Post by Vaughan Dimitru on Dec 6, 2014 8:57:52 GMT -6
Hey all.
first off sorry for the long absence, life tends to be a rollercoaster these days but on a better note. anywho, tonight im clearing an old computer and found a story someone wrote and sent to me from ages ago. Unfortunately i cant remember who sent it! was it you or someone you know?
take a gander and see. it is someone i knew so im thinking from either of the following places where i met them : okami/kumari, fallen secrets, haunted mirrors, sunset dreaming and goodness knows where else. so yeah read it, if you recognise who wrote it let me know! im keen to see if they continued this too
Chapter 1
The story of how I ended up in this iron clad cell that so perfectly reflects my heart is a long one, if I may use such an understatement. It started after a weeklong contract I’d been given.
I was sitting at the bar drowning the last week’s demons out with scotch and ten year old cigars, through the smoke that surrounded me from my Cuban I could see the more lively bi-polers on the dance floor, gently moving to the music who's beat and pace they had become numb too. My eyes drifted slowly towards the stairs; through the haze of a now finished cigar I could see her hourglass figure in a dress that was two sizes too small and clinged to all the right curves.
See saw me taking my glimpse and slowly drifted over to the seat next to me as I turned away then she sat down, but not before brushing against my shoulder. I knew what she wanted from me and I had no intention of stopping her if she acted on it.
'Might as well pay for her drink' I thought to myself.
I waved my hand and tilted my head at the bartender as the lady in black ordered her drink, he knew what I meant and put a strike on a piece of paper next to the till that read 'tab' before getting the lady's drink. She went to pay but the bartender got his turn to wave then the bastard moved his eyes to look at me for a split second and back to the girl.
'Idiot, she already knows why she doesn’t have to pay.'
She shifts on her stool so she's closer to me and says "Thanks for the drink, I'll repay by telling you my name. I'm Nessa"
That’s when my life climb aboard a roller coaster.
I asked her what she was doing in a place like this? Only those that want to be lost come here she told me. Fair enough answer I thought, after all, that’s the reason I was in the club. After a few drinks and a bit more small talk mostly from her, she asked if I wanted to get out of there and go somewhere a bit more private. In my alcohol clouded mind, I was thinking with my dick and agreed.
We left the club and headed for my car, a rental Volvo I got 3 days ago. She climbed in sideways, real lady like, but something told me she hated not being in front of the wheel and especially getting in that way. As if her norm was to jump in and go in a second. I pulled out of the car park and got onto the freeway, it was a short trip to my hotel room uptown but the trip turned to a long detour when I noticed the jet-black BMW three cars back, it been following me since I left the club. I knew that the contract had been too clean for the car to be after me, maybe it was just a guy heading home after a night out but I decided to play it safe and got off the freeway 4km from my exit. Not surprisingly the BMW followed, if it wasn’t after me then why was it following me?
After driving 40 km going around random corners I knew it was after the girl next to me. ‘I’ll never be able to outrun him in this piece of shit’ I thought to myself, ‘I’ll go for plan B’.
“There’s a car following us, I don’t know what you’ve done and I don’t care, just hold on and I’ll try to lose him,” I said to Nessa. She didn’t protest.
I hit the gas and flu around the left set of lights at the next intersection at 100km, then hit the brake and turned the wheel hard to the right sending the car sideways in a second I pulled my Glock form its shoulder holster and had it out the window just as the BMW came around the corner ‘Not much time, I’ll only get one shot’ I said to myself as I flicked the fire-control with my thumb ‘Take your time, aim your shot, squeeze the trigger’ before I consciously thought of pulling the trigger 3 rounds where already making there way to the beamers front tire.
Bang
His tire pops and he loses control, sliding into the light pole, he had no chance when he hit. He must have been doing 130km and over because the car just split in half. I holstered my gun and pulled myself out of the drift and back into a straight line heading for the freeway. I felt Nessa tense up as if she wanted to say something but didn’t have the word’s put in order yet. I spoke up first.
“You don’t have to say anything, like I said, I don’t know and I don’t care”
“Thank you” was her only reply.
I turned the car off in the parking lot and got out, Nessa followed me to the doors of the hotel. When we entered the clerk at the desk smiled and was about to say something but I waved my hand to stop him short, I already knew what he was going to say. It was a short ride up the lift to my floor, and a long walk to the end the hall where my room was. I opened the door and took of my jacket, throwing it onto the chair.
“Want a drink?” I asked, to which I received a nod from Nessa who was staring at the holster under my shoulder. When I handed her the glass of scotch she pushed the split of her dress to the side to reveal her garter, putting her hand in-between her thighs she pulled out a Colt Backup, then placed it on the coffee table in front of her ‘Who is this women dressed in black?’ I found myself asking.
I sat down across the table from her and after a long silence she started talking; she said she was running from ‘The Company’ whose products included assassination and espionage, her former employers. She told me everything, the contacts she’d taken, why she left, everything. When it was over and two Cubans had been ashed she relaxed in the chair as if the whole weight of the world had disappeared from her shoulders. I don’t know why she decided to tell me her past but when she relaxed I knew that it was up to me to keep her alive. I told her to get some sleep, she got up and headed for the bedroom and closed the door. I had another scotch and a cigar, checked my gun and toped off the ammo clip. When that was done I got up grabbed my jacket and headed out the door, there was business I had to take care of before the night was out.
When I got to the front desk the clerk handed me an envelope, I pocketed it and headed for the carpark.
Chapter 2
It was already two thirty when I got to the car and opened the envelope. The letter inside simple read.
‘Good work on the exile job. 15 million has been wired into the usual account.
Take a vacation. We’ll contact you when we have a contract that suits your skills.’
Maybe its time I told you a bit about myself, I’m a cleaner, I clean up the mess that’s made when a hit gets fucked up by rookies.
‘No time for a vacation’ I thought to my self. I already have a new job and I was going to need better guns if I intended to protect Nessa. And now I had $15 million to do buy them. I pulled out of the car lot and headed for the ‘Shop’, which has everything, a guy like me needs to get the job done.
I got to the shop at three in the morning and walked out at four with a bag full of guns and ammo plus other odds and ends that comes in handy. After I put the bag in the trunk I returned to the hotel and went up to my suite. I opened the bedroom door and Nessa was lying naked under a sheet, her breasts gently raising and falling with her gently breathing that come with sleep. I closed the door and sat down on the armchair in the corner of the room, fieldstripping and checking my new toys. Fortunately insomnia gives you a lot of free time and I used it. It was about eight o’clock the next night when Nessa came out of the room wearing the sheet she had slept under. It was clear that it had been a long time since she had slept without one eye open.
She sat down next to me while I was put the last gun back together then she went through the bag of toys and pulled out a Desert Eagle. “You can have that one if you think you can handle it” I told her.
“Trust me, I can handle this little beauty” she replied.
“There’s another bag next to the bathroom, I thought you might like to put on some more casual clothes,” I said nodding my head towards the bag. She pick at the meal I had ordered for her half an hour ago.
I lit up another cigar as she walked over to the bathroom, when she was at the doorway she let the sheet fall to the ground looking back over her shoulder. Revealing her gorgeous naked figure, she went into the bathroom and closed the door. She came out awhile later, her hair still wet and a towel wrapped around her body. She walked over and stood in front of me, when I looked up she let the towel drop to the floor giving my an unbroken view of her perfectly shaped body. She bend down to kiss me, I didn’t refuse and I let her lips touch mine, flooding me in feeling that I hadn’t felt in a long time. After she broke away she put both legs over mine and sat down on top of me, I kissed her neck and used a hand to play with her firm breast, but she wanted something else. Reaching down she unzipped my fly and pulled me out then gently lowering herself onto me. She lets out a slight moan as I enter her then she slowly began to move up and down on me getting faster, her soft wet lips sliding around me. She picked up the pace, moving her hips and grinding against me until she screamed out an orgasm and arched her back at the same time I came inside her, she collapsed against my chest, her breathing erratic and rapid, mine the same. She wrapped her arms around me and I followed suit, pulling her closer to me, letting her body warmth engulf me.
We sat like that for a while until she got up and put on some clothes I had picked out for her, going for the black slacks and black blouse. She grabbed her Colt Backup and put it in her pocket and slid the Desert Eagle into a shoulder holster. To top off the ‘Dressed to kill’ outfit, she put on an ankle length leather jacket.
Knock, knock.
“Room service!” says a female voice on the other side of the door.
I pulled out my gun and stood up, just as the first bullet hole rips a hole through the door followed closely by several more. ‘She must have an automatic’ I thought to my self as I Nessa dived for cover and I did the same. The door flu open and the women rushes in with her MP5 raised. In a second I stand up and let loose a shot with collects her in the shoulder and spins her to the floor. I walk over, my gun pointed at her head the whole time. When I reach her I kick her gun away, but I didn’t need to, her eyes are blank from the death pill she must have bitten on when I shot her. “We have to go, Now!” I tell Nessa, but she’s already grabbing the bag, when she passes me in the hallway I grab the bag from her and sling it over my shoulder with my gun in my other hand.
We get to the elevator and the doors open. I drop to the floor so does Nessa just as the bullets from the two man inside fly over our heads into the wall. We fire at the same time, both bullets hitting the men between the eyes. I pull the bodies out and get in pushing the button for the carpark. When the doors open again I scan the cars looking for something better then my rental that probably already had a bomb placed on it. Nessa finds one first and dashes over to a modified ‘O5 Mustang that a guy had just parked, she knocks him down and takes the keys jumping in the drivers seat. Then pops the trunk and opens the passenger door, I throw my bag in the trunk and close the lid just as she backs the car out so I can climb into the passenger seat. Nessa hits the gas and we fly out onto the street missing a car by a hair and then straight onto the freeway. The car we almost hit follows close behind; it’s a jet-black BMW.
first off sorry for the long absence, life tends to be a rollercoaster these days but on a better note. anywho, tonight im clearing an old computer and found a story someone wrote and sent to me from ages ago. Unfortunately i cant remember who sent it! was it you or someone you know?
take a gander and see. it is someone i knew so im thinking from either of the following places where i met them : okami/kumari, fallen secrets, haunted mirrors, sunset dreaming and goodness knows where else. so yeah read it, if you recognise who wrote it let me know! im keen to see if they continued this tooChapter 1
The story of how I ended up in this iron clad cell that so perfectly reflects my heart is a long one, if I may use such an understatement. It started after a weeklong contract I’d been given.
I was sitting at the bar drowning the last week’s demons out with scotch and ten year old cigars, through the smoke that surrounded me from my Cuban I could see the more lively bi-polers on the dance floor, gently moving to the music who's beat and pace they had become numb too. My eyes drifted slowly towards the stairs; through the haze of a now finished cigar I could see her hourglass figure in a dress that was two sizes too small and clinged to all the right curves.
See saw me taking my glimpse and slowly drifted over to the seat next to me as I turned away then she sat down, but not before brushing against my shoulder. I knew what she wanted from me and I had no intention of stopping her if she acted on it.
'Might as well pay for her drink' I thought to myself.
I waved my hand and tilted my head at the bartender as the lady in black ordered her drink, he knew what I meant and put a strike on a piece of paper next to the till that read 'tab' before getting the lady's drink. She went to pay but the bartender got his turn to wave then the bastard moved his eyes to look at me for a split second and back to the girl.
'Idiot, she already knows why she doesn’t have to pay.'
She shifts on her stool so she's closer to me and says "Thanks for the drink, I'll repay by telling you my name. I'm Nessa"
That’s when my life climb aboard a roller coaster.
I asked her what she was doing in a place like this? Only those that want to be lost come here she told me. Fair enough answer I thought, after all, that’s the reason I was in the club. After a few drinks and a bit more small talk mostly from her, she asked if I wanted to get out of there and go somewhere a bit more private. In my alcohol clouded mind, I was thinking with my dick and agreed.
We left the club and headed for my car, a rental Volvo I got 3 days ago. She climbed in sideways, real lady like, but something told me she hated not being in front of the wheel and especially getting in that way. As if her norm was to jump in and go in a second. I pulled out of the car park and got onto the freeway, it was a short trip to my hotel room uptown but the trip turned to a long detour when I noticed the jet-black BMW three cars back, it been following me since I left the club. I knew that the contract had been too clean for the car to be after me, maybe it was just a guy heading home after a night out but I decided to play it safe and got off the freeway 4km from my exit. Not surprisingly the BMW followed, if it wasn’t after me then why was it following me?
After driving 40 km going around random corners I knew it was after the girl next to me. ‘I’ll never be able to outrun him in this piece of shit’ I thought to myself, ‘I’ll go for plan B’.
“There’s a car following us, I don’t know what you’ve done and I don’t care, just hold on and I’ll try to lose him,” I said to Nessa. She didn’t protest.
I hit the gas and flu around the left set of lights at the next intersection at 100km, then hit the brake and turned the wheel hard to the right sending the car sideways in a second I pulled my Glock form its shoulder holster and had it out the window just as the BMW came around the corner ‘Not much time, I’ll only get one shot’ I said to myself as I flicked the fire-control with my thumb ‘Take your time, aim your shot, squeeze the trigger’ before I consciously thought of pulling the trigger 3 rounds where already making there way to the beamers front tire.
Bang
His tire pops and he loses control, sliding into the light pole, he had no chance when he hit. He must have been doing 130km and over because the car just split in half. I holstered my gun and pulled myself out of the drift and back into a straight line heading for the freeway. I felt Nessa tense up as if she wanted to say something but didn’t have the word’s put in order yet. I spoke up first.
“You don’t have to say anything, like I said, I don’t know and I don’t care”
“Thank you” was her only reply.
I turned the car off in the parking lot and got out, Nessa followed me to the doors of the hotel. When we entered the clerk at the desk smiled and was about to say something but I waved my hand to stop him short, I already knew what he was going to say. It was a short ride up the lift to my floor, and a long walk to the end the hall where my room was. I opened the door and took of my jacket, throwing it onto the chair.
“Want a drink?” I asked, to which I received a nod from Nessa who was staring at the holster under my shoulder. When I handed her the glass of scotch she pushed the split of her dress to the side to reveal her garter, putting her hand in-between her thighs she pulled out a Colt Backup, then placed it on the coffee table in front of her ‘Who is this women dressed in black?’ I found myself asking.
I sat down across the table from her and after a long silence she started talking; she said she was running from ‘The Company’ whose products included assassination and espionage, her former employers. She told me everything, the contacts she’d taken, why she left, everything. When it was over and two Cubans had been ashed she relaxed in the chair as if the whole weight of the world had disappeared from her shoulders. I don’t know why she decided to tell me her past but when she relaxed I knew that it was up to me to keep her alive. I told her to get some sleep, she got up and headed for the bedroom and closed the door. I had another scotch and a cigar, checked my gun and toped off the ammo clip. When that was done I got up grabbed my jacket and headed out the door, there was business I had to take care of before the night was out.
When I got to the front desk the clerk handed me an envelope, I pocketed it and headed for the carpark.
Chapter 2
It was already two thirty when I got to the car and opened the envelope. The letter inside simple read.
‘Good work on the exile job. 15 million has been wired into the usual account.
Take a vacation. We’ll contact you when we have a contract that suits your skills.’
Maybe its time I told you a bit about myself, I’m a cleaner, I clean up the mess that’s made when a hit gets fucked up by rookies.
‘No time for a vacation’ I thought to my self. I already have a new job and I was going to need better guns if I intended to protect Nessa. And now I had $15 million to do buy them. I pulled out of the car lot and headed for the ‘Shop’, which has everything, a guy like me needs to get the job done.
I got to the shop at three in the morning and walked out at four with a bag full of guns and ammo plus other odds and ends that comes in handy. After I put the bag in the trunk I returned to the hotel and went up to my suite. I opened the bedroom door and Nessa was lying naked under a sheet, her breasts gently raising and falling with her gently breathing that come with sleep. I closed the door and sat down on the armchair in the corner of the room, fieldstripping and checking my new toys. Fortunately insomnia gives you a lot of free time and I used it. It was about eight o’clock the next night when Nessa came out of the room wearing the sheet she had slept under. It was clear that it had been a long time since she had slept without one eye open.
She sat down next to me while I was put the last gun back together then she went through the bag of toys and pulled out a Desert Eagle. “You can have that one if you think you can handle it” I told her.
“Trust me, I can handle this little beauty” she replied.
“There’s another bag next to the bathroom, I thought you might like to put on some more casual clothes,” I said nodding my head towards the bag. She pick at the meal I had ordered for her half an hour ago.
I lit up another cigar as she walked over to the bathroom, when she was at the doorway she let the sheet fall to the ground looking back over her shoulder. Revealing her gorgeous naked figure, she went into the bathroom and closed the door. She came out awhile later, her hair still wet and a towel wrapped around her body. She walked over and stood in front of me, when I looked up she let the towel drop to the floor giving my an unbroken view of her perfectly shaped body. She bend down to kiss me, I didn’t refuse and I let her lips touch mine, flooding me in feeling that I hadn’t felt in a long time. After she broke away she put both legs over mine and sat down on top of me, I kissed her neck and used a hand to play with her firm breast, but she wanted something else. Reaching down she unzipped my fly and pulled me out then gently lowering herself onto me. She lets out a slight moan as I enter her then she slowly began to move up and down on me getting faster, her soft wet lips sliding around me. She picked up the pace, moving her hips and grinding against me until she screamed out an orgasm and arched her back at the same time I came inside her, she collapsed against my chest, her breathing erratic and rapid, mine the same. She wrapped her arms around me and I followed suit, pulling her closer to me, letting her body warmth engulf me.
We sat like that for a while until she got up and put on some clothes I had picked out for her, going for the black slacks and black blouse. She grabbed her Colt Backup and put it in her pocket and slid the Desert Eagle into a shoulder holster. To top off the ‘Dressed to kill’ outfit, she put on an ankle length leather jacket.
Knock, knock.
“Room service!” says a female voice on the other side of the door.
I pulled out my gun and stood up, just as the first bullet hole rips a hole through the door followed closely by several more. ‘She must have an automatic’ I thought to my self as I Nessa dived for cover and I did the same. The door flu open and the women rushes in with her MP5 raised. In a second I stand up and let loose a shot with collects her in the shoulder and spins her to the floor. I walk over, my gun pointed at her head the whole time. When I reach her I kick her gun away, but I didn’t need to, her eyes are blank from the death pill she must have bitten on when I shot her. “We have to go, Now!” I tell Nessa, but she’s already grabbing the bag, when she passes me in the hallway I grab the bag from her and sling it over my shoulder with my gun in my other hand.
We get to the elevator and the doors open. I drop to the floor so does Nessa just as the bullets from the two man inside fly over our heads into the wall. We fire at the same time, both bullets hitting the men between the eyes. I pull the bodies out and get in pushing the button for the carpark. When the doors open again I scan the cars looking for something better then my rental that probably already had a bomb placed on it. Nessa finds one first and dashes over to a modified ‘O5 Mustang that a guy had just parked, she knocks him down and takes the keys jumping in the drivers seat. Then pops the trunk and opens the passenger door, I throw my bag in the trunk and close the lid just as she backs the car out so I can climb into the passenger seat. Nessa hits the gas and we fly out onto the street missing a car by a hair and then straight onto the freeway. The car we almost hit follows close behind; it’s a jet-black BMW.
I am so happy to see that