Okay I'm going to raise the rating. Warning this is graphic chapter for violence!!!
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Jessica put her head in her hands, and sighed. She looked at the seven empty shot glasses. She felt nothing, not the chill of the bar, not even the constant attention she was getting from the men in the small bar. Her cell phone buzzed, could only be one person.
"Nole! No one said anything about staying at there hideout in the SEWER!" She tapped her finger indicating to the bartender she wanted another shot.
"Well, what were you expecting?" She stared at the bowl of nuts. She didn't know what she expected.
"Alright, I get it. But now there's one of them following me." She took the shot. The Whiskey burned her throat and brought her comfort. She slammed the glass down.
"Well looks like they don't trust you. Hell who could blame them! I've known you since you were 15 and I still don't trust you." He laughed his big grandpa laugh.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I just…"
"Need time off," Nole cut her off. "That's why your there, take what ever they have to give. I'll only call you if it's a national urgency."
"Thanks." She tapped the table again. The bartender eyed her, put gave her another one.
"Okay then, talk to you later. MUCH later." She felt his smile. "Goodbye."
She hung up the phone, and stuck it in her pants pocket. Then grabbed the glass and threw the liquor down her throat. She tapped the bar again.
"Look ma'am I think you have had enough. I'll call you a cab."
"Don't bother, don't live far." She stumbled out of the chair, and headed out the door. She knew all the men where watching her. She didn't care, all she cared about was to get rid of the haunted images in her mind.
The streets where empty, except a few lovers strolling for a midnight walk. She ignored them. She didn't believe in love, it never did anything good for her. Love was like tears, just a physical response to something that was made up. She never felt tears along her face; and she never felt love. Not a fathers love, or even a mothers love. She hated the word and she felt herself get angry.
The alcohol was finally hitting her, as she walked feeling like her feet weighed 80 pounds. She prayed that she will pass out, giving her comfort. How she loved slipping into the blackness of nothing. She turned down an old dark alley.
That's when she heard them. Men, two of them, they must have followed her to from the bar. Thinking she was an easy drunk target. She continued as if they weren't there.
She was about half way down the alley when she felt a hand on her shoulder; it pushed her hard against the wall.
"Hello purrty." The man hissed showing a knife. He was a big man, about 6'2, bald, huge jaw line. He looked strong but dumb.
"You have something you want to give us?" Said the smaller man that stood behind the bigger man. He must've been the brains.
"Look you don't want to do this?" She felt like she was going to fall over. "I don't have any money."
"Oh we aren't after money." The smaller one looked at the bigger man. "You hold her for me then I'll hold her for you." This caused a stupid grin on the big guy.
"Do what he says missy, cause I don't wanna hurt you." Said the dumb one.
The Brains took a step forward, grabbing her jacket. He wheeled her to face the wall and began rubbing his hands along her sides. He went lower to her bottom, rubbing and cupping; till he felt something.
"What the hell?" He grunted.
Those were the words she was waiting for. She whirled around bringing her elbow to his face. Then with the other she brought the Glock from her back and held it on the dumb one.
He dropped the knife and put his hands in the air. Brains was on the ground hold his nose in pain.
"Look, we don't want trouble," the dumb one really didn't know what to do.
Jessica felt the alcohol's blackness creep around her. She was going to blackout. So with out thinking she shot the big one in the face. His body was thrown against the wall. And blood began to pour from the wound between the eyes.
Brain began to scream she turned the beast on him. And before the darkness closed the doors, she last remembered the explosion as the 9-mm discharged from her gun.
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Raphael watched in horror, as two clowns tried to take advantage of the Jessica; then she shot them both in the head; and then passed out. The blood pooled around the bodies, the dark liquid reflected the moons light. Raphael was shocked to how Jessica with out hesitation took the men's lives.
But he needed to get her out of there. He carefully picked up the smoking gun and tucked it Jessica's jacket. Then easily he picked up her light body in his strong arms. Then made his way to the sewers.