O.O I worry for my life now. . Note to self get home security. And just so I'm expressly clear about the whole time frame here this fic is set before the movie and end of the series but after Jupiter Jazz.
Chapter Four: Devil Within A Devil
Vincent could feel his heart beginning to kick into high gear as the woman came into the room. She seemed so familiar and yet he couldn't place where he knew her from. Did he know her? Or was she part of the dream world? The iron grip that kept Vicious pinned to the wall began to loosen up as the questions raced through his mind faster then he could process them. And still that woman approached, only stopping once she was past the entry way and then raising her pistol up towards him. The purple robe and veil swirled around her toned form and for a second or two Vincent could have sword he saw a marking tattooed on her arm.
"Let him go Vincent! You know that you don't want to do this!" At first the words seem to come from the air itself but then the ex-soldier realized that he had been spoken too. A wide and determined grin came to his face as his fingers tightened around the silver man's head once more.
"But why? This…man came into my home…just like you did…took up a weapon…just like you did…and tried to kill me…which I can only assume your going to try and do. So…just perish and leave me alone!" That last sentence was bellowed and his fingers crushed in on Vicious's skin, nails biting in and drawing blood. The hit-man kicked and screamed into the hand as thin rivulets of the crimson liquid ran down his face and he felt something that sickened and amazed him at the same time. Something was in his mouth besides his own blood! It had to be Vincent's and that made Vicious want to gag…if he had been able to control himself then he still probably would have. But just as his body's natural reactions began to kick in Vicious found himself moving once more. Silver hair blew about his face as the ex-soldier threw him at that woman, giving him a clear look at the black tattoo emblazoned on Vincent's right wrist. A shot rang out right next to his ear seconds before his body collided with the woman's and the both of them fell to the ground. Vicious was up as quickly as his banged up body would allow, skittering backwards until he was behind the woman. Another shot exploded forth, this time from Vincent's gun, shattering the floorboards next to the two and sent wood splinters flying. The hit man wasted no time in wrapping his left arm around the still dazed woman's neck and then standing, lifting her into the air in front of him.
"Hold it Vincent! I don't know why but I don't think you want this pretty shield of mine hurt!" Vicious barked out, revealing a small pocket knife he had concealed in his belt. A pitiful backup in case he lost his sword in the middle of a fight. And to think that when he had first thought of the idea Spike had laughed at him, only saying one sentence before leaving him to his thoughts.
"If you lose your sword then you're a dead man..."
A small growl escaped Vicious's mouth then as his arm tightened around the black haired woman's throat before the man noticed that Vincent hadn't backed off. If anything the mad man seemed to be smiling wider as he kept the pistol on the two intruders. Suddenly, just barely, Vicious heard the woman in his arms whisper something…
"Vincent…don't you recognize me? It's me…Elektra" she seemed to breath out towards the madman in front of her, past the thin veil. The hit man could have sworn that he saw a trail of tears running down her cheeks before he raised his attention to his foe once more and what he saw there chilled him to the bone. Vincent's eyes were bulging out of his head as he stared at the woman, the pistol trembling in his hands as he began to back away. With a clatter the pistol fell out of his hands and he reached into his trench coat to grab something. Vicious was already back pedaling with his hostage the moment the gun had hit the ground, from everything he had seen from Vincent so far, anything that came out of that coat was no good. So when his shoulder ran into the wooden door frame that lead into the room the white haired man visibly jumped at it. Reacting purely on instinct the savage man raised the hand with the knife in it to the woman's throat and twisted around the outside edge.
"If you want to stay alive then you'll follow me nice and calmly. Try to run and I'll have to de-claw this little beast." Vicious whispered before he shoved the tanned woman towards the stairs. Angry and hard eyes met his own before she began to head towards the stairs at a brisk pace with Vicious right behind her.
Who was she! Why does she seem so familiar! These where the questions that where pounding threw Vincent's head as he watched the albino take the hostage and begin to back out of the doors. Unbidden feelings rose up in his chest and he felt almost protective of the woman even as he knew the threat was genuine but mostly bull. It came to Vincent then, he should just blow all three of them out of the dream. That was when he dropped the pistol and reached into his trench coat for his only heavier fire arm, a grenade that he had woken up with on Titan. Despite his best efforts Vincent couldn't stop his hand from trembling as he reached for the explosive until he noticed that the two where gone. A relieved smile rose to his face as they left and Vincent went over to one of the two chairs in his room and sat at the table. His one thought before he began to fall asleep being, "I need to find something to occupy my time."
Ho hah! Done! And theres no vote for the next chapter because I already know whats going to happen and it can't really be changed!