Ok, so this wont be the last chapter. And maybe I'll write another one for tomorrow if someone is nice and sends me a message.
"What do you bloody mean it was destroyed?!"
I had gone back to my apartment only to find that it was under major construction, after finding a pub open, I checked the newspaper. 2 Weeks. 2 bloody weeks that I've been gone. What kind of amnesia did I get myself into? This is so not fair, currently I was on the phone with work and they where telling me it had been shut down due to the building being blown up along with half the city.
"Ah forget it." Slamming down the phone in the receiver I grab my head. Phones, give me such a headache.
Returning to the bar I asked for 2 shots of whiskey and sat down.
The bartender looked at me for a moment and then smiled, pulling two glasses off of a shelf behind him.
"I thought I recognized you. Where's that young man you were with earlier? Never had a couple who drank so much in one night like you two."
Okay, he got my interest. Putting a hand on the countertop I look the man up and down carefully.
"What did the man I was with look like?"
Arching an eyebrow the bartender grabs a bottle to fill the glasses. "He was average height, a little muscular, wearing some sort of red military thing. The funny thing was how you two kept threatening to cut each other up. You passed out and I thought he was stealing from you but he just kept pulling knifes of your person and handing them to me. Told me to hold on to them for you."
"Can you give them back to me?" Taking a glass I downed it as the bartender nodded and headed to the back.
Ok, so I was in here, drinking, having good time, with a man who knew I had knifes on me. Running a hand through my hair I sighed. Why was I carrying knifes? I haven't needed to use them since I worked with dad.
A few moments later the bartender came in with a box. Setting it down with a grunt he looked at me with a smirk. "It's kind of amazing how something as small as you could carry so much."
Pulling the box over to me I look inside and blink. Half of them were switch blades. Rather cool looking considering the fact I don't know why I had them. Rifling through the box I paused as my hand hovered over a hunting knife. The blade was orange tinged and had a hook at the end. I hadn't seen anything like it since I was a butcher. Pulling it out I remembered a man's face looking terrified as I imagined slitting his throat.
Looking up at the bartender I glared. "Where did the man go afterwards?"
Shrugging the guy started cleaning the counter.
Taking the box I headed on out the door.
"Oi you going to pay?"
"Put it on my tab."
Pocketing the hunting knife I dropped the rest off in beside a dumpster in a side alley. This is by far the worst month of my life.
Walking alongside the bay I kick at a pebble angrily.
"Alright there?"
Looking up I see a man standing a few feet in front of me with his hands in his pockets. He wore a bright red jacket and had stuck is tongue inside his cheek.
Then it hit me.
"Where the hell have you been?" This must be the man the bartender was talking about. Stuffing my hands in my pockets I gave him an evil glare.
John smiles and readjusts his feet. "I knew you couldn't forget me. Come on, I've got a job for us."
"What's the job?" I asked, looking this complete stranger up and down with smirk.
Walking over to me John just smiles. Stretching his arms out he tries to hug me.
Kicking his legs out from under him, I bared my fists and prepared myself for fighting.
"So I guess you really don't remember me?" John laughed pushing himself up.
"Are you Vera?" I asked, pulling out my knife and holding it at the ready.
"Man your quick, its John by the way," fully standing up John points at my knife. "I see you found my going away present."
"What makes you think I would except presents from a strange man?" I asked holding the knife higher.
"You accepted a ride, a job, that, and a bed, from me."
"I really must have been hammered." Dropping the knife, I put a hand to my head as images of him and a car flashed through my mind.
"I'll take that as a complement." Taking another step towards me, I held my knife at his throat. "Bad Janet, didn't I tell you not to use that on me."
Smiling I took a step closer. "I don't remember…but you do look…somewhat trustworthy." Dropping my knife I held out my hand. "Janet, nice to meet you."
Cracking his jaw John smirked as he took my hand in his. "John, pleasure as always."
"Jack I've got a report of a robbery, and a murder, want to guess who was seen on the CTV cameras?" Gwen crossed her arms sighing.
"It wouldn't happen to be Rhys would it?" Jack asked walking over rather bored.
"No, it's our lovely duo. I guess John couldn't help himself." Grabbing her gun Gwen didn't notice Jack wince slightly at the sight of John wrapping an arm around Janet as they left a ministry building.
"I want those to brought back here now."
"I never liked handcuffs for a reason." Mumbling I try sliding my wrists through but all I manage to do is make my wrists bleed. Me and John had gotten picked up by this group called touchwood or something like that. As of now we were in the back of a SUV sitting on both sides of a woman called Gwen.
"You should let me show you how to properly use them sometime." John laughed as Gwen kicked his leg frowning.
"Tell me again why we're being taken?" I asked turning so I was facing the driver.
"You killed a man and stole something from Unit. You bloody idiots are going pay for this, this time." Gwen said pushing me back into the seat.
"There was a last time?"
Leaning forward John smiled. "Yeah, you kind of went haywire and stormed their little base."
"They probably deserved it."
"And what about the man that you killed did he deserve it?" Gwen asked looking between the two of us.
"Actually…yeah he did, he tried to shoot me, and then when I told him I let him go he called me a name and…well the ends justify the means." Looking down at my shoes I tried to believe the words I was saying.
"I'll have Jack deal with you, killing a man because he called you a name."
"You should have seen what she did to the one who assaulted her." John added smiling.
O.O yeah, I'll think of something.