Hi everyone
some time ago I came up with idea for this story. After finally overcoming my laziness and I have committed this chapter, hope you all like it.
I don't own Black Lagoon
"Come on Rock..." Revy said as she walked across the Yellow Flag threshold. Immediately behind her walked a Japanese man dressed in a shirt and tie. "It was a clean job. What are you worried about?"
"Revy! You ran like mad aboard an arms dealer's ship, then, taking him hostage, forced him to give up his cargo! Am I the only one who sees in this plan a little too many places where you get shot?" Said Rock walking step by step behind Revy. "If you had listened to my plan, we could have forced him to hand over the goods without so much risk..." Gestured Rock continuing to follow Revy, while going deeper into Yellow Flag.
"Your plan was to use a fucking torpedo!" Replied Revy with a shout, turning abruptly toward him. "Do you know how damn expensive they are?"
"Rip Off Church pays us enough that the use of the torpedo was profitable!" Continued Rock, even uninterrupted.
"And thanks to me, we get paid like using a torpedo, without its cost. So give it a rest and come use the bigger payout..." Replied Revy with satisfaction and a smile, then turned and headed toward the bar. Rock sighed heavily as he saw that his partner had completely dismissed his reasoning, and then sat down next to her at the bar. Without even asking what they were ordering, Bao placed two glasses in front of them, filled them with rum, and then left, leaving them with the rest of the bottle.
"Revy... Someday your luck will finally run out..."
"Ah, fuck..." Said Revy taking the glass of rum in her hand and then drinking it fully. "It's experience and not luck!"
"Really?" Revel Rock raised both his eyebrow and his glass of rum.
"Yes. Really!" Revy was clearly annoyed by the lack of faith in her. "And by the way, if I were you, I'd be more concerned about your luck. I, for one, have already been pierced by a sword, shot and cut multiple times, and thrown in the jail... You always somehow come out of all this unscathed, before long it will be you who runs out of luck..." She concluded by sticking her finger in his face.
Rock thought for a moment, then his annoyed face took on sad features. "I guess you're right..." He interjected after which he put the edge of the glass to his lips and began sipping the rum. Revy did not expect this reaction. She felt guilty and was slightly angered by it, which was not her goal. She slapped him on the back with her open palm when he was halfway through his glass of alcohol.
"Dutch said it would take them a while longer. They went to pick up Jane, by the way Le Majeur is supposed to drop in some time also to join the celebration." Said Rock returning from the phone and sitting down next to Revy.
"Dutch said it would take them a while longer. They went to pick up Jane, by the way Le Majeur is supposed to drop in some time also to join the celebration." Said Rock returning from the phone and sitting down next to Revy.
"Fuck me... How long can you wait? Plus everyone is pitching in as if they're the ones who made the money..."
"You said yourself that we earned so..."
"Yes, we earned so much thanks to me! I'm the one who made most of it, and I don't like the whole fucking Roanapur drinking for my pay..." Revy interrupted to pick up a glass of rum and drink some. "I can buy them a drink each, but no exaggeration..." Rock sighed slightly, understanding Revy, though not wanting to admit it to her. "What worries me more, though, is that it's taking them so long..."
"Huh? Why?" Asked Rock lifting his glass of golden drink and swinging it towards his mouth. "You talk as if you haven't already started celebrating a successful work day..." He added after which he pointed to the second started bottle of Bacardi.
"That's not what I mean..." She said waving her hand dismissively in front of his face, then continued in a whisper. "We've been here less than half an hour and already people have multiplied like hell..." Rock took his gaze away from Revy and surreptitiously looked around the room. Since they came, the number of customers had increased significantly. Although no disgruntled voices could be heard among the cloud of sounds, it was getting so slowly stuffy, and that, along with a dash of percentages, is a recipe for a change in mood. Rock's only hope was that no one would decide to stir in this bowl called Yellow Flag. "A little more and we'll start running out of seats," he said.
"And no one in Roanapur wants to show themselves as the weaker one and step down..." Rock finished for Revy.
"That's not the way I would phrase it, but you hit the nail on the head..." Revy said. "This room is filled with gasoline fumes and all it takes is for someone to rub someone the wrong way to ignite a spark..." Rock was silent for a moment then turned to Revy in amazement.
"I didn't think that you who would want to avoid a shooting... Did you take what I said to heart?" Revy giggled just hearing his words.
"Without exaggeration Rock, I never avoid shooting, you know it well..." These words made Rock rolled his eyes as hard as if he wanted to send them into orbit. "But it would be stupid to get banned from entering a bar right after you've raked in a bunch of money..."
"Good point..." Replied Rock, resigned to any attempt to change Revy's attitude, then pointed his glass of rum in her direction, expecting her to toast, which she promptly did, after which they both emptied their glasses. "What do you plan to do with your share of the paycheck? Other than alcohol and cigs, of course..."
"Ohhh Rocky, you talk as if you don't know me at all..." Revy replied calmly, then leaned her shoulder against the bar top and turned her body towards Rock. "Weapons... it's all too obvious..." She said with a slight smile. "I just don't know what kind yet... I was thinking about the Saiga 12..."
"Isn't that a shotgun?" Asked Rock with uncertainty.
"Er, yes..." Revy frowned. "Rock I see you're learning." Replied Revy with sincere surprise. "Now tell me... When will you finally get your hands on a gun?"
"Preferably never... And I remember it by the fact that I've been in charge of our supplies lately, so I also had to get acquainted with weapons." The words were concluded with a clear sigh from Revy, partly saddened by the answer and partly pleased. Rock, however, decided to continue with the topic he had started earlier. "Going back, aren't shotguns rather the domain of Dutch?" he said.
"One might get that impression, but my contract doesn't say that I can't use a shotgun, especially such an awesome one..." Revy replied proudly.
"You have a contract?" Asked Rock blithely.
"Only a verbal one... But it still counts..." She replied with unflagging pride. Rock was already about to answer her something, with some disappointment in his eyes, when suddenly someone pushed Revy knocking the rum glass out of her hand. "WHAT THE FUCK?" She exclaimed, perfectly harmonizing her voice with the sound of breaking glass, then turned abruptly to see who had wasted her drink. It was a tall and broad man, with obviously dyed blond hair, dressed in a light shirt and light pants, not very distinguishable from the rest of the people in this town, but by his rather distinctive face, which was covered with many scars, asured Revy he must be new here, as she never seen it before. Behind him stood 3 more guys of similar build, who, by their body language, showed that they had come here with him. To them, however, Revy did not look closely, as all her attention was on the blond man directly in front of her.
Revy's raising of her voice drew the attention of Bao, who immediately came in wanting to defuse the conflict and thus save the bar from another forced renovation. "Revy, I saw what happened... I'll give you a bottle of rum on the house... Just, please sit still," said the bar owner, wanting to calm her down and thus put out the fire before it spreads.
"You know what Bao, fuck you... I can afford a bottle of rum, so you can't bribe me with it..." Revy replied to the displeasure of the Yellow Flag's owner. "But I also have good news... I had an awesome day today, and I don't want anyone to fuck it up... so all I need is for this fucker to apologize to me..." She added after a moment, restoring Bao's hopes of not destroying Yellow Flag for the tenth time...
The blonde looked at Revy for a moment, then at Bao, then at Rock sitting behind Revy and then at her again. "I can apologize to you if I shoot my cum on your face instead of down your throat when you give me a blowjob..." Hearing this, Bao slowly ducked behind his bulletproof bar.
"You see Rock..." Said Revy, somewhat calmly, turning her head towards him, so he could see that her eyelid was trembling from sheer annoyance. "...Even when you try kindly they don't understand..." Saying this, she noticed a change in the grimace on Rock's face, from boredom to dismay.
"Revy!" Rock shouted when she was already in the process of turning toward the blonde, she knew what Rock had spotted behind her. Already out of the corner of her eye she spotted a gun pointed at her head. Not being able to do much, she dodged. The bullet missed her by a millimeter. Then she instinctively took a stance and gave the blonde a solid hit under his chin. Wasting no time, she reflexively grabbed Rock and threw herself with him behind the bulletproof bar, joining Bao.
Revy fell hard hitting the floor of the bar with her right shoulder, but hearing the sounds of gunfire ringing out no longer just at the bar itself, but throughout the building, she corrected herself to a sitting position, leaning her back against the bottle cabinet, and began checking her gun. "Revy!" she suddenly heard Bao's voice.
"Yes, I know, I'm banned from fucking bar for the next six months!" She shouted, wanting to avoid the litanies from Bao's side. "But I don't know if you fucking noticed, they started it! I was fucking cultured!" She said, locking both guns and shooting the attacker leaning behind the counter. "Take care of Rock, I'll try to clean up in the meantime..." She added, preparing to jump over the counter. Her right hand was slightly sore and lethargic, so she put her left hand on the counter and leaned on it, jumping forward. Even before her other foot left the ground, she managed to take aim and knock down one attacker with two shots. But before she could put her feet on the other side of the bar, she noticed something disturbing. On the other side of the counter, someone was holding a gun. It looked like a shortened doublebarrel shotgun. And the worst thing was that both barrels were aimed at her.
For Reva, time slowed down, it seemed like it almost stopped. She knew perfectly well how it would end if she didn't do something. She was already in the air, too late to change direction. The only hope is that she will be able to aim and kill him before he pulls the trigger. She contracted all the muscles in her right arm in an attempt to save herself.
However, all the contusions she had suffered a moment ago reminded her of her presence. Revy felt a dull pain in her shoulder and her hand moved slowly, too slowly. Wounds that Revy would usually ignore, having a non-existent impact on her abilities on a daily basis, were now the deciding between her life and death, and it was not a favorable judgment for Revy. Maybe if she had been more careful she would have noticed the attacker with the twin-barreled gun, maybe if she had been more careful she wouldn't have bruised her shoulder when he jumped, maybe if she had been more careful she wouldn't have felt the cold metal of the barrel approaching her chest now. She closed her eyes with one thought in her mind.
"Maybe it was all just luck..."
The sound of a gunshot. Splitting, excruciating pain in the chest. The sound of bones crumbling. The sound of blood leaving the body. She felt and heard it all in less than a second. She felt her body go limp and the force of the gunshot pushed her back behind the bar. Less than half a second later she fell to the floor behind the bar with a thud.
Revy didn't feel herself hit the floor, she just felt like she stopped falling. She opened her eyes reflexively. Her vision was blurry, but she had no trouble recognizing the Yellow Flag ceiling she was now involuntarily looking at. Slowly, she began to feel as if her body wanted to come back to life with stimuli. It didn't help much. Revy could now smell her own blood in her nose as it began to spill around her and pour down her throat, drowning her little by little, and as she began to feel colder and colder. She heard what death felt like, she had seen it countless times, but this was the first time she was feling it. She felt cold, lonely, isolated, terrified. It was the end and there was nothing she could do to change it, all she could do was accept her fate.
Over time, her hearing also returned. She heard Bao amid the sounds of gunfire. With the last of her strength mixed with adrenaline, she managed to turn her head towards his voice, noticing him. His face was wide with terror, and he was covered in blood from the waist down, kneeling next to Rock.
"I hope you enjoyed my final performance, because there will be no encore..." Revy thought to herself, looking for some comfort in her last moments. "Rock... I hope you'll tell everyone how... Rock?" Thinking this, she turned her half-dead gaze to where Rock's face lay, only to see his dead eyes staring at her. There was a gunshot hole above his left eye, and from her perspective Revy was able to see torn skin mixed with brain and skull fragments on the other side of his head.
Revy had seen a lot of corpses in various states and it had never bothered her, but now if it weren't for the fact that she was choking on blood and the life was leaking out of her, she would puke. The bullet she managed to dodge killed Rock. Seeing him like this broke something in her. Her pupils dilated with fear and tears began to form in her eyes, and if she could, she would probably start screaming. With the last of her strength, Revy reached towards Rock's hand, somehow managing to reach it and tighten her grip on his hand slightly.
"You're out of luck too, right Rock?" She asked him in her mind, looking at him with glassy eyes, not expecting an answer. "Me too... It's over, at least we're in this together... Just me and you... If only it weren't for this freezing cold, right..." She added, feeling her body stiffen and sink into the cold.
A tear fell from her eye and mixed with her blood on the floor. And even though her pupil shrank as if she saw a fire, the flame of life in her eyes had already died out.
To be continued...