Storm Clouds
Chapter 4: Cars Collided
Love is not for kids.
Only a door stood between Cloud and his next target. With his ear pressing firmly against the wood he heard furniture legs scrapping across a wooden floor. The bitch is going to use the window to get out! A few seconds is all the guy needed to get out and save his life, but a price tagged his head. Even if he would jump out the 3 story building and still make it alive, the ex-mercenary would jump after him unharmed by the drop.
The blonde backed away from the door to where he felt the wall against his heels.
"Close enough." He concurred.
With his own permission, Cloud sprinted off the wall and with feet first, slammed the door down with his body weight. The collasped door startled the man as he already had one leg out of the door. Panic paralyzed him as he watched Cloud stride to the man and dragged him into the room by his neck.
"No! PLEASE, GOD STOP!" He sobbed for his life at Cloud's feet. "I SWEAR I'll never tell, I'll never tell, I'll never tell…" Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as well as tears from his eyes. He looked like an infant clinging to the leg of the bed.
Cloud took out Outsider and cocked it with one heavy lead bullet. That's all it takes is one. Once the man heard the bullet locking into place he dashed for Cloud's waist.
"DON'T DO IT! I'll run and you can say I'm dead! They'll believe you! Just don't kill me, please! I have a little girl and women waiting back for me to come home!" Cloud didn't shoot and seemed to hesitate in killing him. The middle-aged man looked up with his eyes glazed in hope. The youth shot him in the head; killing him instantly.
His head jolted back and forth violently as the bullet was pressed into his forehead. Blood and brains jetted out of his skull; painting an abstract mural of red across the wall. The unknown man fell to Cloud's feet with a thump but the young man stood rigid and still. Little specks of blood dotted Cloud's marble face and allowed it to soak in. Dropping the gun back into its holster the assassin knelt down and took out a cigar cutter from is pocket.
The device was used to trim the end of cigars for a more finished look and taste. The hole where the cigar went through was a perfect fit for the man's index finger, and with a firm squeeze it fell off with a clean cut. Blood began oozing out of the missing limb but Cloud scooped it up before it caused a mess and tossed it into a zip locked bag then shoved it into his pocket.
Best way to die is to die with hope. Cloud mused as he causally trotted down the stairs of the apartment building. To bad for the wife and kid; I hope she knew what kind of dirty business her husband got into. Worst thing ever to not know is why they die. Well, whoever tells them about the guy; I bet they'll leave out those details anyway. But I'm not going to lie that this scenario wasn't a hard one to kill. What a drama queen!
Cloud jumped on to his bike, Ferrir and drove off without looking at all conspicuous.
He was told that his money would be waiting for him in the restaurant, Columbus', under the name Dewitt. Columbus' was more of a tavern for dirty deals then a restaurant but that was the way Cloud saw it. A more optimistic person would see differently.
Before approaching the waiter to be shown the table, he made sure his gun was out of sight.
"I'm here for Dewitt, please." The lady smiled a little extra after saying "Yes this way," towards the blonde. Even with blood on his face and a gun beside his ass, Cloud was still a heart-throb to women. Its good that never changed. He smiled.
He was led into a private room in the back. The cramp place was filled with smoke, and ironically they were cigars. Inside Cloud laughed and took his stance nearest to the man at the head of the table. The meeting wasn't for him he knew and the ex-mercenary just wanted this over and done with.
"The roses are delivered. Here's the receipt." Under the table Cloud slipped the bloodied digit into the man's lap. The gruffly man reminded him a lot of President Shinra which made Cloud hate him even more. He felt the bag fall on his lap and finally looked directly at Cloud.
"Jonathan."
"Yes, sir!" A man in the back round jumped up.
"Give our delivery boy his check." Cloud went over to Jonathan under the watchful eyes of the man. He was given a quant book bag filled with large rolls of money. With the inspection cleared of the money Cloud left the room.
"I don't know why the fuck we're here! This guy doesn't even have a big rep. to stand up to." Reno barked as he was following the waitress.
"Will you shut-up? It'll only take an hour at least."
"An hour! Reeve, I'm not even supposed to be on work today!"
"Please, like you were doing anything today!"
"Not in during the day but I was doing something at night." Reno saw a young man closing the door behind him, walking past Reeve. He didn't pay much attention until he say his eyes. His blue eyes were to the ground until they looked up. They shifted from Reeve to Reno but neither man had no effect to those blue eyes.
Reno stopped and only had the sense to make way for the guy as he watched him leave the restaurant. I know him! Cloud!
"Common! Reno?" Reeve paused at the doorway for his redhead.
But why didn't he notice me?
Okay so the story really begins here. I tired to measure up to what I'd said my story would have, that meaning lots of blood. Cloud's cases are probably the only time that there is gore in the story. If it's too much please tell me. PLEASE REVIEW!