Warning: Rated for language, violence and adult behavior.
The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
This story also uses characters from the graphic novel 'Sin City' by Frank Miller. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
This story also uses characters from the movie 'Wasabi', directed by Luc Besson. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
References to 'The Goon' in this story do not refer to the character of 'The Goon' by Eric Powell.
Marv sat at the bar next to the stage and enjoyed the show. Every now and then, the girl would strut over, bump and grind for Marv alone, it seemed, then move on. Before she went down the line, Marv put a ten euro note in her garter, which was blooming with bills.
Since he arrived in France, Marv would go out in the evenings and sample the Paris nightlife. The places he frequented were some of the more seedy spots in the city. The place he was in tonight reminded him of Kadie's, back home in Sin City. The customers were a rough and tumble crowd, like the people he knew there. The girls were enthusiastic, as evidenced by the girl on stage tonight, and they had an air of confidence that said they were in control. Just like home, but not quite.
Marv's luck held true to form tonight; none of the girls approached him for a trick. He sighed, hoping that someone would look past his ugly visage and at least spend some time with him.
Like Nancy, he thought to himself.
Nancy Callahan was a girl who danced at Marv's favorite club, Kadie's, back home. As far as Marv knew, she wasn't a prostitute; she didn't sleep with the customers. Nancy would just dance on stage and strut her stuff, and make every dick in the place stand up and beg for relief. Marv noted that on more than one occasion, Nancy aroused that same sentiment in quite a few women in the club.
If there was anyone that Marv wanted to be with, it was Nancy. She was not only brassy and flirtatious on the stage, she was sweet and friendly off the stage, too. Whenever Marv was in the club, she would come by and talk with him after her set, and buy her own drinks. Nancy never talked with any of the other mooks, just him. It made Marv feel special, even though Nancy made it clear she wasn't interested in Marv in that way. Marv was heartbroken, but understood.
He remembered one time a few months back when Nancy asked him for a favor. Some guy from school had been following her around and pestering her. He had even followed her into Old Town one night, and sat at the bar while she performed. It wasn't that she disliked the guy, she just didn't like him in that way. And he was starting to get insistent, very insistent.
Nancy asked Marv to have a talk with the guy. Gail had already said that if the prick showed his face in Old Town again, Miho would take care of him, but Nancy didn't want things to go quite that far.
So she asked Marv if he would have a talk with the boy. Don't kill him, don't hurt him too much, but make sure he got the message that she wasn't interested. Marv smiled and said, sure, no problemo.
Before he left that night, Marv had a quick word with Miho. Then he set out after the erstwhile suitor.
It didn't take long to find him, either. He was in the bushes outside of Nancy's place, watching her get ready for bed. He was beating himself off watching the scene when Marv found him.
Marv kept his promise, he didn't hurt the boy too much. He didn't have to, really. The kid pissed and shit himself as soon as he grabbed him. Marv growled at the cleaner's bill he now had, but set about his work. One punch to the solar plexus shut the kid up, and Marv dragged him, with his pants still down around his ankles, and threw him in the trunk of his car.
He drove to the spot where he arranged to meet Miho. There wasn't a night that went by that Miho didn't have to kill someone for crossing the girls of Old Town, and that night was no exception.
Nancy's suitor was still crying when Marv pulled him out of the trunk. He dragged the kid over to where Miho and Gail were standing over a man who was trussed up like a Christmas turkey, cussing the lights out.
"Kid," Marv told the boy, "Nancy has told you several times she wasn't interested. Now you've gone and scared her, and her friends don't like her being scared. You're getting off lucky tonight, but only because Nancy wanted it that way. Here's what's gonna happen to you if you ever come sniffing around her again."
Miho picked up the man by the hair. He was still cursing, saying how he would "mess you bitches up when I get loose."
Miho sliced his head off. She didn't cut it, she didn't chop it. She sliced it, slowly. The man screamed as she started, then gurgled after she cut through his windpipe, then was silent after she cut through the arteries in his neck. When she had the head completely severed, she held it up, so the boy could see just what his fate would be next time. Miho then threw the head aside, and proceeded to cut up the rest of the body. The kid vomited up everything in his stomach. Marv made the boy watch the whole thing.
When Miho was done, Gail spoke up, "maybe it's because you're young, or not from around here, but let me make things perfectly clear to you. No one messes with The Girls Of Old Town. This is what happens when you do. Nancy is one of us, and if we ever see you around her again, there won't be enough of you left to bury."
Marv was pulled out of his reverie by the applause and whoops of the patrons as the girl's set finished. He shook his head, then clapped and whooped with the rest of them. The girl had done a real good job tonight.
Marv left a tip for the waitress and left, retuning to his cabin at Kadic Academy. His last thoughts before he slept that night was, it's nice here, but it's not Home. I wish I were back home.
