Hey I have revised the first chappy!! Thanx Nyxie for the helpful review. I am 'grammatically compromised' and need all the revision help I can get!
Operation: infiltrate
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Why...why did I save her? I would have never done such a thing two years ago, when I was back in the Syndicate, when I was my old vicious self. That's changed now thanks to my damned older step brother, Blade, who insists on me calling him 'brother.' The bastard is just related to me by marriage . My mother married him after my father because she thought it would 'be for the best'. My father was murdered when I was fifteen. I was so weak and stupid back then, I couldn't even hold a katana properly. I was so weak I cried... for my father and for the grief of my strong, proud mother.
I looked like my father, his silver hair, his sharp features, each feature except his eyes. His eyes were full, deep, and soft brown, filled with emotion constantly. His eyes filled with love toward my mother and I, pride to himself, and loyalty to the Syndicate. I remember I was proud of him, I remember all too clearly I looked up to him, he had unmatchable honor. He taught Spike and I karate and how to 'get what you want' from people. Right before he died, he gave me for my fifteenth birthday the katana I hold today. The katana I carry still secretly searches for the blood of the my father's murderer.
Silently, I walk fluidly into the room where she still lays unconscious, her fragile features painted with pain. I stand beside the small, worn bed, trying in vain to figure out if this was the right thing to do. I should have just dumped her at a hospital and went on with my life.
"BARK!" I sharp bark jolts me, very unpleasantly, back to reality. I look down at the Doberman, its sharp features and one tall, proud ear pricks back and growls deeply and threateningly at the unconscious figure in the bed.
"Shut up dog, everything is in order." the dog absent-mindedly scratches the place where its right ear once was, now just a very small flap of skin remains. The dog's dark eyes filled with pain and anger, as it scratches it more. What a foolish creature, the ear is gone, why still keep scratching it? It will never return. It will never grow back, so why try to remember it?
"Stop scratching, it will not bring your ear back." I sharply hiss. The dog's dark eyes soften as it turns from my gaze, and runs back into the small kitchen. I am suddenly hungry and am going something to eat, and I know that dog will want some food too. I turn on my heel swiftly about to exit the small bedroom to the kitchen when a soft moan penetrates the heavy silence. I turn around to see her open her deep emerald eyes, shadowed with pain, and look at me with a blurred confusion.
"Vicious..." She asks more than states "Where am I?"
"You are in my home." I look at her as she tries to sit up, but fails because the almost fatal wound in her stomach. She is strong though, it's only been four days and she is healing unexpectedly fast.
"You saved me? Why?" her brassy voice got an underlaying irritated and curious undertone.
"It's none of your business." I state dryly as I prepare to make my leave, something about this woman makes me feel too casual around her. I only met her once before and that was when I kidnaped her and made her sit next to the rotting corpse of a Syndicate leader. Like I said too casual.
"Whaddya mean it's none of my business, you kidnap me and it's none of my business!" She shot her words at me with a staccato anger.
"I did not kidnap you, I was doing you a favor by saving your wench ass."I hiss as I glare at her, pissed to the moon. I cant believe she is so ungrateful! I, Vicious, the formidable killer of her once lover; saves her, and she accuses me of kidnaping her. what an ungrateful bitch.
"Oh...sorry." She said softer in a solemn tone "Thanks I guess." She mumbled apparently she is either hot or embarrassed because she is blushing a pinky rose color. "But I am not a wench." she awkwardly stammers. I mentally scoff, she could have fooled me the way she dressed the night I first saw her.
"I'd really like to know why though; why save me? It doesn't seem like you at all." Her words are shadowed with a cloak of malice. That made me stand on end, I don't like that tone she is using with me, usually I am used to people using such a tone with me, but with her it's different, I don't like it at all.
"It is the same reason I came to Callisto, this frozen hell." I then walk out of the room automatically greeted with the dog sniffing me and walking into the room that I had just exited from.
"You have a dog Vicious?!" I hear her voice turn from angry to all uneasy and surprised
"It is not mine. I found it a few months ago and it wont leave." I roll my sharp eyes as I take out a bowl and put it under the running rusty faucet; filling it with cold water.
"What is her name?" I hear her again shakily yell.
"It doesn't have one." it's a girl dog? Humph, explains the irrational scratching of her ears, only women do such foolish things. I take my water filled bowl and pour in some crappy ramen noodles and set the mircowave and put it in.
"Well then could you come here it's kinda growling at me and....HELP!" She cries as the dog barks angrily at Faye. I turn on a swift grace and walk, but quickly, back into the room where the dog is bearing its sharp, slender dagger teeth. Faye's eyes filled with liquid fear as she tries her best to inch her body away from the one eared Doberman.
"Dog stop." My sharp eyes roll as my voice booms dully against the bear walls of the apartment. The dog obediently trots away arrogantly and into the cramped closet where she likes to sleep.
"Is that dog usually that pissed?" Faye relaxes against the thin pillow and tries to adjust herself and winces in pain as she grabs her torso, only to realize she is not wearing her halter top, but my old tee shirt I use to sleep in.
"Yes, it's all bark and no bite." Exasperated, I frown as I look down at her, her velvet hair splayed over the pillow, her eyes looking at me with a sudden anger and embarrassment as that same rose color swept over her cheeks again
"What am I dressed in!? D-did you take off my shirt?!" She looked at me as her pink lipped jaw dropped, shocked.
"Yes, I had to take the bullet out of your torso, you shouldn't move. The wound might reopen and I don't know if I will be able to control the bleeding again." I warned her unemotionally, if I wanted to rape her or anything I would have done it in the bar. It's not like I did anything unacceptable, I left her black flower-lace bra on....Damn it's a bad sign when I memorize the pattern of lace on her bra isn't it? Damn the bitch, she will soon be out of here and I can go on with the purpose I came here to fulfill in the first place, atone for my sin against Gren.
"You didn't do anything, did you?" Her voice shaky with uncertainty, her emerald eyes wide.
"No, the dress you wore that night back then revealed more than your bra. Besides I would not sink to such a low level. " I sigh irritatingly and tried to exit the room before she exploded.
"But you did kill Spike, you did sink that low so I really cant be that sure!" She spat irately at me, her lips pursed with overflow of emotion and her eyes narrowed with malice. She doesn't look as pretty angry, it is unusual; however, after she said those words the anger was gone.
Women...
"If it means anything to you at all; I did not want it to end that way, so you drop it!" I acidly spit back, my steel eyes burning, but I cant help the other emotion that they secretly showed also, sorrow. Before Spike selfishly betrayed me; he had been my friend since I was little. He was there when my father was alive; he went through the horrible years when my stepbrother threatened to kill me every day.
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'Hey, what are you two dipshits doing?' Blade's dark eyes flashed and his thin lips hissed venomously with his muscular arms crossed, he is twenty, five years older than spike an I. I hate it when he calls me names, especially since he uses the same name every time, no creativity.
'Nothing that concerns you, so leave us be!' I growl at him, Spike and I were just training. I clasp the hilt of my katana ready to defend my self from his dangerous wrath . He charges at me menacingly and I whip out my katana and slice his arm.
"Why you little fuck!" Before I can react he kicks me in the side, hard, and my head smacks with a sickening thud against the wall. He then takes Spike by the collar and throws him across the room swiftly, his strength superior than mine in his fully developed muscles.
'Vicious I can kill you right now and the only reason I don't is because my dad is married you your whore-mother!" He pulls out his gun and holds the barrel at me head. His black eyes burning with hatred
'His mother is no whore!' I look from behind him as Spike kicks him in the head, giving me time to run.
'Thanx back there Spike.'
'What are friends for Vicious?' He grins as we sprint away to safety
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'Bing' the microwave goes off and I turn quickly from the room to get my ramen. Spike was my friend until the day he ran off with Julia, that day we could never be friends again. I know this because the old, senile witch doctor man said so, he said our stars had separated, never to be reunited. I remember the bullshit name he gave me, hunting wolf. I probably should have killed him.
I realize now I have lost my apatite, in spite of it being the time I usually eat at. Faye has screwed up everything I cant even eat! I take the steaming bowl of beef flavored ramen soup into her dank room.
"Would you like something to eat, I have lost my apatite. And if you don't eat it the dog will." I narrowed my eyes at her accusingly.
"Sure." I gave her the bowl and she ate it slowly at first, then quickly. I turn to walk out of the room for probably the hundredth time today when she asks me again.
"Why are you here at Callisto anyway?" She asks me in a sad, lost tone.
"If I tell you will you leave me the hell alone." I snap tiredly back narrowing my sharp eyes look at her. She nods meekly and slurps more noodles as she manages to prop herself up enough on the wall behind her to eat. I must hand it to her, she certainly knows how to get under ones skin. She is very good at that.
"I am atoning a sin against someone who once lived here." I stated simply, it's not like she'll know who, or what I am talking about anyway. I walk from the room to hear her voice heavy with curiosity and gravity.
"Is it Gren?" I stop dead in my tracks, how does she know Gren?! And how does she know I know Gren?
-in your sweet insanity for too long-
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Well there is chapter two!!!! *punches fist in the air*
who thinks I'm cool!!! *hears crickets chirp* ~_^:::::: I should have known
I am actually happy with this chapter, but Vicious is really hard to write **^^**;; So if I messed any of this actions or mannerisms up, sorry! I'm trying! I think these chapters will alternate between POV that will probably be easiest for me, but I don't know!!!
Anyway I hoped you enjoyed it and I revised ch 1 because I had so many grammatical errors. Sorry guys, I typed it when I was very tired!
Please review it's fun!....I mean really fun...I mean if you don't you are totally missing out on a life enriching experience! @_@
~your ff bud L.O.H.
