Hey guys! once again its ThatGuy, bringing you chapter five of the interstellar best seller "words cant describe." Just in time to hit 500 views! Thanks for the hits and the wonderful reviews I keep getting from yall. as always, Keep em Coming! I love to see any suggestions, critiques or opinions you have of the story! now read on, and my apologies for the lack of action in this story. next chapter will take a look at Dutch and Benny's version of the day. sadly, I don't own black lagoon or any characters associated with it in this story, just The OCs I created. Hope you all enjoy the chapter and have great day! - Thatguyisaight
Rock sat in the back of the pontiac GTO with Benny, while Revy argued with dutch in the front. "The safe house? You have got to be fucking kidding me Dutch! That place is a piece of shit!" Dutch sighed, turning onto the street his company was. "I know we havent been there in years, but its the safest place i can think of right now. And Rock needs to lay low right now, at least until he regains his memory."
Revy sighed sarcastically, leaning the seat back into Rock, squishing him uncomfortably. "At least let me pick up some supplies before we go. I don't think i can eat those MREs we have stored there." Rock groaned and she realized he was crushing him, immediately leaning forward. "Shit, my bad Rock." she said a little sheepishly.
Rock was opening his mouth to respond when Dutch interrupted him, pulling into the parking spot in front of the company. "You guys have 30 minutes, go grab your shit and be back out here." Revy hopped out and was in the building in a flash. Rock was a little more hesitant, standing next to the car, his hands in his pockets. Dutch rolled down the window, leaning over. "Your room is the last door on the left. It should be unlocked."
Rock nodded and walked up the steps. 'Everything is so... familiar.' He thought, finally making it to the hallway. 'Last door on the right.' he kept walking down the hallway, its silence only interrupted by the occasional crash from what he assumed was Revy's room. At last the door was in front of him, but for some reason he almost felt afraid to open it. Eventually he grabbed the handle, turning it and pushing it open. The room seemed bare and empty, the only things inside being a beaten up table, a bed, and a small kitchen with a stove and microwave. He slowly walked inside, taking in his surroundings. "This place is so empty... i live here?" he thought out loud.
"Yeah, your room kinda sucks. Thats why you always hung out in mine." Revy chuckled in the doorway, making Rock jump. He turned to face her, seeing a soft yet indifferent face looking at him, smoke trailing from the cigarette in her mouth. A large duffel bag hung on her shoulder.
"Its just so strange seeing all of this stuff i should remember, but all i'm drawing is a huge blank." He scratched the back of his head, trying to summon the faintest sign of recognition. She pulled the cigarette from her mouth, blowing smoke into the room. "Don't worry rock, we'll get you back to normal soon enough. Now get packed, you don't wanna see Dutch get pissed." He nodded, turning to the small closet next to his bed. As Revy walked back down the hall, Rock could swear he heard the clinking of glass inside.
he opened the closet, revealing a few white dress shirts, three ties and a few pairs of pants. An empty duffel was on the floor next to a pair of dress shoes. Rock sighed and started to stuff the clothes in the duffel, stopping when he saw a bright red and yellow Hawaiian shirt on a hanger in the corner. 'Well, its something different i guess.' he thought, shrugging and tossing it in the bag. He zipped it up and ran back outside to the blare of the GTOs horn.
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Smoke curled from the Left-tenants cigarette, catching under his boonie as he watched his troops check their gear. A door opened to his right and a man walked in, saluting with a fist over his unit patch. "Left-tenant, charlie squad has been captured and executed by the Russians. The only surviving member is downstairs in the barracks." Blair sighed and turned to face the man, returning the salute. "Did he have any information on the target?" The man dropped his salute, taking a stance of attention. "Charlie apparently spotted the red haired woman from the hospital entering with two others, apparently part of the the Lagoon company based near the docks."
Left-tenant blair flicked his cigarette into the corner, pulling out another and lighting it. A fresh wave of nicotine filled his lungs and he smiled slightly. "Put together an assault team, we're paying this company a visit tonight." The man in front of him saluted before turning and leaving "As you command."
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(somewhere outside Roanapur)
The GTO pulled into a gravel driveway leading up to an old cabin, the bumping from the road waking up a passed out Revy. She groaned, opening her eyes. "Watch what the fuck your doing dutch, people are trying to sleep here!" Dutch ignored her, pulling up to the cabin and locking the parking brake. "We're here, get out." Dutch grumbled at Revy, cleary fed up being stuck next to the woman for hours. Revy rolled her eyes, opening the door. "C'mon Rock , get your ass moving! We got a lot of absofuckinglutely nothing to do!" Rock opened the side door and hopped out, grabbing his bag. Dutch stopped him before he started toward the building. "Hey Rock! Here, give us a call if anything happens. The number is scratched on the back." He said, handing Rock a SATphone. Rock took it and thanked him, walking to the cabin as the GTO pulled back down the driveway in a cloud of dust.
Rock nearly choked on the stale air inside the building, and started batting at the dust floating inside. It was dark except a few lanterns haning from the ceiling and the thick slits of glass that served as windows. He placed his bag on a table at the center of the room and took a look around as his eyes adjusted. The building, although not much on the outside, looked like a fortress on the interior. Bulletproof metal plates adorned the walls, and thick plexiglass let little light in from the outside. A gun rack held a wide assortment of weapons, from SMGs to rocket launchers. A few chairs and a couch sat in various corners, all facing the table in the center of the room. A thick layer if dust coated every surface. "Well this place could use a little spring cleaning." he said to himself.
"Its summer you dipshit!" Revy yelled from an open door to his right. "Now come over her and toss your stuff in your room. Its the first door on the left." he shook his head and walked through the door, revealing a small kitchen area where revy was unloading bottles of Bacardi and tequila. He turned to find the door in question, and opened it. The room was little more than a large closet, having only a bed, nightstand and a rusty locker. He dropped his duffel on the bed, coughing as another cloud of dust rose from the sheets.
Rock opened the duffel and hung everything in the locker, giving another long look at the hawaiian shirt. 'i guess ill wear this tomorrow. It seems presentable enough.' After unpacking he walked back into the kitchen area, dumfounded by the sheer number of booze bottles on the counter. "How doid she even fit all of that in her bag?" he thought aloud, earning a resounding grunt from the room next to his.
Rock walked to the door to see Revy tossing a large amount of tank tops and cutoff jeans into the locker in her room. "You need any help?" he asked innocently, leaning on the door frame. She scowled at him before throwing the rest of the bags contents messily into the locker. "Fuck you rock. Why dont you make yourself useful and clean the fucking house before i choke to death from all this dust." Rock shrugged. 'I deserved that' he thought, 'But she does have a point there.' Without another word, he walked out and began cleaning.
(3 hours later, around 10:30 pm)
Rock wiped the sweat from his brow with the loosened green tie around his neck. He had just finished patting out the last sheet from his bed, and he was drenched in sweat and dirt. "Fuck me, that was ridiculous" He said, lighting a cigarette as he walked back inside. Revy was passed out on the couch, a magazine over her face. Rock sighed "so much for being 'partners'". Rock walked over to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and starting the shower. as he peeled off his bandages he heard a knock on the door. "Theres some instant noodles in the kitchen when your done, but don't take too fucking long, we only have a small amount of hot water." Rocked rolled his eyes. "Yeah i wont be too long, don't worry." He heard footsteps leaving the door, and started unwrapping the bandages on his shoulder and hand. His fingers were still bleeding around the edges rom the manual labor, but the Scabs held for the most part. The bone sticking out still made him sick, and he tore his gaze away from the sight. Soon the water was hot and he hopped in, letting the water run over his sore and dirty body.
About fifteen minutes later Rock walked out of a steam filled bathroom, a faded blue towel around his waist. He walked to his room, dropping the towel and putting on a fresh pair of underwear and pants. Pink droplets of water still clung to his shoulder, the blood making the liquid a little thicker than normal. He began searching his room. "Fuck! I forgot bandages!" he shouted, leaving the room to look for some in the main room of the house. Revy sat on a chair, her feet planted on the table in the center of the room, a half empty bottle of Bacardi in her hand. She glanced up as Rock walked by, still dripping wet. "Put a fucking shirt on, that slut from the church isnt here to drool over you." He raised an eyebrow as he walked past. 'Slut from the church? seems a little contradictory.' Rock shook his head, opening and digging through a closet on the opposite end of the room. He eventually found a medical bag full of bandages and various other medical supplies.
Rock pulled out a couple rolls and sat down in a chair facing Revy. He lifted up his injured hand, and stared at it again. Revy looked down, takingin the sight. 'Shit, that does look rough. Must be fucking painful.' She thought, eyeing the two stumps where Rock's fingers used to be. Slowly he began to wrap up the hand, wincing as the bandages touched the exposed muscle at the tips. Revy's face softened as he winced in pain. 'Goddamn it, its my fault isnt it... Wait, the fuck are you saying Revy! Its his for trying to play hero. But still... he did it for me...' her thoughts fought back and forth as she watched him finish wrapping his hand. he grabbed another strip and began wrapping his shoulder with little success.
Revy sighed, standing up and sitting down on the table in front of rhim, making Rock drop the bandage on his lap. "Turn around, let me help you." She said as seriously as she could. Rock looked quizzically at her for a second before complying. She looked at the stitching on his shoulder, a single line of blood rolling down his back from the wound. 'Damn it rock' she thought, 'why do i feel sorry for you?' She began wrapping his shoulder as delicately as she could, her hands barely touching him. When she finished, she tucked the excess end under another layer, but her hands floated on his back for a second. "Something wrong revy?" he asked, looking over. Her face turned red for a second and she quickly pulled her hands away. shaking the blush away, she jumped off the table and sat back down in her chair. "Just go get a drink already, fucker." She said, grabbing the bottle from the table and taking a large swig.
(3 hours and two bottles of Bacardi later)
Rock squinted at the cards in his hand, it seemed like he was holding 4 times as many as he was. Revy repeated herself "Got any 3s?" Rock managed to focus on the cards for a second, smiling as he read the numbers printed on them. "Go fish" he said triumphantly, finishing off the glass of booze next to him. Revy threw her cards on the table, clearly angry. "Fuck this game! I quit!" she shouted, taking a swig from her third bottle before filling Rock's glass again. Rock laid his cards down, taking the glass and downing it again. he set the glass back down, staring at it for a while. Revy broke the silence. "Hey Rock." rock looked at her with a lazy stare, dreariness taking over his mind. "Yeah Revy?"
Revy didnt speak for a while, to Rock it seemed as if she was embaressed. Finally she downed another swig and looked straight at him. "So you really dont remember anything? Nothing is floating around in that head of yours except the last 48?" He was suprised by the question, but the alcohol loosened his lips. He spoke before even thinking of something to say. "Well..." he muttered, scratching the back of his head anxiously, "when i woke up in the hospital, you were sleeping on my chest." Her face turned red and she flicked a cigarette butt at him, hitting her target in the forehead. "I said anything BEFORE that!"
Rock sighed, taking another drink. "As i was saying, I had no idea who or where I was, but for some reason... I knew your name revy." She stared at him for a while, almost fighting different emotions, when suddenly she burst out laughing. "Thats the dumbest fucking thing i've ever heard! ?You tryin to sweet talk me Rock? You fucking idiot!" The more she laughed, the more fed up Rock became. Eventually he just stood up and called it a night, walking off to his room and lighting up a cigarette.
Rock dropped his shirt on he floor, the green tie a crumpled heap next to it. He sat on his bed, leaning against the wall it pushed up against. 'I dont understand why she thought it was funny. I was serious! why do i even remember such an asshole!' He took a drag and leaned his head back against the wall, immediatly feeling guilty for the way he was thinking. 'Maybe... maybe she meant something to me, before i lost my memory.' He looked down at his damaged hand, slowly unwrapping to reveal the gruesome damage. 'Maybe thats why even with my memory wiped, the trauma couldnt erase her name... Maybe... maybe i had... feelings... for...' His mind slowed as sleep took him, the cigarette shedding a dull light on his peaceful face.
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Revy watched him walk off and decided to call it a night soon after finishing her third bottle. She stumbled into her room and changed into a loose fitted tank top and a matching pair of panties, turning and landing face first on the bed. Twenty minutes went by, and she rolled in her bed, sleep eluding her, thinking the booze away. 'Why did i laugh at that? Was i really so embaressed to care that he remembers me? Me! Of all the ruthless scumbags he works with, why me?' She sighed and got out of bed, walking over to the bathroom. She stared at herself for a long time, arguing.
'Well its probably all just coincidence. I read in one of Benny's mags that amnesiacs usually have random trigger words. Its just pure coincidence that he remembers me. But why did him saying that make my heart jump?' She splashed some water on her face and walked back out of the bathroom. As she turned to open her door, she noticed his wasnt locked. 'I should probably make sure he didn't pass out on the floor... or smack his bad hand or something. Just a quick check.' She slowly walked over to the next room, pressing her fingers against the door and applying pressure. The hinges complained slightly, but gave way as she entered inside. Revy sighed, staring at the silhouette of the man sleeping against the wall, a cigarette still in his mouth. She just stared at him for a while, her mind spurring up an argument again. her mind quieted down a second later as she walked in and lightly sat next to the sleeping amnesiac. "Rock, i dont know whats going on in your head, but... thanks for remembering me." She whispered, leaning in and taking the cigarette from his mouth. Revy took a long drag, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling. She looked down and saw his hand unbandaged, the tissue reflecting a little of the cigarettes glow.
Without a second thought she placed her hand on it, wrapping her fingers around his palm. "I'll be sure to make all this up to you Rock, just get your memory back soon." Revy sat next to rock for a while, finishing off the cigarette. Sleep eventually began to beckon her, and she stood up, releasing Rocks hand. She stopped at the doorway, taking a last look back before heading off to sleep.