Disclaimer:
Don't own...blah blah blah, I'm poor, get it?
A/N: First off, sorry this is late, I just haven't been that motivated to write, I'll try to keep up with it from now on!
Thanks to kb, Bethanie, Maruken and Vez for your reviews, it means a lot to get constructive criticism. Remember all those potential reviewers out there, always tell us how we can improve! Also Vez, I will try in the future to not make a "Julia replacement," I don't want that, so I will try harder next time! Thanks!
*Blah blah blah*= The Dream sequence
Chapter 3: The Dream
Last Time:
She reached her garage at around 11:30. She ran up to her 6th story flat, and fumbled for her keys. Then she noticed it...her apartment wasn't locked, and the door was opened just a crack...
On with the show:
"Dammit..." she whispered. She felt a wave of anxiety wash over her as she cautiously pushed the door open. "What the fu-?" she asked herself. Her apartment was destroyed. Her living room, her bedroom, her office, her kitchen, all of it was ransacked.
As she stepped lightly throughout her apartment, she had a feeling of violation that was quickly replaced by an unsurpassable amount of loathing. Because that was when she saw it...the only item in her life that meant something. It was a picture. The only remaining picture of her mother she owned. The syndicate had taken everything from her mother, and now the only thing she cherished in her life was destroyed.
She suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline when she thought that maybe someone was still in her house. She reached around to the back of her coat. There was a secret pocket that no one ever noticed. She pulled out her gun, ready to kill anyone who got in her way.
When she went through the rest of her apartment she noticed something strange. Something she never would have expected, nothing was missing. "That's odd..." She was expecting her money, or something to be stolen, but it was all there.
She finished searching the rooms...no one. Other than her apartment being ruined, they left no other sign that anyone had been there. When she had a thought...
"If those Red Dragons did this, there'll be hell to pay." She reached into her pocket and retrieved Vicious' card, walked into the kitchen, got her phone and dialed the number. After the first ring was done she heard breathing on the other end.
She gritted her teeth and slowly spoke into the phone "What the fuck have you and your cronies done to my apartment?" She never let her anger show, but this was going to have to be an exception. Thinking about her mother's picture only fueled it more.
"Miss Knight, already having trouble, I see..." Vicious said calmly, chuckling a little bit, although he could hear the apprehension in her voice.
"When did you do it, huh? When did you ransack my apartment?" She asked a little calmer than before...
"Listen, I don't know what you are talking about?" His calm demeanor was almost sickening to Celest.
"If it wasn't you, then who was-..." Then it hit her, why didn't she think of it before? She was silent.
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Vicious' House:
After a long pause, Vicious asked, "Miss knight? Are you there?"
"Yes, good night Vicious...I'll see you at nine..."
He heard the click of the phone as she hung up, "Of course..." He said quietly into the phone, he smiled.
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Back at the apartment:
Celest decided that she should clean up a little bit, she couldn't sleep now. So she went around to each room and picked up what she could before she couldn't stay up any longer. She went into her bedroom, dragged herself to her dresser, and got out her pajama shorts and a sports bra. After putting her clothes in the "dirty clothes" pile. She went and climbed into her bed and picked up her pillow, making sure her switchblade was there.
Satisfied, she laid down and fell into a restless sleep.
*There he was, her target, the one she was hired to dispose of. He was at a meeting, as expected, with many important syndicate leaders. She hadn't seen Vicious anywhere but knew he was there, watching her every move. As she prepared her rifle, she had the target in sight and there was a clear shot...she began to squeeze the trigger...
Suddenly she heard a gun go off and instantly felt the worst pain she had ever felt course through her. She didn't know what was happening. She looked down to see a pool of blood forming around her she saw that it was from a gun-shot wound to her stomach. Another shot was heard and this one went to her left shoulder. She cried out in pain, and began to fall backwards...everything was moving so slow and she could hear the sound of multiple guns going off around her and just before she landed on her back she saw him, and knew immediately it was him...he had betrayed her...*
Celest woke up with a start. She was doused in sweat and breathing hard. She looked to her stomach and her shoulder...all was well.
As she began to slow her breathing, she got out of bed for a glass of refreshing water. When she entered the kitchen, she got a glass from the cupboard and filled it. As she was about to take a sip there was a knock on the door...
Celest was so spooked, she dropped her glass of water and it shattered into pieces. She looked around and noticed one of her steak knives on the counter close to her. She hurriedly picked it up and went to the entrance hall.
On the floor by her door, she noticed a slip of folded paper. She saw no feet or any other objects under the door. Assessing that no one was there she cautiously walked to the door and picked up the note and unfolded it...
Don't own...blah blah blah, I'm poor, get it?
A/N: First off, sorry this is late, I just haven't been that motivated to write, I'll try to keep up with it from now on!
Thanks to kb, Bethanie, Maruken and Vez for your reviews, it means a lot to get constructive criticism. Remember all those potential reviewers out there, always tell us how we can improve! Also Vez, I will try in the future to not make a "Julia replacement," I don't want that, so I will try harder next time! Thanks!
*Blah blah blah*= The Dream sequence
Chapter 3: The Dream
Last Time:
She reached her garage at around 11:30. She ran up to her 6th story flat, and fumbled for her keys. Then she noticed it...her apartment wasn't locked, and the door was opened just a crack...
On with the show:
"Dammit..." she whispered. She felt a wave of anxiety wash over her as she cautiously pushed the door open. "What the fu-?" she asked herself. Her apartment was destroyed. Her living room, her bedroom, her office, her kitchen, all of it was ransacked.
As she stepped lightly throughout her apartment, she had a feeling of violation that was quickly replaced by an unsurpassable amount of loathing. Because that was when she saw it...the only item in her life that meant something. It was a picture. The only remaining picture of her mother she owned. The syndicate had taken everything from her mother, and now the only thing she cherished in her life was destroyed.
She suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline when she thought that maybe someone was still in her house. She reached around to the back of her coat. There was a secret pocket that no one ever noticed. She pulled out her gun, ready to kill anyone who got in her way.
When she went through the rest of her apartment she noticed something strange. Something she never would have expected, nothing was missing. "That's odd..." She was expecting her money, or something to be stolen, but it was all there.
She finished searching the rooms...no one. Other than her apartment being ruined, they left no other sign that anyone had been there. When she had a thought...
"If those Red Dragons did this, there'll be hell to pay." She reached into her pocket and retrieved Vicious' card, walked into the kitchen, got her phone and dialed the number. After the first ring was done she heard breathing on the other end.
She gritted her teeth and slowly spoke into the phone "What the fuck have you and your cronies done to my apartment?" She never let her anger show, but this was going to have to be an exception. Thinking about her mother's picture only fueled it more.
"Miss Knight, already having trouble, I see..." Vicious said calmly, chuckling a little bit, although he could hear the apprehension in her voice.
"When did you do it, huh? When did you ransack my apartment?" She asked a little calmer than before...
"Listen, I don't know what you are talking about?" His calm demeanor was almost sickening to Celest.
"If it wasn't you, then who was-..." Then it hit her, why didn't she think of it before? She was silent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Vicious' House:
After a long pause, Vicious asked, "Miss knight? Are you there?"
"Yes, good night Vicious...I'll see you at nine..."
He heard the click of the phone as she hung up, "Of course..." He said quietly into the phone, he smiled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back at the apartment:
Celest decided that she should clean up a little bit, she couldn't sleep now. So she went around to each room and picked up what she could before she couldn't stay up any longer. She went into her bedroom, dragged herself to her dresser, and got out her pajama shorts and a sports bra. After putting her clothes in the "dirty clothes" pile. She went and climbed into her bed and picked up her pillow, making sure her switchblade was there.
Satisfied, she laid down and fell into a restless sleep.
*There he was, her target, the one she was hired to dispose of. He was at a meeting, as expected, with many important syndicate leaders. She hadn't seen Vicious anywhere but knew he was there, watching her every move. As she prepared her rifle, she had the target in sight and there was a clear shot...she began to squeeze the trigger...
Suddenly she heard a gun go off and instantly felt the worst pain she had ever felt course through her. She didn't know what was happening. She looked down to see a pool of blood forming around her she saw that it was from a gun-shot wound to her stomach. Another shot was heard and this one went to her left shoulder. She cried out in pain, and began to fall backwards...everything was moving so slow and she could hear the sound of multiple guns going off around her and just before she landed on her back she saw him, and knew immediately it was him...he had betrayed her...*
Celest woke up with a start. She was doused in sweat and breathing hard. She looked to her stomach and her shoulder...all was well.
As she began to slow her breathing, she got out of bed for a glass of refreshing water. When she entered the kitchen, she got a glass from the cupboard and filled it. As she was about to take a sip there was a knock on the door...
Celest was so spooked, she dropped her glass of water and it shattered into pieces. She looked around and noticed one of her steak knives on the counter close to her. She hurriedly picked it up and went to the entrance hall.
On the floor by her door, she noticed a slip of folded paper. She saw no feet or any other objects under the door. Assessing that no one was there she cautiously walked to the door and picked up the note and unfolded it...