-1Authors Note: Sorry for the long delay in chapter two U_U I've been pretty busy for the last couple of years and havent had the chance to really update any of my work yet. But don't worry! I'll be getting back behind the keyboard this year. Oh and CAUTION! This chapter contains explicit language and scenery. ADULTS only, unless you can handle the language. Thanks for the patience and reading! =D
Deadshot: Without A Trace
Chapter 2
The Voice of God
The passing time flows like a crazy river that ceases from creating such rifts and drastic wave crashes. Although with waves, I never really understood them but I sure as hell know how to make them. Everyday I end a life and create a tide that I don't even know about. This my friends is how to make enemies that you will never meet until some day, someday when your not looking you end up in the position I am right now. What ridiculous scene might I be in at the moment you might ask? Well lets start off with how it looks from my views. First, I'm striped down to my boxers, (which the women in this scene just loves at the moment) secondly I am tied to a chair with a woman holding a blade neatly at my neck from behind. Even though she's here to kill me, I cant help but be turned on by her presence. I mean if you saw her figure you would be too! Oh and thirdly there are about ten to twenty guys looking down at me. They all have those weird accents and for some reason I cant help but to think they keep looking down at the wrong place which is just annoying the hell out of me. Now lastly, I had just finished up my "special" time with an Angel. Well her name was Angelica anyway. Any who, I suppose I should start from beginning to end otherwise I'll grow insane waiting for this chick to whack my head clean off.
Lets see, well there was the meeting at the gun shop and then the choice of mine that I made in finding just the right dress for my future "domination" you could say. Hot damn am I good or am I good? I mean it only took me about three minutes to get this gal to go out with me. Not only that, but put such interesting thoughts into her mind about how the night would end. Well actually, I don't think either of us saw this one coming. For you see it was when we returned back to my hotel room after a light dinner did things become rather interesting….
11:27 AM -Paris, France 2008-
Myself and this Angel of mine are quickly rushing up the hallway half drunk and half playful if you catch my drift. I think I was more drunk then her though because I have this unusual feeling like I'm being watched by the dead or something. I wouldn't put it past me if that jack I killed earlier today was trying to haunt me.
"Ouuuu, so this is the hotel your staying at aye mister Lawton?"
"Oh please no more mister Lawton Angel. Call me Floyd or daddy or something like that. Otherwise I wont do all the nasty things I have in mind for tonight."
She quivers and laughs with a smile that I cannot seem to shrug away from. God, is this some sort of sign? I mean I should be on a flight back to Gotham right about now. Not getting ready to play hanky panky with a woman named Angel. Well I'm sure my employer wont mind me taking my time to get back to base. Who would be stupid enough to say no to free sex? Not me! Oh hell no. After all, I did pay quite a lot for this gal and not only that, but I'm seriously drunk as hell. I haven' been this wasted since the time I fought Bats and that little brat of his.
I quickly open the door and pull Angelica inside. The door is slammed and I take no notes on how that happened, but I'm just way too out of it to even care. Wow, I keep seeing faces around me but I think I'm just hallucinating. Oh and being pleasured as well. Yes, lets not forget that.
I think about a half an hour has passed already and I think I'm laying in bed. Wait, let me check.
"…woah. Angel-Angelica?"
"Yes Floyd? Is there something wrong?"
My eyes slowly open as I stare up at her. Apparently she wasn't alone. There was a group of men standing right behind her.
"Holy crap, am I seeing things or am I turning gay? I see a bunch of head honcho freaks behind you."
"Oh you do? Well. Maybe you do see them because I brought them with me you arrogant bastard!"
She grabs me by my hair and throws me across the room. Suddenly I'm wide awake but still dazed and feeling nauseous.
"God! What the hell did you do to me! And who in gods name are you?"
"For starters I slipped something into your drink to have you disoriented. Second, they call me Roulette. Or that's my code name under the employment of the League of Shadows."
"Aw crap! Cmon lady, don't tell me those Arabian bastards are looking to take me out after that little breakout I did when I was with the Suicide Squad. They were just orders. I don't see why that old man with a green cape would be after me."
Roulette smirks as she shakes her head and fixes her hair. At the same time, one of the guards slipped a robe over her bare body that she was somewhat flaunting at me.
"No one breaks into the Leagues headquarters and gets away with it you buffoon."
"And let me guess, no one gets to have dinner with you without having sex afterwards?"
I probably shouldn't have said that because soon after that she kicks me square in the face with that bare foot of hers."
"Imbecile! I only did what I had to in order to allow the toxins to flow through your blood at a more quicker rate. Excitement is one that is easiest to create in a males body. All due to that weakness a man carries below the waist."
I just shake my head in disappointment as I thought to myself…why didn't I go to Gotham? And why on hell did I let my other half get the best of me.
"Too shay my dear. Although it would be nice to have something to wear. Perhaps my underwear? Well unless you want to keep staring at me that is."
"Bah! Such a disgusting man you are. Men, give him what he wants."
As I was given a covering for my lower half, I saw that she was pulling out something rather sharp and shiny from out of a box that was apparently laying on the bed.
"Now mister Lawton. Do you have any last words before your punishment is given to you?"
Think Floyd…think. Whats the one thing you've always wanted to say in your entire life?
"Hah….I have no regrets doll. Only that you were the worst at pleasing a man."
I couldn't help but to laugh as she placed that blade neatly under my neck which is where I sit right now, waiting for her to slice my throat off.
"I hope you burn in hell, you ignorant little man."
"Well whatever makes you safe at night doll. Go right ahead with it."
And there we have it. The end of my miserable life finally came to an end. She did what no other woman could possibly do. She went off with my head. Or a slice of my head anyway since it appears she only wanted to let me bleed from my neck.
"Maybe in the next life you'll return as some roach so I can step on you."
She laughs as she and her hench men quickly took off. Thus leaving me to my sealed fate. There I was, laying face first on the ground, waiting for death to grip me nice and hard and toss me in the realm of purgatory or wherever the hell I was headed off to.
"God…..I wish….I wish I had a smoke."
Suddenly a glowing bright light appeared and I raised my head high enough to see what it was. There was a dark figure hovering above me with a cigarette in their hand. They placed that bad boy into my mouth and lit it up for me.
"Well well well. Who do we have here? I never thought that the day I get to whisk Floyd Lawton away would come so soon. I mean come on! I've been waiting since the day you pulled that trigger the very first time at the Wayne Mansion."
"Ah yeah? And just who the hell are you supposed to be?"
The figure slouched down and placed a hand over my head as a set of horns over his head and glowing red eyes came into my view. His skin was as pale as the moon and his lips as red as blood.
"Me? Well many names have been given to me but the most that people give me is that of a Demon named Neron. Yes Lawton, you soul belongs to me and only me. Reasons that only god and I know of. Now come on here you big teddy bear you. Sit on up and have that last smoke."
In a matter of seconds my back is placed against a wall as I continue to feel my life slip right out of my body.
"You know. This world of yours is coming to an end. So your untimely death really means nothing to me although only for you would I make a presence. For you have always been my most favorite man to watch."
"Wow, can this day get any more gay?"
"Hah! You see, that's why I like you Floyd. You always say things that just make me crack up."
"And you apparently need to crack an egg and find something more fitting for you to do with your eternal life and whatnot."
"True….sadly if I take you now, I will no longer have any fun. So. Here's what I'm going to do for you. I'm going to give you one chance at a life again. Well I cant give you another life, but I can save you for a price."
My sights begin to give out as the loss of blood trails down my chest. At this point, anything would go.
"Fine. What do you want?"
"Oh nothing much, just your first born child is all. Only when he grows to be eight will I take him away. Does that sound reasonable?"
"Hah…ah…you're a dumb ass. There's no way in hell I'll ever have a kid. You should know this if you've been watching me all this time."
"Oh true, but then that would mean you'd have nothing to really loose right? You would only gain a chance to shoot another bullet."
The idea of being able to get back at that Roulette and the league really began to get to me. Something inside of me wanted to put a bullet in the back of all their skulls.
"Heh, alright Nearon. Your on. Give me one more bullet."
He laughs as he places a hand over my neck and his eyes began to glow unlike anything I had ever seen before. In a matter of seconds he was gone and so was my wound. I was now all alone in my room, contemplating my next move. Although firstly, I'll have to get back to Gotham and visit my employer as well as a certain Bat who'd know where to find those that I want to kill.
~Somewhere in Hell~
Nearon sits over a mirror where he is watching Floyd.
"Ah. The world may end, but not the way you believe it to be. And my my, if only you knew what was going to happen. That woman from before was right. You are a buffoon. You should have been a lot more careful with the actions you commit. Now lets just see what you do next."
He laughs aloud to himself as a book sat neatly at his side. Within it held the many deals he has made thus far with mortal beings. The newest chapter in his book was entitled, Floyd Lawton and the deal of first blood. A section in the page had blood plastered all around it, with it held a countdown of exactly eight years.
"God, I just love playing his role. The voice is all I need. The voice of God and the act of playing him. Ah. Makes me feel bad for what is going to happen….who am I kidding! I love this stuff! Ahahahahahahahaaaaa!"
TO BE CONTINUED