…Saw a monkey pointing a rifle at me! Jokes, jokes, peoples. It's me, SallSall again. It been a LONGGGGGGGG time, but TREX and I are still here Awhile ago I rode on a motorbike! YAY! It was my first time, so I was kind of scared, but it was all good in the end. Anyway, we're quite sad with the lack of response but, to the end! Here's the chapter.
Disclaimer: Don't own MR, but I'm working on it. LOL
Fang watched with disguised interest as Max listened interestedly to the lady, Brigid Dwyer she'd called herself, explain something. Fang was a highly skilled lip reader but Brigid wasn't facing him, neither was Max. Plus, the glass was soundproof, as probably been the intent for going in there.
Fang looked around: Val had her ear pressed to the glass and her face was scrunched up in concentration. Forest was fiddling with a small, wired gadget he'd produced from his back pocket and Mr. Willington calmly observed Max and Val together as Fang had been a moment before.
Silently Fang watched a young black haired lady dressed in a man's suit go by, pausing opposite him. She smiled and winked. Fang sensed Mr. Willington's gaze pierce his back and he allowed himself a grin back. Why was she dressed in a tuxedo, though?
She reached into a pocket on the inside of her coat and pulled out a black revolver. Fang stared at it uneasily and he stepped towards her as she aimed the gun at Brigid and pulled the trigger…
Max screamed, Brigid screamed, so of course, Val screamed, then a random passer by screamed, then some ladies who were playing poker screamed because they won, then someone hit the jackpot and they screamed and the whole room was filled with a chorus of screaming- a cacophony really.
Forest banged into a wall, his senses disorientated by all the noise, which was ten times as strong in his ears. He cursed and felt glass shards covering the floor. He felt around for someone familiar, but he couldn't feel anyone. "What is going on, my homies?"
Fang wrenched open the sliding door, pulled off his coat, then his tie and shirt. Disregarding the tie and coat, he bunched up the shirt and pressed it to Brigid's bleeding bullet wound. He rationally ordered himself not to panic, and that he himself had been the receiver of many bullets.
Max, regaining composure, took over from Fang and checked if Brigid was still conscious. Val continued getting in people's way as gamblers hurried out and police arrived. Playback, Wes and his helper stood watching her as she inspected the ground for evidence, having not actually been paying attention to the shooter before, but Max and Brigid's business.
She carefully pulled on some rubber gloves and put away the dropped gun and some black hairs into plastic packets and took some photos of the broken glass and Brigid's shoulder wound. –Things she would later take to her lab to get tested and analysed.
Meanwhile, Fang was chasing the lady who had fired the bullet. She weaved in between people, making it hard for him to keep up, but he had speed and agility on his side. Fang sprinted after her in hot pursuit. A few minutes of fast running later; the lady came to a dead end corridor. She tried desperately to open the locked door but it wouldn't' budge.
She faced Fang like a wild rabbit that knew it had been spotted by its hunter. Fang stared coldly back. "Why did you shoot Miss. Dwyer?" The question was asked softly enough, but Fang's voice was hard.
He moved closer and the lady squirmed under his intense gaze. "I-I-I was payed to. It's my profession. I need the money."
"What's your name? Who are you?" Fang closed the space between them and grabbed her roughly by the arms. She cried out.
"My code name is Angel; I know no other name for myself! Please, I was just doing my job. I need the money to survive."
Fang breathed in deeply and quickly put up his arm to block a vicious kick Angel sent his way. He almost smiled; too predictable. He nodded the way back to the group but Angel stubbornly refused to walk. Shrugging, Fang dragged her painfully along by her arms and grinned when she decided she would walk, after all.
Max watched as trained medics carried a moaning Brigid out on a stretcher. She was fascinated to see Fang suddenly appear towing a girl dressed in a tuxedo with night black hair. The girl was snarling but Fang appeared to have her under control. Max knew better, she immediately noticed the tense, slight flexed appearance of Fang's bicep muscles. (He was still shirtless.)
She led Fang and his 'prisoner' over to a secluded part of the busy room. "Who do we have here?" Max indicated the girl.
"Says her name's Angel, Boss." Fang smirked, showing emotion for the first time.
"Well Angel, I'm Max and I'm just going to ask you one question. Why were you in possession of a revolver?"
Angel rolled her eyes. "I've gone over it with your buddy here. Now I've got an itch on my cheek, would you rub it for me?"
Max stared at Angel, a little taken aback. In a swift moment, she stepped forward and decided to be the Good Cop.
Fang watched amused as Max bent forward to scratch his captive's cheek and in return narrowly missed a well-aimed kick to her stomach. She instinctively grabbed Angel's leg and twisted it painfully. Angel screamed viciously and clawed at Max's arms, but Max was too quick. Fang decided the situation was not as calm as he would have preferred and he roughly pulled Angel into a dead position; her arms pressed together and her neck in a headlock.
Max bounced lightly on the balls of her feet. "Aw, come on! I was just getting warmed up!" she complained.
Fang chuckled softly. "She was hired to shoot Brigid." He offered quietly.
Max rubbed her forehead. "Who would want her dead? This may be a mission in itself before our actual mission begins. A mini test, maybe."
Fang contemplated the idea. He shook his head, Max might be on to something, but now he had to keep his thoughts clear and find out what the others had got up to.
Forest had given up trying to understand what was going on around him. He'd cautiously cleared away a glass less spot on the carpet and sat down. He started thinking about anything that popped into his mind. Suddenly, he felt a strong hand grab his shoulder. It felt like the hand someone like Fang should have.
"Fang! My Man, I was getting worried. My ears are bursting and I need to know what's going you, you know?"
'Fang' started dragging Forest to a standing position. As soon as Forest was up, he was tugged rather hardly. The wails of sirens approached and judging by the ever increasing noise, several vehicles had already pulled to a stop outside the casino.
Forest knew his sense of direction from practise, and where Fang was taking him was not anywhere he'd been before.
"Fang? Dude, where are we going?" but Fang didn't reply. This time, Forest suspected it wasn't because of Fang's quite personality but because it wasn't actually Fang. He started panicking.
Forest thrashed around wildly. His feet hit concrete and he was all but dragged up a steel ramp. Forest could hear the sirens and shouts but they were coming from the other side of the building. He could smell fried chicken on the wind and the sweat and stale breath of not-Fang besides him.
Not-Fang pushed Forest into a completely silent place. There was no sound except for his own breathing. The smell of mineral and mould mixed was strong. The room threatened something violent and painful and Forest recognised the smell of blood.
"Common guys! Is this all some elaborate hoax? Will that celebrity dude come out and shout 'You just got Punkd!' or something? I'm spooked, cut it out. The Forest man ain't chilling no longer peeps. Where am I?"
There was deadly silence. Forest heard before he felt something slimy crawling slowly towards him. Vines or something like them wrapped around his wrists and ankles, binding his limbs together. He was lifted off the ground where he had been dumped, by a rectangle of cement that had obviously been programmed to elevate. Forest started screaming. He yelled until the walls shook with vibration, but to no avail.
"Welcome to the torture chamber…."
And that's a wrap, folks. Happy Labour day to any Victorians. Like I'm sure we've said before, we have no idea where this story is going, but we'd appreciate it all the same if you could hang with us until the end. Who knows if it will become the best story on fanfiction? (Well, maybe not…)
Anyway, cheerio!
~SallSall
Hello! TREX IS DA BEST here. I know, not my chappie but being a secretive and naughty girl I am, I managed to steal this document and add something (*cough not really cough*) Okay so make sure you review because we are very sad at the little amount of reviews we have. Please review. Will give virtual cookies! =D PLEASE REVIEW!
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