in. "There's a side door, someone cover it!"
"The police? Why are the police here? What's going on?" Louis seemed on the verge of tears. He was scared and confused.
"Louis we can't stay in here. Its not safe." With that, he pulled Louis out the door and slammed it shut.
The officers finally managed to open the front door.
"Down!" Mark screamed and pulled Louis to the ground behind a dumpster. The front door had been rigged with explosives. The officers were thrown back in the blast, injuring many.
Randy stared at the building horrified. They had never expected something like this.
"I.. I got it," Peter shouted, recovering from the shock fast enough to respond to the last order and ran to the alley beside the building. Peter was Randy's partner, he was a tall man with short spiked black hair and blue eyes. He'd been fortunate enough to be outside the building when the explosion occurred. He was now one of the few officers left standing.
Grabbing Louis again Mark hauled terrified man to his feet and made a run for it.
Just down the alley they could hear the officers radio. "two males have just entered the alley. I have them covered. Someone cover the other side! " Randy was tracking them through his scope.
"FREEZE LAPD!" Peter shouted, aiming his gun at the pair. Both stopped in their tracks, but Mark wheeled around. He shot Peter three times in the chest.
Louis blanched. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "You shot him..."
"Louis? Louis come on." He reached out for Louis again and the smaller man pulled away. He looked at Mark, horrified. Like he was a monster.
"OFFICER DOWN OFFICER DOWN! Someone get the hell over there! Peter's down!" The radio buzzed nosily, Randy was frantic with concern. He didn't have time to react, to prevent the man from shooting Peter.
"Louis." Mark reached his hand out again but the man backed away from him shaking his head, his hands clasped together in front of his mouth.
"Louis come with me!" He tried again. He didn't even realize he was shaking the gun at Louis. At that moment a snipers bullet hit him in the shoulder. He reeled back, clasping the wound. When he looked up, Louis was running down the alley towards the officers. Angry and injured Mark ran the other way. Abandoning Louis and getting in his car. With one check in the rear view mirror, he sped away.
Louis ran over to Peter. He shifted from on leg to the other, crying. Gathering his courage he knelt down to check the officers pulse. Peter groaned and shifted, like he was trying to get away. Louis removed the gun from the officers hand and took that free hand in his own. Peter stared at Louis, confused. Slowly his expression faded as did the look of life in his eyes.
Louis cried for this fallen officer, apologizing for a crime he did not commit. Through all the sadness and confusion a thought crossed Louis's mind. Only then did he realize the situation he was in. He had just run from a crime scene and was now standing over the body of a fallen officer. Mark had abandoned him. Panic swept over him once again.
The chief of police and another officer finally caught up with them in the alley. The situation seemed so clear to them. An unidentified man, was standing over an injured officer, holding a gun. They shouted for him to freeze, and instead he turned to them. In an act of confusion and panic Louis raised the gun thinking that he needed to defend himself. Had they known Louis, they would have known that he would never pull the trigger. However that action was all the information they needed before firing.
It hadn't taken long for Mark to decide to turn the car around and head back to the club, but he was too late. When he returned he saw Louis's body covered in a white sheet that was speckled with blood. Standing in the alley was a group of officers. In the center was an aurburn haired man who they called Randy, recieving pats on the back. Filled with grief and rage Mark once again sped away from the scene.
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Inserting the key Mark quietly entered the hotel room. It was pitch black, and he could hear
the sound of soft steady breathing. As he approached his hand found the light switch on the wall.
"Dee?" Two tired, dark brown eyes squinted at him beneath a mass of blankets. Mark cocked the gun.
Ryo's eyes finally adjusted to the light. Slowly he sat up, cradling his injured arm to his chest, he stared the blonde haired man in the eye.
"You..."
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All right. Part 3/ the Conclusion next!
