Kursed laid in her bed, thinking its only been at least an hour, but she soon realized that it has been close to seven. There was only about fifteen minutes of the flight left and she continued to stare into space.
One thing she couldn't get out of my head was me and my past. She was sad that the reason I had become the way I was because of a lost of my best friend. She was sad and it made her cry on occasion. As mean as she was, she was going through the same. She missed Fox.
She had heard rumors that Fox had died, due to complications after his recovery. No one was ever able to find him, but that was because he wasn't dead. He became Krieger, but no one knew that.
She wished though, she could go back in time, and tell him she was sorry. She missed him a lot and would kill Panther if he weren't already dead. She would go see Slippy, Peppy, Falco, all of them, but it would bring bad memories for her.
Even though she left for StarWolf, they still treated her like a friend. One thing she will always cherish. She began to smile when she saw everyone's faces, but brought herself to reality when something disturbed her. A knocking.
She sat herself up in her bed, trying to de-poof her purple hair, before she let, whoever was at the door, in. "Come in." She said, wrapping her arms around her knees, which were still underneath the covers.
She watched as the door opened, revealing me standing there. "We'll be approaching Earth soon. You might want to get ready to leave." I said to her, somewhat of a deep voice.
I began to turn around until a voice from behind me stopped me. "Don't leave, Krieger." I stopped, my head facing the floor before I brought it up to look at her. "What?" Kursed got out of her bed, revealing her curvy body. I took a quick glance before I refocused on her face.
"I understand what you are going through. I lost a friend a couple years ago. It hurt me dearly and I wished I could have done something to save him. I blame myself for his death. And it sucks completely." "What does this have to do with anything?"
"I just understand the pain you're dealing with and I'm here if you ever want to talk." "I know what you're trying to do. And it won't work. I don't need your love." I said to her, walking out of the room, leaving her to stand there, feeling stupid.
"It might help you though." She said to herself, lowering her head. She raised her head enough to stare at the empty doorway, before turning around to look for clothes to wear.
The journey was completed, the Matchitehew orbited the blue planet. Surprisingly, it wasn't the biggest ship in space around here. A ship, about five kilometers away, sat in a docking yard. It had to have been close to three thousand meters long. Much bigger than the Matchitehew.
We all took a seat in the Cobalt, since it was big enough to fit everyone. Adrian, the pilot was happy to be taking his ship down. This has always been his one true home. I just sat on the bench, next to Ryan and Kursed.
I could feel that Kursed was feeling ashamed of herself and I just slowly looked at her, giving her a low pitched growl. Low enough for her to notice, but not Ryan. "Hang on, guys. This might get a little bumpy." Adrian said, piloting his ship, towards the planet.
I got up from my seat, walking towards the cockpit to look out the window in front of the ship. As I peered through the large window, I could no longer see space, but the planet. Adrian had already made his course change so he'll fly right to Detroit.
He looked over his shoulder, only to see me standing over him. "You better sit down, Krieger." I just looked at him, giving him a slight growl. "Don't order me around." I threatened him, with a deep low voice.
He just stared at me for a moment, then brought his attention back to the controls. "Don't say I didn't warn you." I heard him say to himself, but I was able to catch it. I wanted to punch him, but I held back. I did glare at him though, as he adjusted some instruments to allow the ship to enter the atmosphere with no problems.
As the Cobalt traveled through space at a high rate of speed, its hull began to glow red. We were now entering the atmosphere and I could feel the heat being created. I could also feel my weight being created as well, as I wanted to fly towards the rear of the ship.
I gripped the wall hard, I could feel my skin digging into the metal, as I felt blood dripping off my hands, towards the back of the ship. Ryan and Kursed saw the blood and tried to grab me, but they couldn't beat the greater force that was trying to pull them towards the rear of the ship.
The heat began to subside as the ship successfully passed through the atmosphere. All we could see now was darken skies, but below us was nothing, but cloud coverage. It was winter in Detroit, and it was in the middle of a snow shower.
"Detroit International Port, this is drop ship, Cobalt. Request permission to land." Adrian said over the radio, trying to contact Detroit. All we heard was static for a few moments before it finally broke.
"Permission granted, Cobalt. Land on pad forty-nine and enjoy your stay." "Will do, Detroit." The wolf responded back, as he tried to make his landing, which was still about three minutes away.
"Buckle in everyone. We are making our approach." "I'm not going to buckle in." "I suggest you do." "I suggest you shut up." I said to the wolf, causing him to grow angry with me. "What the fuck crawled up your ass?" "Just make the fucking landing already."
Adrian lowered the yoke to lower the ship's descent even further. We were passing through the clouds, but the turbulence was awfully bad. Everyone was shaking around, trying to maintain their place on their chair.
The cloud coverage finally broke and we saw Detroit's port ahead of us, about ten miles away. The snow was horrible as it already began to attract itself to the ship, though it didn't slow it down or anything. I just stared at the fast approaching port, which now only laid a few miles away.
On the ground, people looked up at the Cobalt as it now flew over the port, only a feet meters above the ground. Adrian, smiling at the time, raised the nose of the ship and increasing thruster power to slow the ship at an incredible rate.
Kursed and Ryan were thrown from their seats, Adrian lunged forward in his chair, but the harness kept him secure. I, however, never moved. I braced myself, mainly using the mechanical strength in my right arm.
Adrian, still smiling turned around in his chair, was shocked to see me still standing, but the right arm, bent the archway into the cockpit. "Son of a bitch! You realize how much it's going to cost me to get that fixed?"
I stared at him for a moment, before I looked at my right hand, how it pushed the metal, making a huge dent. "You did it." I said, lowering my arms to my side and walking away from him.
He lowered the landing gear on the Cobalt and slowly lowered the drop ship until it was sitting on the ground. It jerked slightly, but otherwise it was a rather smooth landing. I walked past Ryan and Kursed, who still laid on the floor, and pushed the button to lower the loading ramp.
I lowered outside, seeing the harsh winter this city was enduring. I just made sure my hat was on securely, along with my sunglasses as I stepped onto the ramp, walking down towards the pavement.
There was little snow on the ground, but I guess you can expect that, especially with weather like this. The people who maintain the runways could only do so much to keep the snow off.
I looked around, seeing everyone working on either clearing the runways, or just mechanics working on maintaining the ships. Some ships were taking off or some were coming in for a landing. Either way, it was as busy as Corneria on some mornings.
I was soon joined by everyone on my team, as they stood parallel with me. "So. What do we do now? Where do we go?" Ryan asked, zippering up his coat so the cold wouldn't run down his shirt, but he was a husky. He loved snow. The same with all three of us actually. We were winter animals.
"At the entrance, should be two vehicles. A 1987 Chevrolet Monte Carlo SS and a 2005 GMC Yukon XL. That's our transportation. Go to this address. I have something to do." "And what the fuck is that?" Adrian said, still annoyed with the fact that I damaged his ship.
I just glared at him, saying nothing for a moment, before I looked away from him. In fact, I just started to walk away from everyone. I walked towards the gate with my duffle bag in my hand. Everyone started to walk behind me, but stayed a feet few back.
"What has gotten into him?" Adrian asked, as he whispered into Ryan's husky-like ear. "I don't know, man, but it's annoying all over again." Kursed just looked down at the ground, she knew it was her fault. She tried to get close to Krieger, but it bit her in the ass.
They walked past the gate, seeing the cars next to each other about thirty feet away. A gust of wind picked up, tossing snow into my face, causing my eyes to squint a little, even though they were protected by the sunglasses I was wearing.
I approached the Monte Carlo, opening up the driver side door, tossing the bag onto the passenger seat before I stepped inside. Everyone just stared at me, as I disappeared behind the snow-covered door.
I started up the engine, allowing the small block to heat up a little before I shifted into drive, doing a burnout in the snow. Everyone watched me drive away, before they finally figured something out.
"I think he's going to try and find that Michelle girl." Ryan said, snapping his fingers as he made a pretty damn good prediction. "I wouldn't be happy either if I had to tell her that her boyfriend was dead. It would make me feel sick to my stomach." Adrian said, looking at Kursed, who was already sitting inside the SUV.
The truth was, Ryan was right. I wasn't mad at Kursed. I was mad that I had to tell Michelle that Matt was dead. It's going to suck like fuck. I found out that she works at this bar over on Fifth. I didn't know if she was working, but it won't be a good day for her.
I stepped inside the bar, looking around and seeing that the place was dead, except for a few customers, who liked to get drunk all the time. It was before the big rush, but I saw her just wiping off the counter top of the main bar.
I took in a deep breath, before letting it out into a sigh. I approached the bar, she looked up and saw that I looked familiar. "Krieger? Is that you?" "Hey Michelle. It's been a while."
A smile came across her face as she walked around to greet me with a hug. "Oh my God. I missed you and Matt so much. How have you been? Where is Matt? He hasn't called me lately. Has he been busy? Is he seeing another girl?" Michelle said, trying to make a joke out of the last question, but I never smiled.
She saw that I had a very serious look on my face, and grew concerned. "Krieger? What's wrong?" I lowered my head, taking off my sunglasses so she could see my real eye and the artificial one.
"Michelle? It's Matt. He…I'm sorry you have to find out like this, but….Matt died." She covered her mouth, I could already see tears building up in her eyes. "What? When? How?" She said, stubbing over her words as she began to cry.
"He was killed in a drive by. About a couple months ago. I did everything I could to save him…,but he died in my arms." I said to her, holding back tears, but it didn't stop them from coming.
I approached her, opening my arms, she walked up to me and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around her, crying together for our friend. I tried to calm her, but it wasn't working. Michelle loved him too much, it wasn't fair.
"I'm sorry you had to find out about this. At least you found out from a friend you trusted instead of some random person." I said to her, which caused her to say something not very reassuring. "Yeah." She said, very unsure of my response, I picked it up as I pushed her away slightly to look at her face.
"What? Why did you say it like that?" I said to her, trying to get her to look into my eyes. I wanted her to tell me, but if she didn't. I was ready to probe her mind. She looked up slightly, tears still falling from her eyes, but she waved it off like it was nothing.
I didn't want to, but she made me. I entered her mind telepathically, trying to find out she was hiding from me. I grew angry when I found out almost immediately.
"You never trusted me….and you were never my friend. You only liked me as a friend because of Matt. Now that he's gone….You don't want to know me anymore. That's it! Our friendship is a lie, only 'cause of Matt?" I said to her, raising my voice, causing her to stare at me with bewilderment.
"How….how did you know?" "So you don't deny it?" She just stared at me, stunned that I knew. She hesitated too long. Anger grew inside of me, and I know wouldn't be able to control it. I walked away from her, preventing myself from hurting Matt's love.
However, the anger reached me too fast. I stopped next to a chair, a wooden chair, not very heavy. Maybe fifteen, twenty pounds in weight. I picked it up, and throwing it with all my might at Michelle.
Though, I aimed slightly to her left, missing her by only inches. She ducked to protect herself and watched as the chair collided with the bar shelves. Shattering the bottles of liquor, spilling it all over the place.
She stared at me with fear, as I looked at her, giving her the look that caused people to fear. I headed for the exit, pissed like never before. Another person that betrayed me, but this one was the most humiliating. I couldn't believe she was never my friend.
I kicked open the door, walking out into the heavy falling snow. People that were in the bar ran outside to try to stop me from leaving. "I can't let you leave, buddy." A feline said, holding a shattered beer bottle in his hand.
I slowly turned around, seeing that there was the feline and a horse. Trying to defend themselves when they came to attack. They feared for their lives when I pulled out my revolver, shooting the laser sight, right into the forehead of the feline.
The horse took off back into the bar, the feline hesitated for a moment, was too scared to move, before finally running back into the bar. I stared at the door closing behind them, turning off the laser.
I turned back around, looking at the old Chevy, which sat about ten feet away from me. I looked up at the darkened sky, still able to see snow falling from the sky. "Why must I suffer like this?" I said out loud, before walking the rest of the distance between me and the car.
I opened the door, taking a seat inside, feeling the leather against my clothing and fur. I sat there in anger for a few moments, I could tell I was being watching from the windows. Michelle was one of those in particular, who now feared for her life whenever I would ever be around.
"How could Matt ever be friends with him?" She said to herself, crying for Matt and the fact that her head was almost taken off by a flying chair. "Because he trusted me." She heard in her head, the voice was familiar. She gasped with fear when she heard my voice in her mind.
I started the ignition, shifting the car into drive and peeling away in the snow. Snow shot everywhere against the building, covering the windows and the brightly lit sign saying the name of the bar.
My night was completely ruined, finding out that a girl my best friend loved, never enjoyed our friendship. I drove through the snow, getting the address I given my team to. If they knew where to go.
I arrived at the address, seeing the familiar Yukon in front of the house. The neighborhood wasn't pretty, but like everything else. It could be worse. For those who know, it can, especially when you deal with me.
I shutoff the car, stepping out into the snow, with my bag in my hand, seeing my team starting to do the same. The first to talk to me was Ryan, who had a big smile on his face. "So. How'd did you visit go?" He said with enthusiasm, trying to be cheerful.
I just stared at him, a glare saying I would shoot him if he didn't shut up. He took a step backwards as I looked away from him and walked towards the house. They all stared at each other, trying to find a way not to mess with me for the rest of the night, but I hold grudges a long time.
I walked up the steps, stopping in front of the door as I began to unlock it. I had a spare set, after Matt had made them for me whenever we would visit here, just so he could see Michelle. I was mad at my best-friend right now, only because of the woman he chose to be with.
I opened the door, stepping inside the dark house, seeing dust accumulating on certain areas of the walls and such. I scanned the area, seeing all the stuff that Matt had laid out in his home. The first thing that I walked up to, was a picture of the two love birds.
I picked it up, gripping it hard. My team was at the doorway, watching me, very nervous to be around me. They flinched backwards when they saw me throw the picture at the wall, seeing it shatter upon impact.
I slowly turned my head backwards, staring at them with my red, burning eyes. They just ran upstairs, finding a room for them to stay in, closing the door behind them. "You bastards born in a fucking BARN?" I yelled at the top of my lungs, as I stomped over to the door, slamming it hard shut.
Vibrations could be felt all over the house, as I just stood there alone, pissed like hell. "You sure do know how to pick them, don't you, you bastard?" I said out loud, referring to Matt. I had never been mad at my friend, but tonight was necessary.
I walked to my right, heading for the kitchen, which was in the back corner of the house. I entered and the first thing I focused on was the fridge. I walked over to it, opening it and seeing three cases of beer.
I snatched one and opened the cap with my claw. I drank about half of it before I finally pulled the bottle away from my mouth. I stared out the window in front of me, which was also over the sink. I tapped the neck of the bottle, trying to suppress my anger.
I looked around quickly when I saw a familiar blue vixen at the doorway to the kitchen. I stared at her angrily, trying to get her to leave, but she stood her ground. She never moved.
"What the fuck do you want?" "I came to ask you what happened." She said, firmly. Trying to show that she wasn't afraid, but I felt the fear in her, but she did a good job masking it on the outside. I sighed quietly, admiring her courage.
"What does it matter? Who gives a flying fuck about me?" "With that attitude, it's no wonder you act this way around everyone and people treat you the same." I chucked the bottle into the ground, hearing the glass break on impact, though I never looked down, I could feel the beer on my pants.
I walked to her, rage coursing through my body, causing me to grab her by the neck, straggling her. I looked into her eyes, seeing no change in her look. I bared my teeth at her, but the only thing that changed about her was the glistening in her eyes. She managed to speak though. "What happened?"
I looked at her for a moment longer, hearing her struggling to breath. I released her throat, causing her to inhale deeply, trying to catch her breath. I looked away from her and leaned on the table. I stared at the wood as she slowed her breathing down.
She cleared her throat as she walked up next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. As soon as she touched my fur, I looked at the hand, but it never moved. Again, she was trying to show her bravery.
I closed my eyes as I lowered my head even more, now it was just basically hanging there. I gave out one loud sigh, before I started talking. "She never liked me as a friend. She was only my friend…because of Matt. She never trusted me." "She said that to you?" "I had to probe it out of her mind. She wouldn't tell me."
Kursed looked away, towards the dining room, before looking back at me. "Oh Krieger. I'm so sorry. I can't believe it." "Well believe it!" I yelled at her, spinning around to stare at her. "You know. You better not betray me. Otherwise, you'll be the first that I kill because of it."
I walked past her, towards the living room, leaving her in the kitchen by herself. As soon as I disappeared behind the corner, she fell to the floor, starting to cry from being so scared. She thought she had seen me upset, this was far worse than before.
I sat on the floor right behind that same corner, a tear falling from my eye. "Why does all this bad shit happen to me?" I said to myself, in my mind. Everything that I do always ended up turning bad. Starting with StarFox.
I wiped the tear away and stood up, making my journey up the stairs towards my room, whichever one that may be. There was one problem, this house only had three bedrooms. I had to make do with a roommate unless I wanted the couch, but I always woke up with back problems when I did.
The first room I entered was down the hall, across from the bathroom. When I entered, I was expecting someone, but it was empty. "Shit. Kursed's sleeps here." I couldn't believe it. The one room she chooses, happens to be mine when I stayed here with Matt. I sighed as I dropped my bag next to the dresser and took a seat on the chair next to it.
I rested my left arm on the rest, and buried my face into the resting arm. It was very quiet for these next few minutes, before the silence was interrupted. I raised my head from my hand when I turned around to see Kursed standing at the door.
She started to walk away when I yelled at her to stop. She turned around to look at me. I wasn't looking at her, I was just giving the hand motion to enter the room. "We will share the room because you're the only one I trust the most right now and I ain't sleeping on the couch because I always get back problems."
She stepped inside the room, staring at the bed. "What are the sleeping arrangements?" "We sleep in the same bed, you try to make a move on me and I push you off." She chuckled slyly, as she made her way to the bed.
I stood up and took off my coat, followed by my shirt. Kursed stared at me, particularly the scars that remains. They were somewhat visible underneath the fur, but the fur could only hide so much. The one that stood out most, was the bullet wound that passed through my body.
I took off my pants and laid in the bed, relaxing my head against the soft pillow. Kursed just stood next to the bed, wondering what to do next. "You coming to bed or not?"
Her questions were answered when she was told to come to bed. She took off her coat, and her pants. Wearing nothing, but a tank-top and underwear. I didn't pay much attention, but I did make a couple quick of discreet glances at her.
She covered herself underneath all the blankets, reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp next to her. "Goodnight, Krieger." She said, turning on her side, facing away from me. I just turned on my side, facing away from her.
She kept looking over her shoulder, wondering if I would respond to her. After about a minute, she just closed her eyes, hoping that this night or something similar would never happen again. "Goodnight….Kursed."
My sleep didn't last long, as I had woken up in the middle of the night, three in the morning to be exact. I scanned the room, then focused on Kursed, who was in close proximity of me. I was tempted to push her, but I just got out of bed.
Moving quietly from underneath the covers, I stood up and took a quick look out the window. The snow hadn't let up, if anything. The snow had picked up even more, making everything just completely white. I couldn't really see the Monte Carlo anymore, it was just a snow mound.
I turned around, beginning to walk towards the door, rolling my steps so I would cause very little noise. I did it so well, I did not once, make a sound. I pulled the door open and closed it behind me.
I began to walk down the hall, towards the stairs, just trying to figure out what to do with myself. I wasn't happy and that's probably why I woke up so early. It was pathetic, this was the eleventh time this month that I woke up early.
I began to walk down the stairs, expecting to see no one. Which I still did as I looked towards the living room, seeing nothing or hearing nothing. I made it on to the bottom step and made a turn towards the kitchen.
I turned around the corner and by surprise, Ryan was up drinking a cup of coffee. I approached him, somewhat stomping my feet as I approached his location. He heard me coming and turned around. He stood up and began to walk away, he didn't want to be around me if I was still angry.
"Sit down." I said out loud, while entering the kitchen, walking over to the coffee maker to pour myself a cup. He took a moment before he was seated himself back onto the chair he was just in a few seconds ago. I took the seat diagonally from him.
I stared straight forward, while sipping the hot cup of coffee, which actually tasted pretty good. Ryan just stared at me, thinking if he should say anything or just remain quiet. "This is good coffee you made."
Ryan tilted his head a little, but slightly smirked at the compliment. "Probably the only thing I do best besides shooting." "If those are your only skills, then you're pretty pathetic." I replied back, trying to demean the husky.
He just looked at me, somewhat annoyed, but unlike me, he can let things go with no problems. "You know that I was just only joking, right?" "Yeah. Yeah I do." I said, leaning back into my chair, taking in another sip of my coffee.
Ryan just looked at his mug, rubbing the sides of it with his thumbs, before finally he said something to me. "So, you going to tell me what happened with this broad or you just gonna keep it a secret from us?" I looked at him, chuckling at him slightly from his question.
"Basically. She was never my friend and never trusted me." I said, before I took a sip of the hot coffee. "Wow man. That blows. What a bitch." "Tell me about it….What the fuck you doing up anyway?" "I was craving coffee." "You would."
Ryan laughed at me, but our attention was brought towards the archway between the kitchen and the dining room, as a person was standing there. It was Kursed and she never put on pants. Ryan was eyeballing her the whole time. I rose from my chair and reached over to smack him on the head.
"Show the lady some respect, asshole." Ryan rubbed his head and glared at me, I knew he wasn't happy now. I looked back at Kursed and she was giggling at me. "What are YOU doing up?" I said to her, emphasizing the word 'you' in that sentence.
"I grew worried when I woke up and you weren't there." "You two are sleeping together? Wow, this is great!" "Ryan. Don't make me hurt you even worse than before. And try sleeping on that sofa, you'll get lovely back problems."
"Nah. I'm good." "Then get upstairs and go back to bed, before I make you." "Alright. Alright. Goodnight. And Krieger. Sorry about that bitch. What she said to you, your best friend sounded like a good man and that bitch never deserved him." I looked at Ryan, nodding at him. "Night."
"Night. Night, Kursed." "Night." She replied back, as she watched Ryan walk past her, towards the stairs to get to his room. She just turned around and focused on me. "You okay?" "I don't know. Go back to bed. I don't know what I'll be doing with myself."
Kursed grew a little sad with her facial expression, but gave a slight nod. "You need me. I'll be sleeping." "Yep." I watched her turn around and walk away from me, leaving me in the kitchen all by myself. "Damnit. Why are things getting so complicated?"
I sat there for a few more minutes, just enough time for me to finish my coffee. As I finished the last sip, I looked up at the clock and it read close to three thirty. I looked outside and snow was now finally letting up to a mere flurry.
I stood up from my chair, setting the mug in the sink as I leaned forward against it. I didn't know what to do. What the fuck was there to do at three thirty in the morning? Basically nothing unless I wanted to go out for a drive. Which actually sounded like a pretty good idea.
I walked towards the stairs, trying to be quiet so I wouldn't disturb anyone from their sleep. The only one who hadn't been awake yet was Adrian and who knows how he reacts when his sleep is disturbed.
I rolled my steps as I took every step upward, making my feet sound pretty much silent. Along the way, I looked at photos Matt hung up along the wall. A couple were of us, getting ready to go to the shooting range. Another was me firing my revolver, shooting perfectly through the bull's-eye.
I made it up to the top, still trying to be quiet as I walked down the hall towards my room. I stopped for a moment when I heard stirring from Ryan's room. He didn't wake up, but I waited a few more seconds before I started walking again.
When I approached the door, it was closed so I figured I had to try to be extra quiet as I opened it. I grasped the knob, twisting it to the right as I slowly pushed it open. The room was dark and silent, and I hoped I could keep it that way.
"You finally coming to bed?" I rose my head slightly, caught off-guard by the voice that broke the utter silence. I looked at the bed and Kursed was sitting against the headboard, her right hand on top of her right knee.
"I'm getting dressed and going for a drive. You're not coming with me." "This isn't a debate. Yes. I am." She said sternly, kicking the covers off her to reveal that she had put on her daily clothes. "You're right. This ain't a debate. And no, you're not." I replied back, speaking to her more forcefully than her.
She just got up, grabbing her jacket and put it on her. Nothing I could do would stop her from coming. I simply just swore underneath my breath.
I grabbed a pair of pants, my coat and my hat, finally putting on my pair of boots. Of course, I never left without my dagger and revolver. Wherever I went, they came along with me.
We made our way outside, seeing that the Monte Carlo was covered in snow. I had to brushed it all off before I was finally able to get access to the door, without having any snow falling in. It was close to fifteen minutes til four before I finally was able to sit in the car.
I knew I could've had a chance of leaving Kursed right there, because her door was locked, but something inside me couldn't stop me from leaning over and unlocking it. When I finally realized my actions, she was sitting next to me. I realized that I was more tired than I thought.
I started the ignition, allowing the engine to rumble before I shifted into drive and took off down the snow covered road. It was hard to maintain control because the car was all over the place and the snow was too slick. I managed to keep it under control.
"You okay?" "No I'm not okay. You're here." I said to her, which made her annoyed and angry at me. "Bullshit. That's just some excuse to give me so you could try to shut me up!" She yelled at me, which made me smile.
"What the fuck you smiling at?" "You." "What the fuck about me?" "You get angry for no reason. It's humorous." "Maybe you should listen to yourself sometimes." I swung my right arm at her, attempting to slap her, but something stopped me. Her.
She grabbed my wrist with all might and she stopped the attack from occurring. I gawked at her for a moment before I retracted my arm. "How did you know I was going to hit you?" "Seemed relevant."
I stared at her a few more seconds before I just mainly focused on the road. "Krieger." She sighed for a moment, before she continued with what she was going to say. "You need to accept the friendship the three of us are offering you. The only reason you are like this is 'cause you choose to.
Yes. Losing your best friend and finding out that his woman is a bitch, and I would hold grudges too, but can't you accept us as your friends? "I choose to have no friends because they end up betraying me or I lose them. I just can't deal with that anymore."
"You'll never lose any of us." I lowered my head, closing my eyes for moment before I opened them again and turned my head to face Kursed. I grabbed her hand, somewhat gripping it rather hard. She feared I was going to crush her hand with bone crushing force.
I brought it towards my face and I simply just kissed the top of it. I loosened my hand and let hers free as she retracted it and began to feel the spot I had just kissed. She looked up at me and smiled. "Was that so hard?" "Extremely."
She laughed as we continued to drive through the night. We talked, mainly about how we were going to proceed to infiltrate Lector's gang. Knowing me though, it would be a cinch. Having my team around, I'll just vouch to say that we do good work together. We just needed a way to approach him. We plan to go to one of his clubs tomorrow night.
"What is the name of the club?" "Amsterdam. Suppose to be one of his most popular clubs. He's going to be there tonight." I said, driving the Yukon across the slick streets of Detroit, heading for a grocery store.
"Well, I doubt they will just let us walk up to him." Ryan said, looking out the window as he rubbed his finger across the condensation build-up. "You're right. They won't let you guys, but they won't be fast enough to catch me. Once they chase me, you follow."
"What are we going to ask? He's a good supplier, but what are we going to ask for?" Kursed asked, turning her head to look at me. "My personal favorites. Cars and weapons." "What if he asks what are we going to load the ship on?" "I'll tell him it's the Matchitehew, but he doesn't know that I have a large armory."
"Sounds like you planned this thing through?" She answered, smiling at me, impressed with my ideas and my confidence. "Alright. He is suppose to arrive at nine at night. He has a personal room that he sits in. Away from everyone, but can watch the club."
"Can I put on my charm?" Ryan asked, looking away from the window and turning his head back and forth to look at everyone. "Whatever drives you." "Aw yeah." "You seem awfully calmer today, Krieger. What happened that you are no longer pissed off?"
I looked in the mirror to see Adrian's face, but I never turned my head enough to give him the hint that Kursed helped me. "Just a good nights sleep." "Must've been great if your attitude changed a lot?" "It was." I lied, I wasn't able to sleep at all last night. I was feeling a bit tired right now.
I parked the car in front of the store, a corner shop that had good business just because of it's location. Plus the owners were very friendly so everyone loved to shop here.
I shifted into park and turned off the engine as I opened the door to get out. Everyone else in the car followed suit with me. After I heard all four doors shut, I activated the alarm. I heard a double beep, indicating that the alarm was activated.
We entered the store and for this time of day, nine in the morning, it was pretty dead because everyone was working. Though, something was not feeling right with my senses. I was feeling a person I met recently…it was Michelle.
I scanned the store, seeing if I was going to run into that beagle. I know for a fact that she would scream and runaway from me once she saw me. As much I wanted to see that, I did not want to be on the owner's bad side. Too late though.
As I came around a corner, I came face to face with her. She stood still, scared shitless when she saw me. She was about to yell when I just walked away from her. I walked towards a different aisle, just so she could walk away without seeing me. I felt her fear skyrocket when she saw me.
Kursed saw her shaking and kept looking back at me. She probed her mind and found out that that was Michelle and she saw what had happened that night. She turned her head to look at me, as I was standing there looking at cereal.
She approached me and gave me a solemn look. I didn't look at her, I felt it not by my telepathic abilities, but just by male instincts. A man knows when he his being given a look.
"Yes. That's her. Would you like to know what I did to her?" She was about to say 'I already know', but then that would give away her abilities and she didn't want anyone to know about that yet. "What happened?"
"I went into utter rage and almost killed her by throwing a chair at her. I almost knocking her head off. I wanted to hurt her or even kill her, but what would Matt think? As much as I hate her now, she was in love with my best friend." Kursed turned around to look at Michelle, as she quickly walked out of the store.
"Poor girl. Must've been a frightful experience to have to deal with you when you're pissed." "Just like with you, only you're much braver than her." "Aw. Well thank you. That's the nicest thing you ever said to me." "Shut u…" I coughed up blood, ending my sentence right there.
Blood dripped from my mouth, but I was bent over as I grabbed my stomach in pain. So far, this was the worst amount of pain I had dealt with from the recovery. I opened my eyes and stared at the blood as a total of more than thirty drops fell from my mouth. In fast motion, it was nothing, but a stream of red.
Ryan and Adrian rounded the corner as saw me in pain with blood falling from my mouth. "Holy shit! Krieger! We got to get y…." "This is normal. Shut the fuck up. Don't attract the clerk." I interrupted him, as I tried to stand straight, while wiping off the blood.
The two male dogs looked at Kursed, who just nodded before she went back to tending me. "I'm okay, Kursed. Chill." I said to her, as I popped my neck, hearing a loud crack each time I moved it from side to side.
"That is weird, man, but I trust ya." Ryan said before he turned around and started to walk in the opposite direction with Adrian following him. Kursed didn't leave my side, but I could feel her worry. What if someday, this…spasm, does something that could kill me? She worried.
I looked at the clerk, who was watching me, but I just waved him off. Telling him everything was okay. He didn't know me like he knows his customers so he just went back to reading his magazine.
I sighed for a moment, but my attention was distracted. Someone was calling my phone. I pulled out my cell and saw Marcos was calling me. Though, I already knew by the ring tone. I set up the theme from 'The Sopranos, (Woke Up this Morning by Alabama 3) as his ring tone.
"What is it?" "Just making sure everything is okay. Wanted to know if you killed any of your team members yet?" "Yep. They're all dead." I said to him, sounding like I was serious. There was a pause in the call.
"You serious?" "No! Jesus. Calm the fuck down. We are alive and we plan to do our stuff tonight." "What is it you are trying to do? I mean the man is trying to start a war. Why not just go in there and shoot him?" "Not my style. I like to know the person before he dies."
Marcos just sighed over the phone, from his point of view, he leaned his head on his left hand. "You are a strange individual. Just don't screw this up or Hare will have my head. He told me to get the best to take this man down. I chose the best and I want to make sure he gets taken down."
"Sounds like to me, Reaper, that you need a vacation." "Boy, do I. After you guys get back, I'm definitely taking one. Just make sure you kill this man." "I'm surprise you want him dead. In situations like these, aren't I suppose to bring him be forth a jury and have him trialed?"
"Yes, but we all think it would be best that he dies because he may have a strong attorney to protect him from prison." "Yeah. That's our judicial system." "Alright. If you do kill him though, I'll make sure you get a pay increase." "That would sound great to Cooper." "Good hunting." "Always do."
I hung up the phone and pocketed the cell phone, as I glanced at Kursed, who was staring and smiling at me. "Yes. I know I'm cute when I talk business. Tell me something I don't know." I said to her, as I walked away from her.
"You need to stop reading my mind." "I don't take kindly to orders." I said to her as I continued to walk from her. She stood there, watching me disappear around the corner, she continued to smile though.
