Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3058106-20150809142639

Note: Well, I guess this is technically part two of a series of unfortunate events. Fun stuff. Warning: Trash.

...~*~... Damian leaned against the wall of the dark alleyway. He held a cigarette against his lips and took a long drag, breathing out the smoke afterwards. He didn’t say or do much as he stood there waiting. Pulling out his phone from his pants pocket, Damian checked the time and saw that the client was almost ten minutes late. Having little to no patience, Damian put the cigarette out and tossed it into a little puddle in the alley. “Guess she’s just another no show,” he mumbled to himself as he began walking.

As he headed out of the alley, three people appeared and began walking towards him. Damian didn’t recognize any of the three as his client, so he continued walking until one of them – a tall, heavyset man – grabbed Damian’s shoulder and pulled him towards the three people. “Hey, what the fuck?” Damian said angrily.

“I’m afraid we have business to take care of,” the heavyset man roughly replied as he shoved Damian away, causing Damian to stumble backwards and almost lose his balance.

“Sorry, but I’m afraid we actually don’t,” Damian said, shrugging his shoulders. “I was just leaving.”

“That is great. Now you’re staying,” the smallest one in the center of the three said. Damian immediately recognized the voice as female and that the women had a strange accent.

“And why is that?” he asked in annoyance.

“Well, we have a message for someone close to you,” the woman answered. “I’d highly suggest that you pay attention and listen to our words.”

“And why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because,” she said, walking closer towards Damian. “I said so.” With a snap of her fingers, the other tall man who had not yet spoken quickly moved towards Damian. He moved behind Damian and moved an arm around Damian’s waist, pulling Damian against him. He pulled out a knife and held it against Damian’s throat.

“Remember me?” he whispered into Damian’s ear.

“Sadly, no. I don’t remember you because usually people don’t hold a knife against my neck,” Damian replied sarcastically.

“Damn, that hurts,” the man said. “That cuts deep.” He pressed slightly deeper into Damian’s neck.

“Not as much as this knife, I’m sure,” Damian mumbled.

“So you don’t remember at all, then?” he asked again, moving his hand around Damian’s waist down to the edge of his pants.

“What the fuck man?” Damian said angrily, as his mind abruptly recalled a number of weeks ago when he and this man holding a knife had met. “Yes, I fucking remember you now.”

“Why’d you never return my texts?”

“Is this what this is about? Is this about me being a jackass?” Damian said, looking towards the woman and the heavyset man standing next to her.

The woman groaned loudly and shot a glare towards the man behind Damian. “No, it is not,” she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “If this idiot can stop flirting, then maybe we can move along.” The man behind Damian moved his hand back up and said nothing more. “As I said,” the woman continued. “We have a message for you to deliver.”

Damian stood there, feeling the knife slowly biting into his neck and leaving a little line where blood was rising. “Go for it,” he said, trying to look down towards the woman.

“Now, we all know exactly what it is you do for a job,” she said, walking closer towards Damian. “I have become fascinated by your employer’s work. He is doing such a genius job in the business, but I’m afraid I cannot have that.”

“Okay, so why don’t you just bring this up with him?”

“Oh, I have,” she answered. “Only, he ignored my warnings and thoughts. He must believe that I am weak. That I am not to be taken seriously.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you seem really damn scary to me,” Damian said.

The woman rolled her eyes. “I am not someone to be taken lightly,” she continued, ignoring Damian’s comment. “I have become rather offended by him and have decided to take matters into my own hands. If he isn’t going to do as I say, then I’ll make him.”

“How?”

“You see, Mr. Mendez,” she said, walking away from him and back towards the other man. He handed her a pair of gloves and she slowly began to slip them on as she continued speaking. “I always ask nicely for people to do as I say. When they do not, I make sure to leave them rather kind, sweet messages. Ones that will in the end allow me to get my way.”

Damian’s eyes stayed focused on her as she slowly moved and slipped on the gloves. As she slowly turned around with her head facing down, Damian felt a strange feeling in his gut, as if something terrible were to happen to him. “I… I… Okay. You can just, you know, leave me the message now. I will gladly deliver it to… my employer,” he said nervously, gulping afterwards.

“I want to let him know that because he has ignored me, something bad will happen to someone he cares about,” she said, moving closer towards him.

“If that someone is me, then you’ve really made the wrong choice. I’m no one important to him,” Damian said quickly, hoping for this to be over with soon.

She chuckled to herself and shook her head no. “Oh, no, Mr. Mendez,” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “That someone is most certainly not you.”

Damian tried not to breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Tell Mr. Nick Watson that we have someone important in his life. If he does not comply to what I want, then this person, well,” she paused, laughing slightly to herself. “They’ll be dead.”

“Who is it?” Damian asked abruptly as his mind raced through a list of people Nick actually cared about. The only ones he could think of were Marcus and Shandee. As much as he hated Shandee, he still didn’t want her to actually die or be hurt. As for Marcus, Damian hoped and hoped to himself that it wasn’t Marcus. Marcus could have defended himself from being captured or hurt. If it was Marcus, Damian was ready to fight all three of these people, even if it meant him being beaten or killed in the end. He couldn’t allow his best friend to be harmed in any way.

“Remember that girl you told me about?” the man with the knife taunted. “The one your friend is dating?”

“Benji!” the woman snarled. “Do you not recall me telling you to shut up?” Her face turned darker with anger as she glared towards the man. “You have made one final mistake. After this, you’re done,” she stated in a quieter, rougher tone.

Damian could feel Benji become frozen in fear. In the back of his mind, Damian began to from ideas of escape from this mess.

“As I was saying,” the woman continued angrily. She walked towards Benji and grabbed the knife from his hands. Her eyes focused on the blood on Damian’s neck and she motioned for the other man to come towards her. “Since someone,” she glared towards Benji, “already ruined everything. You may tell Mr. Nick Watson that a Miss Dia Sanchez is currently in our care. Yes, we know she is not involved with him but rather his brother Marcus. We would like to thank you for that information, Mr. Mendez,” she said, giving a brief nod towards Benji who was still frozen in silence and fear. As she had been speaking, the other man had taken the knife and cleaned it with a white rag. He shoved the rag into his pocket along with the knife, which Damian watched carefully.

“I didn’t give you any information about anything,” Damian said.

“You did to him,” she said. “You were very, ah, high, I believe they say. You must not remember.”

Damian shook his head, feeling sick to his stomach as she continued speaking.

“Also, please tell Mr. Nick Watson that he knows what to do. Hopefully his brother will help influence his decision on the matter.” She paused, rethinking everything she had said so far. “Make sure to say that this message is from Rita Han. He’ll know how to get in touch.”

She turned away from Damian and began to walk away with the heavyset man. With a wave of her hand, Damian felt Benji’s body no longer be so stiff and he could feel the muscles begin to move. Before Benji could even make a quick movement, Damian spinned around and landed a punch against his face. Benji stumbled backwards as Damian moved towards him again and punched under his jaw and kicked his legs, causing Benji to fall against the hard pavement.

Quickly turning around, Damian saw the heavyset man begin to run towards him. Damian readied himself as the man moved his fist up for a punch. Damian ducked just in time and grabbed onto the man’s jacket, pulling it just enough for Damian to reach the knife in the jacket’s pocket. The man fell into the pavement and Damian held the knife in his hands, slightly uncertain of what to do next.

Rita had not turned around but rather continued walking. Damian slowly moved towards her, hoping that maybe she would simply ignore him and let him get away from this. As he stood next to her, he saw that she was not even moving her head to look at him. He took larger steps and was in front of her. He was about to break into a run when he felt hands grasp onto his shirt and pull him backwards. He gasped as he felt himself be spun around with Rita looking up towards him. She shoved him against the brick wall, with his head bouncing off the bricks and a terrible ache rising in his head. She punched him across the face. She roughly shoved him down, causing him to hit the pavement hard. He moaned in pain and looked up towards Rita who had a ferocious and terrifying look in her eyes.

Rita leaned down and grabbed the knife out of his hands. She looked at it and continued holding onto it. She glanced back to where the two men were slowly starting to stand. As she did this, Damian moved to get a hold on one of her legs and pull her down onto the ground, but before he could, she kicked his shoulder which stopped him from moving as he cried out in pain. She landed another kick into his chest and he gasped for air. She kicked him again, this time against his ribs. Rita stepped down his hand grasping against the broken pavement. Damian cried out in pain yet again as he heard the cracking of his fingers. Rita leaned down to where she could look into Damian’s eyes. “Remember,” she whispered, running a hand along his bruised face. “Do not forget to deliver my message.” She began to stand up, but stopped. “Also, do not forget to be so idiotic. Did you expect to get away from here unharmed after you hurt two of my men? Sadly, you were very mistaken.” She pulled her arm back and made a fist with her hand. With not nearly as much force as she could use, she landed another punch against Damian’s face, leaving yet another bruise

Rita stood up, glancing back towards her two men. She tossed the heavyset man the knife, and he caught it. “You know what to do with that one,” she said, motioning towards Benji who had grown cold with fear yet again. Damian could see that his face had lost any color it ever had and was pale with fear. Benji glanced between Rita and the other man, and broke into a run. The two simply stood there and watched him as he ran. “Go,” she said, motioning towards the heavyset man. “I will be fine.” The man nodded and took off after Benji, although he seemed to not nearly be running as fast.

Rita looked back towards Damian. “I forgot one thing,” she said, walking towards him again. She slipped her hand into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. She flipped through it and took all of the money inside. She searched his body again and found the drugs he had been carrying on him for the deal he had wished actually happened. “This,” Rita said, holding up the money. “Is only one of the many small payments Mr. Nick Watson will be paying me in the future. This money, it comes from drugs, no?” Damian tried to nod his head, but could barely move his neck. “I thought so,” she said, shoving the money down her shirt and into her bra. “And these drugs? Also mine now.” She stood up and shoved the small plastic bag down her pants. “Thank you for this lovely meeting, Mr. Mendez,” she said. “It was truly a pleasure to meet you.”

Damian spat at her feet. She looked down at her shoes and only shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I do deserve that. This was going to happen no matter what though, Mr. Mendez. Even if you had not initiated the fight.”

Rita leaned down again and pulled Damian’s phone out of his pocket. She pulled up a list of his contacts and scrolled through. She landed at Marcus’s name and handed Damian the phone. “You may need to call for help or something,” she told him. She stood up once more and began to walk away. Damian watched her leave as the pain in his body began to worsen. He looked up towards the sky above him and groaned. Slowly he began to try and stand, but as he did, he fell back down against the hard pavement.

After nearly one hour of lying on the ground, Damian found enough energy to move from the spot. Not a single soul had appeared in the alleyway the entire time he had been there. Damian knew that if he had been killed, he could have been there for hours before anyone even noticed. Damian stood and placed his hand against his neck, feeling the dried blood there. He moaned and slowly began to try and walk towards his hotel room. It wasn’t too far from here and he knew he could make it.

He glanced down at his phone and dialed Marcus’s number. “Marcus,” he moaned in agony into the phone. “Please meet me at the motel. There is something important I need to tell you.” He could hear Marcus’s worried voice asking if something was wrong and why he sounded so pained, but Damian hung up the phone before he could fully listen to everything Marcus said.

After nearly fifteen minutes of agonized walking, Damian made it to the strip of rooms at the motel. He fumbled with his key to open the door and stumbled into the room. He collapsed into the floor as the door behind him slammed shut. 