Disclaimer: I did not make Sin City, or the Characters. They respectfully belong to Frank Miller and Dark Horse comics. Also, any characters I come up with that aren't mentioned in any of the comics, you can guess are mine.

Sin City
Dirt White Lies
Chapter Nine: In a Darkened Room

The City was burning red, Haley didn't lie when he said he wanted a riot, but unlike what the news said of it being a bunch of people looting and maiming, this was organized, and its just Brown was a damn genius when it came to manipulating. He'd send two guys in the back of a shop, ask the shop owner if he was protected by Renveau, he answered yes, they mark the shop and a bunch of guys come and light the place on fire. No one was killed, except those that decided they wanted to stop it, Renveau sent them and I killed them, usually one at a time, right in the face without a blink. James of course was working discretely, the total body count for him stood at 19, accountants and a banker, the new guy Renveau hired after I killed the last one.

I lit a cigarette and watched the news, Freya poured me another scotch and sat down and watched it with me. She was smiling, I could tell she wanted to be out there living amongst the chaos, so did I but I had to wait, Renveau was coming with heat, he just had to get them organized. The phone rang next to me, I picked it up and put it to my ear and heard the words I'd been waiting for for the last couple of hours, one of Renveau's cruisers was coming downtown, towards the riots and towards us.

"Time to go to work." I muttered getting off my stool.

Freya smiled that devious smile and got off her stool. I finished off my drink, yanked out the pistol in my hand. Freya had her knives on her and the look a man could be killed for. We walked out of the bar and left O' Callahan sitting there watching the news by his loathsome. We got in the cab; I slipped the guy a twenty, told him to floor it. We sped off towards the riots; the guy dropped us off a couple blocks away. We slinked through the back alleys and popped out to Ivory St. I saw Renveau's lackies getting out of the car, armed with machine guns and I spotted a rocket launcher. Freya darted out behind a trash can and pulled a knife; I raised my hand gun and steadied. The devil looked me in the eye as the bullet flew into his head and out the end of it. He hit the car and fell over, everyone else turned and fired, Renveau must've said I was around for them to just fire without terror. I watch Freya sneak up behind one and open his jugular like a pop can. She shoves him into the other guy and throws the knife at his partner, it sticks in his eye and he fires killing his two friends.

I get out from behind the dumpster and look at her; she wipes the blood off her cheek and smears it on the dude's jacket. She looks like a blood splattered angel, wearing a bustier and jeans with a trench coat. The garter around her leg has throwing knives; you couldn't see them till you're dead. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulls me into a fiery embrace that I'm all to happy to indulge in and I feel the fire. The screech breaks it and I feel her reach down and grab a knife. I raise my handgun and fire, the clip goes dry after 6 shots and I watch the car jack knife into a building and flip and explode. One of Renveau's thugs, covered in blood and crying in pain pulled himself out of the car, she throws the knife into his head and looks back at me.

"Later." I answered.

She smiles at me wickedly and we start checking the dead bodies. I find two sub machine guns and that RPG I spotted, Freya collects her missing knives. We make our way into the mob, armed to the teeth with just about everything you can think of. Someone taps me on the shoulder, I'm surprised to see James in the crowd, that bulge under his jacket means he's got that 30-06 rifle in hand as well.

"C'mon, I found something."

I'm already interested and we head off, Freya taking my hand as we make our way through the crowd into a shop. The place is trashed, things hanging off the wall, it smells like all sorts of death happened in it but nothing, not a dead body in sight. James hops over the counter and kneels down; me and Freya look over and watch him lift up a door in the floor. We make our way over the counter as James starts down the ladder. It smells like rotting meat that died in a way I'm too sickened to think about. James pulls the light and I hear Freya gag. People, hung upside down with their guts hanging out in all the gore and blood, straight out of a fucking horror movie, they're faces out literally contorted in terror. I feel a bit of bile make its way up my throat.

"I found them earlier today…" James answered, "What ever the fuck happened to these people they didn't die by any means of what I'd consider normal."

I make my way over to one of the hanging corpses; one of the lesser mauled ones and looked at some of the missing pieces. I see all the identifying marks and I just can't help but wonder.

"I think these poor fucks were eaten."

I hear Freya make her way up the ladder, James spits, two to one he's got the same taste in his mouth as I do.

"Eaten?" James replied.

"Couple months back, I was sent out after a couple of our guys didn't report in. When I came there, they looked a lot like this. More of them were missing and they were cut up like fucking turkeys. Hands and Feet, first, then they went up the fore arms and kept going. Renveau thought I was fucking crazy till I showed him the pictures, we never found the sick fucker. I guess he realized the heat he brought down."

I turn around and I see the glimpse of the fucker before I watch him lunge at James, I try shouting but it's too late. I'm glad James noticed that look. He spun half way around and caught the guy by the throat. The hand came down and buried itself in his left shoulder. I grit my teeth and send a kick into his throat and I hear something bust. He flies against the wall and bashes his head into the bricks and sinks cold. James grabs his shoulder and looks at the guy. He's wearing glasses and a sweater. His fingernails were sharpened points and his body was cat like. James made his way over to the guy, grabbed him by the neck and dragged him out of the hole.

"The fuck're you doing." I asked.

"Taking him with us, He'll help us kill Renveau or he'll die." James answered.

"Just let me put one between his eyes and we'll be done with it." I replied.

James looked back, the guy he was hold looked up and dug his nails into his arm and scrambled out of the shop. I saw Freya throw a knife into his leg and watched him dash into the shadows. James looked at his bleeding arm and grit his teeth.

"Fuck."

I lit a cigarette and looked at him, "You should've let me shoot the fucker."

"Well, too late for that. Hand me that lighter would you?"

We stare at the shop, fire engulfing and purging the dead and horror from it. James bandaged himself up. I keep thinking back to the little fucker, I had to have fucked him up. That kick to the throat must've damaged his voice box or something. I didn't think much about him, more about the sights created by it, sights that were going to stick with me till I got to the toilet to puke it and my guts out.

Author's Note: Yeah I know, I'm like Frank Miller when it comes to releasing these things. Anyway, I figured I'd let you guys have another, working on the ending and hopefully I'll get it finished.