Alight Chapter Three...first chapter felt great, second felt like it dragged on a little but was OK as I used it to fill up details and the like. This chapter will move things along in several directions I believe, the new guy did pretty good knee deep in corpses huh? Am slightly basing him off myself with out doing a total self insert, those are awkward to me...one thing that makes him like me is. He is not bothered by dead people and gore, in RL I am a Mortician so I do it all the time and well aside from a few obvious differences not that much different from Sawyers job. Any way, let's get a move on.

Chapter Three: Night Dance

His sleep was dreamless for the most part and he slept deeply, what did appear to him were vague images of the woman he had spent the night with the night before in these she danced he felt he could very much smile again as he slept on. Soon though his deep slumber was disturbed he was fitful not wanting to wake up sleeping after the night before felt very good, perhaps it was a fly landing on his face as he brushed half asleep with his hand trying to bat it away so he could sleep more. Every time he would begin to drift back into sleep it came again, after the third time be growled and decided to get up and that's when we heard a dry but amused chuckle. His eye's shot open and he moved quickly not knowing what was going on or who or how they got in reaching under his pillow he found...nothing, 'Fuck! That's right my gun was stolen last night. Damn it!' he felt stupid and for an instant waited for the sound of a gunshot.

"My...were touchy tonight..."

"Huh? W-what the...Sawyer? Sigh...H-how did you get in? Uhhh...what time IS it?"

His eye's began to focus her thick black hair and those steely blue eye's focusing on him, she wore a skirt as usual it seemed and a maroon tank top with a cross on it and what seemed to be a long sleeved one under gray with maroon stripes. She seemed in a good mood, though likely sneaking in and waking him had a hand in that he saw she held a feather in her right hand with a grin.

"Picking the shitty lock...was...easy not hard at all...you should...get it replaced. It is...midnight sleepy...head."

"Ahhh...damn I slept like a rock, sorry hope I didn't keep you waiting or any thing guess I was more tired than I thought."

Sawyer stood and walked across the small room, leaning back again his dresser crossing her arms one hand holding her electrolarynx.

"We got time for quick coffee Sawyer? I hate trying to function with out it."

Sawyer nodded, they had a little time besides she had odd hours and he was a good worker and did not want to scare off a little help. Lord knows some times she needed it, even with her staunch and crazy work ethic nights like last night by herself she would be a walking zombie even now as it likely would have taken her 16 hours with out this man. He got out of bed wearing only boxers, 'Well he isn't shy is he?' soon he was dressed and pouring coffee.

"Want any?"

She shook her head, coffee always gave her the jitters she never did do well with caffeine. She sat in an old chair as he leaned against the kitchen counter, he tried quite a bit to start up a conversation she was just never much for it but she tried some what then she remembered as he smiled at her. 'That's right...I have to get you back don't I?' As soon as she remembered what happened as she dropped him off earlier today at first she smiled back at him but then, that same warmness from earlier began creeping up her neck and into her face. 'W-what is wrong with me? Why am I getting flustered over that, I barely know him!'

She studied him a bit he did have a rugged sort of handsome about him, she guessed that he was what the woman Shenhua would call a 'stud'. He was fairly broad built and well muscled and lean from what she saw when he got dressed, Sawyer never much took any interest in men she was always consumed in her work. And besides that she always thought men were scared off and the large scar that nearly circled her entire neck was only part of her train of thought on that, her work and her sullen attitude was another factor among many others.

"What are you thinking about?"

He startled her from her revelry her fingers traced along the scar, she shook her head blowing off the question.

"Are you...ready to go?"

"Hum? Yeah sure sorry, hey can I ask you some thing?"

As they made their way to the truck she twirled her finger he guessed that meant 'go ahead', he was liking her more and more and even over nothing possibly just her attitude and the way she carried herself.

They shut the doors to the truck, clearing his throat.

"I need to get a gun a good one to replace the one that was stolen, would you know where I can get hooked up with one?"

She gave him a look, it did not surprise her at all. She did not have a need for a gun she had her saw, and for her that seemed to be enough most times.

"I...can contact a...few people."

"Great, I feel naked running around here with no gun. I got money so it wont be a problem at all, hell I might buy a few to be safe haha."

Off into the night they went, this night was no where near as busy as the last and they were both glad for that. Around 4am they were about to head back and call it a night when Sawyers cell phone rang, she handed HIM the phone he gave her a look unsure she simply nodded waving her hand for him to answer it.

"Sawyers phone...mow may I help you?"

"W-what the fuck? WHO the FUCK is this?!"

"Uh...I'm with Sawyer, she's driving at the moment, had me answer for her."

"Huh? For real?...Didn't know she was the type to take an apprentice...what ever...if your with her I wanna hear her, hand her the phone dick weed."

He handed her the phone and just shrugged, she took it and placed it on speaker phone and grabbed her device speaking.

"Sawyer here..."

"Ohhh...hey...sorry about that, I wanted to be sure you know...business. Next time give some warning before having some strange guy answer your calls, we got a pick up for you...a live one to set an example you know the kind...going to be a little 'gift' for Hotel Moscow."

He noticed Sawyer make a face of disgust at the last part, the guy went on with details of where to make the pick up and the line cut.

"A live one? You mean this guy is alive?"

Sawyer nodded to him her face stolid, it was just normal stuff for her but he knew from the first mention of it that they were going to kill the guy they were going to pick up.

"Triads are starting some...thing with...the Russians...bad news for Roanapur...nice pay for...a job though...big...fish."

"Hum that's great will be a nice payday for you then, guess I'll see how live ones are dealt with tonight."

She nodded again as they took a U turn.

"You will meet..my employers with...me...just...keep your mouth...shut and let me...talk...Triad dose not...fuck around...you are my apprentice...OK?"

"Thought I was at any rate, sure thing I wont mess around with those guy's thanks."

They arrived pulling into the back end of a warehouse at the docks, there were three black sedans parked in front of the entrance to warehouse 18. Now they were both in their scrubs as they exited the truck, he met her on the other side.

"Remember..."

He nodded and swallowed, these guy's were some dangerous fuckers and he was a fresh face and zero trust among the denizens of this crazy city. He prepared for a scare and some sweating of bullets, and hope the real ones would stay in their casings with in those Chinese fuckers guns. They came to a Chinese man guarding the only entry, he seemed stony and was holding some sort of sub machine gun Dave thought it looked like a Heckler and Koch some thing or other.

"Sawyer the Cleaner I presume? Who's THIS guy?"

Sawyer nods in answer, pressing her electrolarynx to her throat.

"He is my apprentice...took him in...two days ago...good worker."

The man in the suit lowered his gun, Dave noticed the slight raising of it when he saw him and lowering it as Sawyer explained.

"Humph...apprentice huh? Alright go on in, Mr Chang is here in person tonight so be on your best behavior Sawyer...oh and keep this noob quiet less he gets shot."

She nodded and he made way and they entered the warehouse, it wasn't too dark but dimly lit. There were about 7 suits standing about in a group one stood out and he presumed this was the Mr Change the guard mentioned, he stood out by his slightly different air about him and also more apparent was the white silk scarf draped over the neck of his black suit and he wore black sunglasses.

"Ahhh...Sawyer! So good to see you again, sorry about the late hour but I think you like the night and likely are out and about any way right? Hummm...and just who is this man?"

"Mr Chang...he is my apprentice...picked him up two...day's ago he works good I trust...him."

"Humm...you must certainly be some thing special my friend, I have never known Sawyer the Cleaner to take on an apprentice. She is as far as I know a loner, but she is the best of the best and why we call. But you must excuse me friend, would you please exit and await your mistress in her ride? Thanks, nice to meet you by the way... just business."

He didn't say any thing and just nodded with a slight bow and turned and left with a look to Sawyer, she nodded and he felt a little better about having to leave...that was one on the way's the meeting could have ended and not a bad one he had to admit. About 10 minutes went by and he was lighting his second smoke when the door opened and Sawyer came out lugging a very large suitcase looking bag, he stepped out once she was far enough from the door guard and aided her. Soon as he grabbed the other end he was kicked and the sound of a muffled groan and yelling came from the bag making him drop it, instantly he kicked his end of the bad hard with his cap toe boot hearing a long whine come from it and grabbed his end again and they managed it into the back of the truck.

Sawyer put a padlock on the back door this time, as insurance their 'job' couldn't get away even if he got out of the bag and what ever restraints he was put in.

"Sorry...they are naturally paranoid...they will accept you...soon enough...I expected that."

"Fine with me, I guess were done with pick ups for the night huh?"

"Yes...we have a guest...to entertain for the remainder."

She actually smiled, he guessed getting one that's alive livened her up. As he thought on it he couldn't blame her, live is different and though he was unsure he suspected he would learn a hell of a lot tonight...and he was proven right as we will see.

He got to see another side of Sawyer this night down in her abattoir, she was concentrated in the task at hand and by the way she used various implements on the man they had secured via thick leather restraints and so on he would have swore that it turned her on a bit.

"Damn you get into your work don't you Sawyer?"

After a moment she turned her gaze to him with a questioning expression, he simply smiled at her and then she remembered some thing. She finished tying another tourniquet this one around the mans wrist as she screamed into the thick gag, she picked up and tossed the severed hand into the pile in the corner to be burned. Her scrubs were splattered heavily in blood her gloves soaked in it her mask looked near tie dyed with it she removed one glove and retrieved her electrolarynx as she approached him slowly, he watched as she came closer and closer his sharp eye's watching every movement she made as she pulled her surgeons mask up and off tossing it to the floor an unreadable grin crossed her thin lips. She stopped within a foot of him and brought up a hand and cupped his face with it her dark eye's burning into his, he kept his composure even as her gloved hand smeared thick blood onto his face it was still warm and looking into those eye's he didn't even care he was too busy wondering what she was going to do.

"I...almost forgot..."

Her grip tightened up on his face but not really threateningly so, enough to garner all of his attention.

"You stole some thing...from me the other...day..."

He thought and thought hard for a good moment, then she interrupted cutting off his thoughts.

"You stole my first...kiss...I can't take it back so easily as you...took it..."

"So that's it is it? Well sorry I had no idea, I couldn't help myself..."

He found himself feeling that compulsion, the same one that made him steal a kiss from her the other day. He found himself leaning in closer, her grip didn't adjust but remained tight the blood and the glove making her hand slip as he did. Sawyer's eye's became large and startled, 'W-what...is he doing?' inexplicably she found herself unable to move she damned herself mentally and tried to tighten the grip of her gloved hand as a warning to back him off but her body she wasn't sure was even following what her brain told it to do.

"Alright...then I will return that kiss I stole...Sawyer..."

She felt her heart stop and her breath stopped as he caught her lips with his, not once but twice he kissed her there. The baleful phosphorescent light hummed lighting the hellish room decorated with and reeked of blood, even the muffled screams and groans of the man she was torturing were drowned out by what was happening. She couldn't move or even breath her heart when it seemed to begin beating again it pounded in her chest, she felt his warm hand come along her cheek then to her gloved hand the slick blood on the glove didn't matter to either of them as his lips parted from hers briefly.

"I wont apologize...even if you decided to kill me for my indiscretion right this next moment, then I could say that I died fairly happily. I have no ulterior motives...no tricks..."

He closed the small gap again and she turned her face from his lips, he kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth down a little onto her neck then cupping her cheek with the hand not holding hers gently turning her to face him again he smiled she looked at the moment so vulnerable and so lovely at the same time.

Sawyer was thoroughly confused and at the same time a warm feeling unlike any thing she had ever felt in her life coursed through her, her heart hammered nearly unbearably in her chest she had never felt so weak in her life and found herself nearly totally surrendered to this man. She had approached him with the intention of scaring the hell out of him to get him back for what he did the other day, instead he showed absolutely no fear of her even covered in blood and in the middle of torturing a man to death and made her plan back fire and he kissed her again...more than once and yet she did not feel angry or betrayed truth be told she could not put her finger on what she was feeling at the moment and suddenly his lips caught hers once again.

This time he gained access her lips parting deepening the kiss, he was so delicate with her and suddenly she felt as if she could easily stop all of this and with out the use of force she thought strange surges seemed to course through her body as the kiss went on and she felt her panties dampen. She found herself cupping his face right hand still holding her electrolarynx the other smearing blood along his face, his arms came around her gently pulling her body against his her bloody gore flecked scrubs smearing it onto his scrubs. She abandoned herself to him and he to her both accepting what was happening, the kiss they shared became more...filling not just with passion but with pure need.

The man restrained to the table was no longer of concern as even he looked on at what was happening but with macabre horror and immense pain as the two romanced in his blood in this little corner of hell in which he was trapped and doomed, he couldn't escape even if he had his other hand and both his legs back...those were gone tourniquets ceasing the blood flow just above each knee and at the stub of his left wrist.

'What am I doing?! W-what...why...how...? Why is he doing this...why can't I stop him? I don't want to...I don't want to stop him...why do I feel so good...I want...some thing more...god damn this man and god damn myself...'

Things intensified between the two and soon they found themselves in the back shower stall hot water blasting through the old shower head the live bait given to her to set an example with for the moment forgotten, it wasn't like he was going any where at the moment. Sawyer couldn't bring herself to believe what was happening oh no and she also knew, she couldn't fully blame him after all of this...she too went right along with it compelled by a deep want...no...a yearning to fill some void in her tattered soul. And that deep yearning was answered by the pitched cry that emanated from her throat the moment she felt him pierce into her womanhood, her legs came around his strong standing form, his hands holding her by her bottom his strong arms easily held her fast hers came around his neck for support and security.

He grunted and she answered with a groan of her own as in three or four movements he buried himself completely, she gasped at the many intense sensations one of many was the intense feeling of odd fullness she felt in her lower abdomen the other was a slight stinging sensation that marked her first time.

Dave marveled as his eye's took in the sight of her petite and lithe body, her pale skin, her firm breasts perfectly complimenting her frame topped with pale pink nipples. Sawyer had her eye's closed as he kissed along her jawline and down along her neck and along the large scar, her wet skin was silky and supple and warm. Raising her up with his arms withdrawing halfway and then reentering her completely getting into a rhythm slowly and gently, her moans came more and more as the minutes passed.

Soon things built up in intensity and she found herself getting lost in the sensations she had no idea what was happening but it felt so good she lost herself, in an instant her body lost normal control and she cried out again and again as she her body bucked and writhed as if on it's own as pleasure unlike any thing she could have ever imagined washed over her she felt him draw her tightly against him and in that moment he too began making lewd noises deeper than hers and she felt him flow into her the sensation adding onto everything else her eye's rolling into the back of her head.

As they both came back down to the waking world she found herself torn with what had just happened between them, part of her was confused and wanted to act irrationally but instead what she did do was freely relax herself into his embrace. She expected that now that he was done that he would let her go but he didn't, instead he lowered himself into a sitting position her legs to either side of him and embraced her holding their bodies close together. This she didn't suspect she then realized he wasn't going any where, with a sigh of relief she rested her head in the curve of his neck on his shoulder and closed her eye's totally relaxing as the hot water beat down on them. For the first time in her life she felt that she did not need to be guarded in this moment, they were just beginning to know each other but she could not deny that this felt some how so right in his arms she felt safe.

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Alright...sorry about the last chapter, I used it as some sort of staging for this one and the next will get back to our regularly scheduled program with some more bloody fun with a bit of the old Ultra Violence. Try to keep in mind this isn't totally a story about cutting their faces off and making a face omelet lol, I found it tricky to advance the characters to 'merge' as it were in the second chapter so it is not so popular I see, fair deal I suppose I can't fathom a way to re do it with out a head ache so on I will go for now. At any rate managed to get the strange romance part of the story rolling for now, and so we will see how things evolve from here.

Reviews extremely welcome, questions or comments and the like feel free to ask and let me know! Thank you all for the awesome reading numbers on this story, I am glad people are liking it so far more or less!