"AssasinatED"
by: ChibiMizu
Disclaimer: Ahem! Paleeze! If you think I own EEnE, then do you REALLY think this would be called FAN-fiction?! V.V;; If it was mine, I'd make lots of things happen differently... All other warnings, pairings and the such have been proclaimed in the previous engagements of this fiction. Please take note that I am "A stupid sockhead! And a babbling dweeb that ..." *stops to see millions of frightened fic readers* Erm... *cough cough* Don't mind that. I just watched that episode of EEnE (which is beyond funny) and well... u get it? Review! That is a COMMAND! ^_^ *innocent smile*
~Chapter 5~ (The time is now: 7pm)
Double D sighed deeply. He was waiting in his hotel room alone, as always. He KNEW Skott would be over soon and do what he ALWAYS did. Beat him and/or then do... stuff... all depending on his mood. No matter how much Double D tried to get away from Skott, he ALWAYS managed to track him down and give him an almost fatal beating. So he had stopped running and decided to take the pain in strides. He just figured that this was his punishment from the angels for being so perfect all the time. He also figured that if he had had such a prefect childhood, he didn't NEED a good adulthood. Life just got worse as soon as he left the Cul-De-Sac and Eddy.
"It's because I didn't tell him. I didn't tell him so this is my punishment." He clutched his head, trying to relieve himself of the already growing headache. He also, didn't expect what happened next to actually happen.
"You BASTARD!" Double D looked up to see Skott standing in the doorway, teeth clenched and fists balled.
"Wh-what? I-I-I didn't even leave the room!" Double D tried to protest. Skott stomped over and lifted Double D into the air by his shirt collar.
"YOU did it! YOU killed Julie 'cause YOU were JEALOUS!" Skott slammed Double D into the nearest wall and prepared to smash his fist into Double D's face. Double D winced as the blow made its mark and a trickle of blood escaped from Double D's nose.
"I-I what?! I didn't kill anybody! I-I was just at my meeting you allowed me to go to and I came straight here and --" Skott's fist imbedded itself in Double D's stomach, cutting off the words that seem to trail down. Punches and kicks were thrown mercilessly at Double D as soon as Skott let his drop to the floor. Double D tried to crunch into a ball, as he did so many other times, and just waited for the beating and mental abuse to seize. Blow after painful blow, Double D remained in his position, blocking any hit to his chest or other important parts but not being able to stop the curses and insults. After what seemed like an hour of blood, bruises and a drop of self esteem, Skott sighed.
"Freakin' fuck. I know I shouldn't let you live for what you did, but I will. I'm just so nice to let you live." Skott, wiped the droplets of sweat off his brow and exited as angrily as he had come. Double D didn't move to watch him go but he did hear the door click shut and footsteps of Skott walking away.
Hours past and Double D didn't have the strength to move from his curled spot on the floor. He sighed when he heard the alarm on his watch chime signifying that it was now 1am. Ever so carefully, Double D pulled his arm from his face, sighing slightly. Blood was spattered from painful bruises and cuts all over his clothes, the rug and even some on the wall behind him. He saw that his leg was mis-shapen and knowing exactly that he had dislocated it. Tears began to flow instantly, not only from pain but from mental anguish as well. Years of beatings because he just wasn't good enough to have a nice healthy life.
He missed all his friends, Eddy the most. He missed the Cul-De-Sac and the early morning scams. He missed the old life that haunted him. Double D winced as he managed to crawl to the phone. Picking it up, carefully as to not get blood on it, he dialed 911 and gave them the address and before he could tell them his name, he passed out from pain and loss of blood.
"Hello! Happy Muffins Bakery! How may I help you?" Eddy's perky voice sounded on the phone as he grinned widely. He somehow felt that today was going to be a good day.
"Shiro Tsubasa." The passcode! Shiro Tsubasa was the passcode if you wanted something other than baked goods.
"Oh." a damper was placed on Eddys happiness and he sighed. "One moment _sir_." he grimaced, handing the small cordless phone to Mizu who was counting her newly made profits.
"For me?" she asked, hoping it was an opportunity for more money.
"Shiro Tsubasa!" Eddy pronounced, heading out the door to where female and male customers were mobbing Gabriel.
"Oh!" Mizu, now even happier, answered the phone with a "Good Morning! How may I be of service?"
"Erm... you're an assassin in Shiro Tsubasa?"
"No. I'm the Muffin Man!" Mizu scrunched her face. "Of COURSE I'm in Shiro Tsubasa!"
"Oh. Okay." Mizu stifled a laugh as she realized that the person on the phone was trying to disguise his voice. "So... what do I do?"
"Ugh, a new timer?" Mizu sighed, laying down on the table. "What is the reason for killing the person?"
"He's a bastard and he made somebody kill my girlfriend. I found her in the park this morning." Mizu felt her heart skip a beat. /If only you knew how... utterly correct you are.../ Mizu shook her head as she thought of the irony.
"Ah, I'm... that's too bad." Mizu grinned as she said that. "Okay, so I need a name and address where he could be at a certain time."
"Erm, about that." the man on the phone stopped. "Yah see. He's kinda in the hospital and he MIGHT not be out for a bit." Mizu, even though she was on the phone, rolled her eyes.
"So how long may this take?"
"..."
"Well?"
"How long does it take for a bunch of bruises to heal?"
"... good golly gosh! That may be awhile! Ugh, well. As soon as he's out of the hospital, give us a call. We refuse to kill already injured peoples."
"Er, yah. Sure." ~Click~
"That was more or less retarded..." Mizu set down the phone and jumped off the table. She shook her head as she continued counted her money. "I don't see why people even CALL if these missions are pointless and merciless killing. If somebody wants to kill a person just because of a chick, then why don't they do it themselves..."
~A week later~
The light of the morning sun shone brightly through the window of the purely white room in the hospital. Double D opened one eye and quickly rolled over, fear rushing through him. Today was the day he was to be let go from the hospital and his only protection was to vanish.
"Noooo..." Double D whined, something he hadn't done for awhile. "I like being safe..." he sighed. He knew it was inevitable. That as soon as he was let go, Skott would find him and beat him up again. This was the way it had been ever since he MET Skott. Pain and torment, repetitively. Double pulled the covers over his head. They couldn't make him leave if he didn't want to! He could go to one of those safe houses. Too bad Skott had connections to all of them within a 150 mile radius of his person. Double D groaned as a nurse walked in baring a wide grin.
"Guess who gets to LEAVE!?!" she tossed her short purple hair over her shoulder.
"Umm... somebody else?"
"That's RIGHT! You do!" the nurse ignored his comment completely, pulling out a sweater and jeans from behind her back. "Wear THESE!" she grinned again, heading out the door. "And don't worry, I'll get all paperwork done for you... Edward!" Double D rolled his eyes. He picked up the clothes which she had set on the edge of his bed. "I don't WANT to leave..."
All that was heard in the lightly lit hallway was the scrambling of keys against a lock. Double D had ran all the way home, which was unusual for him, and had made it to the hotel in 5 minutes flat. He opened the door and cautiously walked in.
"S-skott?" Double D looked on the bed, in the bathroom and under the bed. He even looked in the closet. Skott was no where to be found. "..." Double D made sure the lock on the door was bolted and the windows were locked, then flopped down onto the bed. He had made a plan when he was at the hospital.
Since he HADN'T told the truth about Skott, saying it was just a random critic that didn't like him, he had no way of telling the police, if this happened again, that it was the same guy. He knew that the police would ask what he looked like and that there was no way he could lie again about being blindfolded.
"So! I'm going into hiding!" Double D decided randomly. (yes readers, it was RANDOM) Double D nodded to himself, nodding off to a peaceful sleep filled with happy dreams of his childhood.
TBC...
Final notes: O_O;; Woah, it ended abruptly. But no worries! I'll try to get it dun b4 Christmas! *laughs* OK! Maybe b4 June... _O I have a problem with FINISHING things... 'specially fics. T.T Erm, and if u think it's shorter than all the other chapters, its because it is. I ran outta brains so... Well, plz review. All encouragement is welcomed and flames are dealt with accordingly! ^_~ See ya round! *goes to work on Midnight Insense*
Can u tell that my little imaginary assassin group is a little... lacking... in the whole brains department?
Disclaimer: Ahem! Paleeze! If you think I own EEnE, then do you REALLY think this would be called FAN-fiction?! V.V;; If it was mine, I'd make lots of things happen differently... All other warnings, pairings and the such have been proclaimed in the previous engagements of this fiction. Please take note that I am "A stupid sockhead! And a babbling dweeb that ..." *stops to see millions of frightened fic readers* Erm... *cough cough* Don't mind that. I just watched that episode of EEnE (which is beyond funny) and well... u get it? Review! That is a COMMAND! ^_^ *innocent smile*
~Chapter 5~ (The time is now: 7pm)
Double D sighed deeply. He was waiting in his hotel room alone, as always. He KNEW Skott would be over soon and do what he ALWAYS did. Beat him and/or then do... stuff... all depending on his mood. No matter how much Double D tried to get away from Skott, he ALWAYS managed to track him down and give him an almost fatal beating. So he had stopped running and decided to take the pain in strides. He just figured that this was his punishment from the angels for being so perfect all the time. He also figured that if he had had such a prefect childhood, he didn't NEED a good adulthood. Life just got worse as soon as he left the Cul-De-Sac and Eddy.
"It's because I didn't tell him. I didn't tell him so this is my punishment." He clutched his head, trying to relieve himself of the already growing headache. He also, didn't expect what happened next to actually happen.
"You BASTARD!" Double D looked up to see Skott standing in the doorway, teeth clenched and fists balled.
"Wh-what? I-I-I didn't even leave the room!" Double D tried to protest. Skott stomped over and lifted Double D into the air by his shirt collar.
"YOU did it! YOU killed Julie 'cause YOU were JEALOUS!" Skott slammed Double D into the nearest wall and prepared to smash his fist into Double D's face. Double D winced as the blow made its mark and a trickle of blood escaped from Double D's nose.
"I-I what?! I didn't kill anybody! I-I was just at my meeting you allowed me to go to and I came straight here and --" Skott's fist imbedded itself in Double D's stomach, cutting off the words that seem to trail down. Punches and kicks were thrown mercilessly at Double D as soon as Skott let his drop to the floor. Double D tried to crunch into a ball, as he did so many other times, and just waited for the beating and mental abuse to seize. Blow after painful blow, Double D remained in his position, blocking any hit to his chest or other important parts but not being able to stop the curses and insults. After what seemed like an hour of blood, bruises and a drop of self esteem, Skott sighed.
"Freakin' fuck. I know I shouldn't let you live for what you did, but I will. I'm just so nice to let you live." Skott, wiped the droplets of sweat off his brow and exited as angrily as he had come. Double D didn't move to watch him go but he did hear the door click shut and footsteps of Skott walking away.
Hours past and Double D didn't have the strength to move from his curled spot on the floor. He sighed when he heard the alarm on his watch chime signifying that it was now 1am. Ever so carefully, Double D pulled his arm from his face, sighing slightly. Blood was spattered from painful bruises and cuts all over his clothes, the rug and even some on the wall behind him. He saw that his leg was mis-shapen and knowing exactly that he had dislocated it. Tears began to flow instantly, not only from pain but from mental anguish as well. Years of beatings because he just wasn't good enough to have a nice healthy life.
He missed all his friends, Eddy the most. He missed the Cul-De-Sac and the early morning scams. He missed the old life that haunted him. Double D winced as he managed to crawl to the phone. Picking it up, carefully as to not get blood on it, he dialed 911 and gave them the address and before he could tell them his name, he passed out from pain and loss of blood.
"Hello! Happy Muffins Bakery! How may I help you?" Eddy's perky voice sounded on the phone as he grinned widely. He somehow felt that today was going to be a good day.
"Shiro Tsubasa." The passcode! Shiro Tsubasa was the passcode if you wanted something other than baked goods.
"Oh." a damper was placed on Eddys happiness and he sighed. "One moment _sir_." he grimaced, handing the small cordless phone to Mizu who was counting her newly made profits.
"For me?" she asked, hoping it was an opportunity for more money.
"Shiro Tsubasa!" Eddy pronounced, heading out the door to where female and male customers were mobbing Gabriel.
"Oh!" Mizu, now even happier, answered the phone with a "Good Morning! How may I be of service?"
"Erm... you're an assassin in Shiro Tsubasa?"
"No. I'm the Muffin Man!" Mizu scrunched her face. "Of COURSE I'm in Shiro Tsubasa!"
"Oh. Okay." Mizu stifled a laugh as she realized that the person on the phone was trying to disguise his voice. "So... what do I do?"
"Ugh, a new timer?" Mizu sighed, laying down on the table. "What is the reason for killing the person?"
"He's a bastard and he made somebody kill my girlfriend. I found her in the park this morning." Mizu felt her heart skip a beat. /If only you knew how... utterly correct you are.../ Mizu shook her head as she thought of the irony.
"Ah, I'm... that's too bad." Mizu grinned as she said that. "Okay, so I need a name and address where he could be at a certain time."
"Erm, about that." the man on the phone stopped. "Yah see. He's kinda in the hospital and he MIGHT not be out for a bit." Mizu, even though she was on the phone, rolled her eyes.
"So how long may this take?"
"..."
"Well?"
"How long does it take for a bunch of bruises to heal?"
"... good golly gosh! That may be awhile! Ugh, well. As soon as he's out of the hospital, give us a call. We refuse to kill already injured peoples."
"Er, yah. Sure." ~Click~
"That was more or less retarded..." Mizu set down the phone and jumped off the table. She shook her head as she continued counted her money. "I don't see why people even CALL if these missions are pointless and merciless killing. If somebody wants to kill a person just because of a chick, then why don't they do it themselves..."
~A week later~
The light of the morning sun shone brightly through the window of the purely white room in the hospital. Double D opened one eye and quickly rolled over, fear rushing through him. Today was the day he was to be let go from the hospital and his only protection was to vanish.
"Noooo..." Double D whined, something he hadn't done for awhile. "I like being safe..." he sighed. He knew it was inevitable. That as soon as he was let go, Skott would find him and beat him up again. This was the way it had been ever since he MET Skott. Pain and torment, repetitively. Double pulled the covers over his head. They couldn't make him leave if he didn't want to! He could go to one of those safe houses. Too bad Skott had connections to all of them within a 150 mile radius of his person. Double D groaned as a nurse walked in baring a wide grin.
"Guess who gets to LEAVE!?!" she tossed her short purple hair over her shoulder.
"Umm... somebody else?"
"That's RIGHT! You do!" the nurse ignored his comment completely, pulling out a sweater and jeans from behind her back. "Wear THESE!" she grinned again, heading out the door. "And don't worry, I'll get all paperwork done for you... Edward!" Double D rolled his eyes. He picked up the clothes which she had set on the edge of his bed. "I don't WANT to leave..."
All that was heard in the lightly lit hallway was the scrambling of keys against a lock. Double D had ran all the way home, which was unusual for him, and had made it to the hotel in 5 minutes flat. He opened the door and cautiously walked in.
"S-skott?" Double D looked on the bed, in the bathroom and under the bed. He even looked in the closet. Skott was no where to be found. "..." Double D made sure the lock on the door was bolted and the windows were locked, then flopped down onto the bed. He had made a plan when he was at the hospital.
Since he HADN'T told the truth about Skott, saying it was just a random critic that didn't like him, he had no way of telling the police, if this happened again, that it was the same guy. He knew that the police would ask what he looked like and that there was no way he could lie again about being blindfolded.
"So! I'm going into hiding!" Double D decided randomly. (yes readers, it was RANDOM) Double D nodded to himself, nodding off to a peaceful sleep filled with happy dreams of his childhood.
TBC...
Final notes: O_O;; Woah, it ended abruptly. But no worries! I'll try to get it dun b4 Christmas! *laughs* OK! Maybe b4 June... _O I have a problem with FINISHING things... 'specially fics. T.T Erm, and if u think it's shorter than all the other chapters, its because it is. I ran outta brains so... Well, plz review. All encouragement is welcomed and flames are dealt with accordingly! ^_~ See ya round! *goes to work on Midnight Insense*
Can u tell that my little imaginary assassin group is a little... lacking... in the whole brains department?