Don't own 'em!

Donte's POV

I kicked the apartment entrance door off its hinges. I felt the blood from my eye dripping all the way down to the knife I held tightly in my hand. The alley was dark and familiar that I turned in to. There, I slowly paced my self, step by step. I tried not to breath heavy so I could hear everything around me. I couldn't see anything even with my good eye wide open. Keeping close to the wall was my best bet at not running into the bastard that did this to me. I don't want to avoid him; I just want to be ready when I see him. I heard rustling not to far away and a smacking sound on the wall or ground. I stepped further into the alley. It was too pitch black outside for my eyes to adjust to my surroundings. I heard the sounds again. I was so close to him now. I inched my way closer and closer. I still can't see a damn thing. I tensed up as I heard the man's voice.

"Where the hell is it?"

'Maybe he was looking for another rock to throw at another innocent man, maybe.' As I thought about my eye, I thought about the hooker that's upstairs in my apartment. Letting out a silent sigh is all I could do at this time as I replayed the statement, no, the insult I said to the prostitute. 'She didn't deserve that. Why must I be an ass to do this game? A game, that's right, I forgot. It was all my idea to do this. And now I'm about to kill a physco stranger that threw a rock at my window and accidentally hit me in the eye. I'm sure it was just an honest mistake.'

"Whatever." I said to myself turning around. I threw my knife into a trashcan beside me; it made a loud thundering noise.

"Who's there?!" I'm stunned at the voice I just heard. It was raspy and low. 'Where did I hear that voice before?' I look back but I still can't see anything or anybody. Nature must have read my thoughts, the clouds parted and the full moon that was in the cold night sky revealed the disembodied voice that I could not recognize.

"You!!" it was the hobo man from earlier this night. "You threw the rock?!?" I think I caught him off guard.

" . . . ah, no."

"You lying bastard!" I ran up to him and socked him in his big ass nose. He stepped back and cupped his it as it bled.

"Not again!" he yelled out.

"You see this?! You see my eye?!" I stepped up, face to face with him. "Look what you did to my eye!" the hobo was breathing heavily as he rolled his eyes at me.

"Do you know what's going to happen to it when it heals? It's going to heal smaller than the other one; I'm going to look like fucking Shannan Doherty now!!" He looked me square in the face and let out a big guttural laugh.

"Shut up!" I backed off a bit. "I will cut you, ya know!"

"Cut me? You threw your knife away dumbass." 'Did he---did he just insult me? After everything he's already done?' The man pushed past me and proceeded out of the alley.

"Here it is." He bent down and picked up something I guess he was looking for all this time. "Oh, by the way . . ." He said turning around. "Nice moves on the lady, you're real smooth." He laughed again. 'That's it!' I sprinted as fast as I could and jumped on top of the man's back. He hollered and flailed his arms. Bad move on his part; I put him in a choke hold as squeezed tighter and tighter as he struggled against me. He punched the back of my ribs a couple times but I didn't loosen my grip. Slowly, he went down on his knees like a tranquillized bear. His face slapped on the cement floor and I felt so unbelievably proud of myself. I got off the man's back and took in a deep breath as I looked up at the full moon. I let out a satisfying laugh as I saw my broken window. As I looked back down at the homeless man, I bent down and removed the black eye patch off his head.

"It's a pretty nice fit, if I do say so myself." I walked like a stud out of the alley. That's when I saw him again. The pimp. The purple pimp. The one that I flipped off. My eye went wide as I nearly crapped my pants. He started jay walking across the street. Before he could get to the middle divider, my ass was already up the apartment stairs.

Rachael's POV

Okay, I'll be honest; I've been sleeping in this closet for a good ten minutes now. I have no idea what's happened in those minutes at all. All I know is that I hear my apartment door creeping open and footsteps slowly entering. 'What time is it anyway? Is that Donte coming back home from dropping the hooker off? Ugh, this is so boring. I wish he would just get slapped so I didn't have to be in here. I can't even see what's recording on the camera cause it's so cramped in this damn closet.' The footsteps sound like Donte entered the living room. I swear I start to hear arguing. It's definitely Donte and the woman arguing. I pressed my ear to the closet wall to hear anything. Couldn't hear a sound. 'Well, this is no use, especially when he's not insight of the camera and I can't hear 'em." I cautiously opened the closet door and checked to the left and right of me. 'Was the window always like that?" I scooted out of the closet as the arguing turned into shouting.

"I've gotta get this on camera." I whispered to myself. The tripod was stuck and I couldn't get the camera off the top of it.

"Screw it. I just want to see this with my own eyes." I crept out of the bedroom, down the small hall and into the kitchen where I could finally hear what the woman was saying to Donte.

"I'm sorry. That's not what I meant to say!" I heard Donte say.

"Just forget it okay!" I hid behind the kitchen island as the woman Donte picked up stormed up to the door. "And next time you shave; try standing an inch or two closer to the blade!" The door slammed and the room became silent. 'Ouch. I think I heard Donte's ego being crushed. Oh well. On with the bet.' I bounced up, onto my feet and looked over at Donte.

"What the fuck is on your face?" he looked at me annoyed.

"It's an eye-patch, Rachael. We'll discuss it later."

"Fine." I looked over at the door. "So what happened . . . Donte? Don't want to talk about it?" he shook his head and sighed.

"I called her a slut in the heat of the moment."

"Heat of what moment?" he looked at me like I was some dumbass. "I was sleeping, Donte. Don't be difficult, just tell me what happened." He grabbed his coat from the rack and his car keys from the counter.

"Just forget it. I'll be back with another one. Bye."

". . . Bye, Donte." The door closed and I was alone. The apartment seemed so cold; there must be a draft somewhere. I sat myself down on my bed, rewound the vide tape and played it back.

Cragen's Van

The van door slid open unexpectedly and Olivia stood in front.

"Olivia, what are you doing back here?" Cragen asked with worry in his voice.

"That bastard upstairs called me a slut. I'm not doing this anymore."

"But Liv, we need you—"

"I'm not doing it. I'm going to go get changed." She left the van obviously angry. Cragen looked away and let out a heavy depressed sigh. A moment passed then he turned around in his seat to face his passenger.

"Okay Casey, it's your turn."

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