Mako's Message: Well well, three chapters in one week. Not bad, not bad. Cross your fingers that I keep this momentum up, yeah?
Not a whole lot here, length wise, but it's definitely a game changer.
Enjoy!
Tonight didn't go as planned AT ALL.
We found Raphael's apartment without any problems, even found a nice rooftop across the street with a great view into his apartment. One of us watched the apartment through binoculars and a parabolic mic, while the other kept an eye on our rooftop, and we'd switch every hour. Nothing interesting happened, couple guys came by, one of them probably bought a supply to sell since he left with a backpack he didn't come in with, and I think one of them bought a hooker. She didn't leave though or service any of the other guys so she might have been the guy's girlfriend.
Anyway, we didn't get any names(no one even said "Raphael") or see any drugs so we had no reason to believe we were watching anything more than a bunch douchbags being douchy in their douche apartment.
So, we're bored, Dave is working out, it's past midnight and I'm realizing we forgot to bring any snacks and I'm hungry. I take the headphones off and say, "Hey Dave, could you go get us something to eat?"
He says, "Sure" and heads down the fire escape. I leave the headphones off so I can hear if anyone comes onto the roof and because at this point I'm doubting I'll ever hear anything interesting out of the assholes currently sitting around the living room watching some dumbass cartoon and I can just put them back on if someone new shows up.
Dave takes about ten minutes to hit a convenience store and get back with some vitamin water and granola bars. He comes up behind me and says, "Here, sorry they only had cranberry."
I put the binoculars down, take the bar and the bottle, say "Thanks," open the bar, take a bite, chew swallow, open the bottle, take a quick swig, wipe my mouth and put it down without putting the cap on, then pick up the binoculars and look back into the apartment.
And everyone is dead!
I yelled, "What the fuck!?" and dropped the binoculars as a guy stepped out from between two of the windows while sheathing a katana. He's dressed in black from head to toe, but his mask has white splotches where the eyes are and doesn't cover the bottom half of his face.
He looks over at us and...it was like a smirk, but bigger. Like he was laughing at us. I just know that if we'd been closer we'd have been able to see teeth.
So we run for the fire escape and pretty much skip the steps, just jumping from floor to floor. When we hit ground we rush to the other building, Dave boosts me up to the fire escape and then runs for the front door. I keep looking up the whole time and I don't see him come out, and then when I reach the apartment the window is shut. I throw it open, step inside, and there is blood fucking everywhere. He literal used it to paint graffiti on the walls.
There were fangy, grinning mouths, the words, "Succumb", "Fear Me", "Futile" and "Death", and then splashes that were probably just from when he killed everyone in the apartment.
I didn't see him though, and I was just starting to check the other rooms when Dave burst in and said, "You see him?"
I shook my head and started to look into another room, when Dave yelled, "The window!"
And he ran over and poked his head out and said, "He's on the roof!"
So we bolted up the fire escape just in time to see him making a jump to the next building. We chased after him across three more rooftops until he hit the end of the block. I thought for sure we had him cornered since there was street on two sides and an alley with a taller apartment on the third. I should have known better though, nobody who is cornered just stands there that calmly.
I tried to talk to him, since he could have been hero. He did just clear out an apartment full of drug dealers after all. And if he was he could be a huge ally in taking down The Motherfucker. But we're kinda well known so him running from us meant he probably wasn't.
Before I could get more than two words out though, he broke into a run towards the edge of the building, and if I hadn't been thinking "What the fuck is he doing?"(we were still three stories up after all) I could have shot him, but then he leaps off the fucking roof and lands on a passing 18-wheeler.
We get to the edge just in time to see him turn and bow at us before turning and walking towards the cab, and by that point pursuit was impossible.
I was so angry I couldn't even swear. I felt like I just got completely out classed.
I think I know how Dave felt the night he met me.
