1Beautiful.
Absolutely gorgeous.
So utterly breathtaking...that is was murderous.
He tried to back away from the saint like person as fast, and as far as possiable. The man that was backing away held a hand out and cried out, "NO!"
The two letter word burst inside of the handsome head of the person and they sat up.
"..." Looking at the man, they reached out with their claw like fingers.
"No...noooo....Nooooo! NOOOOOOOO!" the man screamed, and then was gone.
"The FUCK was that?!" Leon asked himself as he sat up from his couch.
He had just fallen asleep on his couch when he had felt the sleepiness of the alchohol start to affect him.
He tried to fend it off with a loud tele, but when the sleep overtook him, he welcomed it with open arms.
Leon struggled to stand upright, but something kept him on the couch.
"Bloody hell!" He yelled, remembering that he had taken a bullet the other day, and he couldn't more his right leg because of the bloody cast.
"Shiiiit!" he wimpered as he felt the cast. It felt like it was squeezing the air, and blood out of his leg. It itched like no tomorrow, and he just needed it off. He heaved himself over the side of the couch, and panted.
Leon was half way to the door, when he slipped and fell heavily on to the floor again. "Crap..." came his calm reply to his predicement.
When Leon rolled over, and just stared at the ceiling, he covered an eye with his arm.
"What the hell has to screw my life up so well..." he thought to the day earlier, and sighed pitifully.
Day Before
The blonde cop stomped into his car, and put it in reverse to get out of his complex's parking lot. He growled, and gritted his teeth, waiting for a stale red light to turn green.
Leon swerved on the street to avoid a collision from some other crazy driver on the street as he was trying to turn on a green light.
"CRAP!" He yelled, as he heard the unmistakable screech of metal on metal.
Not fast enough to catch the guys lisence plate number, he growled, and mentally cursed the guy to hell and back.
Leon pulled into the PD parking lot, and stomped past the desk, and up the stairs. Grabbing some coffee from a rookie's hands, and throwing a ten in his face, he stormed off, ignoring the shreik from the rookie.
Leon come stomping into his office, shivering, and trying to heat up from the Starbucks coffee in his hands.
"Hey there big boy! What's up?" Jill, his female partner asked, sitting on his wooden desk.
"Not today Jill..I'm NOT in the mood." Leon growled roughly, glaring daggers at his female partner's shoes.
"What have you got against my shoes there Orcot?" she asked, obviously pissed at how her partner was behaving.
"Godamnit! My good jacket ripped, some asshole scratced my car, and I keep fucking dreaming of talking to someone invisible!" He cursed to her, and ground his teeth in the famous temper he had.
"Really?! I'm sorry Leon, that sucks, and I really hope you have a better day..." Jill stated with real sympathy.
"Yeah...yeah..." Leon waved her away, muttering an apology for being angry with her.
"ORCOT!" came the irate bellow of his chief.
Hearing the old codger, he sighed, and slumped.
"COMING!" he yelled back. Taking a gulp of stolen coffee, he got up and stretched.
He walked to the office, and was surprised to find at least four other officers in he office.
"Yeah...whatya want?" He snapped, scratching his head.
"We had a homicide in downtown China Town. We need you to get your ass out there, and get some clues. We know how you hang out there, so don't complain! GO!" the chief yelled, and flung him out again.
"Dumbass..." The homicide cop muttered, stepping into his damaged car.
Starting the half hour drive to the infamous Chinatown, he turned on the radio to 96.1 FM and started relaxing to some modern Pop, and rap on KISS FM.
Reaching a stop light, he tapped his fingers in rythme on the steering wheel, and smilied. He was doing his job, and he was going to get paid. Maybe get a raise! That would be really nice...
Leon got to China town with no further incidents, and he was happily smiling. When he got to the orientel style dwellings, he noticed some familiar faces, who smiled, and waved at him.
He knew he sorta was the unnofficial protector of the place, and he was kinda glad that so many people looked up to him. He looked around, and say a crowd starting to gather at the end of one of the busy streets.
Skipping through the people on the block, as he was trying to not step on any one's toys, he made his way slowly towards the gathering. Leon pushed his way through the crowd, crying out that he was an officer of the law.
Getting to the scene, he saw a person on the ground, covered in blood with gunshot's in the chest, and lower legs. Peices of bone, and flesh had scattered, making in like a bloody painting.
The mass of muttiliated flesh caused him to wince, and lean away for a moment. Leon came back, and bent down to the body. It was defeniatly dead, but something about was odd. He noticed that the gunshots were different, there were different people involved in this.
Leon got up, and started to make his way to a pay phone to call in some back up. He got to one, next to an alleyway. He dug out some change, and dialed mumbling about expenses. Hearing the chief pick up, he groaned.
"Chief! We got a problem down here, multiple killers. I need back up, and-" his next sentence was interupted with a scream.
His scream.
Shreiking out, he felt a blasting sense of pain come from his leg. Looking down he saw a fountain of blood, then felt, or heard the aftershocks of a gun blast.
Looking up, he saw a masked figure with glinting eyes. Leon tightened his eyes in pain, clutching the fast crumpling leg.
He didn't notice the now frantic screechs coming from the ear peice of the phone. He crumpled, his head hitting the sidewalk as his leg gave out.
The cement had temporarily silenced the brave, blonde cop.
Later
Leon woke up to see himself in the hospital with a cast. Smelling the horrid stench of alchohol, and penicillen, Leon quietly picked himself up, and ripped out all of the injecting machines.
Grabbing the pair of crutches which were probably for him, he started to hobble.
Leon hobbled, and wobbled to the door, and looked out. Seeing no one he began to leave. Reaching the outside, he hailed a taxi, and got in. The pain in his leg made it almost to concentrate, and breathe at all.
Leon reached his apartment, threw money at the driver, and was off like a penguin.
Present
Leon looked up, and wondered why he hadn't heard the phone ring by now. Jill would have called to make sure he would get to work. Squinting, he noticed that the light on the answering machine was blank as well.
Feeling a little down about the thought that no one had tried to contact him, asking about his wellbeing was a bit depressing. Standing, he hobbled to the phone, intent on calling the Pet Shop to ask about Chris.
Picking up the phone, and bringing it to his ear, he was surprised to find no dial tone, and was even more surprised to try and flick on the lights, and them to not work.
Leon started to panic, and began to try all the electricity. The T.V. was out, (Makes sense, since it was off, and he obviously didn't do that.), the lights were dead, and the only electronics that worked were the battery powered ones.
Leon flopped down onto his cold bed, and sighed. It seemed the electric bill hadn't got paid this month, so no electricity for Orcot. Then looking up, he realized something. He hadn't gotten any bills for that month for any thing. He had totally forgot.
Sitting up again, he hobbled again towards the kitchen were he always automatically put down his mail. Seeing an official looking letter, he ripped it open to read.
"Dear Mr. Leon Orcot,
We are sorry to inform you, but the apartment complex in which you live in, while be evacated, and then leveled. We give you three weeks to find a living quarter, and we sorely ask you not to ask us differently.
The complex was bought by a large company which will be using this complex as a new office building. Thankyou for your cooperation, and have a nice day.
Sincerely,
Complex Hosts"
'That's a load of bull crap! Three weeks?!' Leon stormed inside his head, rereading the words again.
Leon almost slumped to see all the bills underneath them. Electricity, water, heating, gas, and insurance for his room, and car. His health insurance had sent him another warning as well.
Leon's mind started to shut down. How was he going to pay for the hospital? How was he going to pay for food? Clothing? ....Chris? If he became homeless....Chris would have to go to a foster family...
He couldn't let that happen.
Leon started to think frantically. 'How can I earn so much money is so short of a time!? I need to find a place to live to! Maybe I could sell all that stuff! Yeah! That's it!'
Leon started to try, and get up to gather up all the crappy porno he had, and began to stuff it on his couch, and trying to pick up. Leon sat on the couch to take a break when he saw the apartment looking empty.
'I really don't have many hobbies do I....' he thought sadly, his head dropping.
He didn't notice it when the door blew open, and an incensed shadow made it's way to him. The scent surround the golden cop, and lifted him up slowly.
The cool scent soothed him to sleep, and to rock in the pleasure of rest. The incense swirled almost happily, and began to disappitate, taking Leon with it.
As Leon started to turn, quite invisible, and untouchable, a cold draft blew through the window, and scattered the rest of Leon's belongings.
The chilled draft quickly dissapted as well, and blew out.