Sin City: Underbelly
By Dude Almighty15
Part I: Marv
Chapter 1
Nancy Callahan's three-room apartment was perfect for the large man who walked in through the front door, having to slightly duck as he entered. Nancy followed him, and took off her soaked trench coat and high-heeled boots. She removed the band that kept her hair in a ponytail and let her blonde hair fall to her shoulders. The man shook off his white hair and the water from his scarred forehead and removed his steeled toe boots and trench coat. The girl went over and sat in one of her large armchairs.
"Thanks for lettin' me bunk here for a few days Nace. You're one big-hearted dame, you know that?" the large man said in his deep scratchy voice.
"Anytime Marv. You need some ice for that?" Nancy pointed to Marv's bleeding, obviously broken nose.
"I'll take a brew if ya got one. Save the ice for that damn bouncer." Marv chuckled, feeling the blood run into his mouth.
"Alright." Nancy began to sit up and Marv stopped her.
"That's ok, I'll get it." He walked over to the small fridge and opened it, nearly tearing the door off. "Sorry. Oops." Marv chuckled at his own strength. He grabbed a beer and pressed it up to his nose, feeling the cool water run down and mix with the blood. He could feel the swelling immediately stop.
"So do you need anything else?" Nancy asked the big man. He shook his head took some time to savor the subsiding pain.
"I know where the blankets and pillows are. Thanks babe." Marv's accent showed through slightly as he moved toward the couch. "You can hit the hay."
"Alright. I'll make you some breakfast in the morning Marv. Night." She waved and left to change into her nightgown and go to bed. She closed the bedroom door quietly as to not make Marv's headache worse.
"Nice dame there." Marv muttered as he layed down on the couch. He wrapped his huge fingers around his face. The rough palms felt the scars and cuts on his face. So many fights. So many lives. His friend Dwight had once said that Marv wasn't a killer, but a warrior who was born a few centuries to late. If he would have been born a few hundred years earlier he would have fought with gladiators or knights. Marv would have been at his prime, a warrior, but he was held down by these laws that he was sometimes proud to uphold.
With that last thought Marv drifted off to sleep.
"Goldie..." Marv's eyes snapped open as he sat up on the couch. It had been a long time since he had thought about her. A very long time. He raised a large hand to his forehead and felt blood leaking down his face. 'Great. Last thing I need.'
Marv's cuts and scars hadn't really ever healed, and sometimes he let them bleed themselves dry. He stood up and walked into the bathroom for a towel, knowing it was gonna be a long night if he didn't sleep now...
"Hey Marv. How did you sleep today?" Nancy asked, walking out of her room and throwing on a robe.
"Not bad. Had some scar trouble about noon. That's bout it." the large man said.
"Thats not to good. You should see a doctor about those. What do you want for breakfast?"
"I'm not to hungry darlin'. You make somethin for yourslef. I'll be fine." Marv said. He meant it to, he wasn't ready for food yet. He would probably just get something at the pub with Nancy. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah, I'll call a cab."