UMMM... story titled 'dunno' as for now XD
EDIT: Rewritten and finished version of prologue is up now~
Title: 'dunno' (Yeah, I the title's often the last thing I make up...) (Prologue/?)
Author: kiriga
Notes: Actually, I don't even know if this is a prologue. I guess it is... or something :S
French:
Mon vieil ami - my old friend
Vous voyez - you see
Adieu - farewell
Merci - thank you
August 18th 2008 11:38 PM
The man gasped and struggled for breath, hands clawing at his own, which in response squeezed just a little tighter around the man’s throat as warning. His laugh was low and dry, echoing in the otherwise silent alleyway, and his captive stopped struggling. He wasn’t about to strangle the other to death, just made it hard for him to breathe. Much harder.
“Didn’t I say so before? Wherever you go, I’ll find you and hunt you down. Just like I’ve done before. But this time, you weren’t even smart enough to try and hide from me at all. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you? Or did you perhaps believe you were safe among those political… ‘friends’, you call them? I call them bastards, swines, bloodsucking parasites, the lowest scum on earth!” Nicolas paused and chuckled darkly again, the thick French accent that had appeared when he got upset disappearing again. “Of course, it’s more than often those cocksuckers who hire my services.”
“Doesn’t that make you a big fucking hypocrite then, eh, Macaire?” the man in his grip rasped with a voice trying to sound indifferent. Nicolas raised an eyebrow and a grin spread out over his features, showing teeth in a wolfish way, like he’d tear the other’s throat any moment. Once again his fingers tightened and the helpless man made a small noise in the back of his throat, his hands flying up to grab Nicolas’.
“Have I not told you never to say that name in my presence again, Francis? As I remember it, I promised you that the next time you said it you would be dead in the aftermath of the consequences. And do I not always keep my promises? Which means, mon vieil ami, that there now isn’t more than a few minutes until you once and for all will lie dead at my feet. Is there perhaps something you want to say, to try and talk your way out? If, of course, you have enough air to spare. You’re having a little trouble breathing,” he added helpfully, his grin turning into a friendly smile. He got a sneer in return.
“You have always been a pretentious dick, Macaire. If you want to kill me so badly, why didn’t you do it when you had those chances before?” Nicolas changed his grip to a one-handed and started drumming a rhythm on his leg with the free hand. Francis didn’t move to try and escape.
“And I have always thought you were a creep. Not that there’s ever been anything or anyone trying to prove the opposite.” Nicolas pretended to be thoughtful and tilted his head. “Why, you ask. Probably because somewhere, deep, deep down inside of me, I hoped that if I didn’t kill you just yet, you might actually do something not according to my expectations; maybe you could’ve grown into a more challenging opponent, or maybe you’d realize what a creep you’ve been and try to change, or something else I wouldn’t expect?” He shook his head and sighed deeply.
“Just some foolish hopes I had, I guess. Well, don’t worry about them. I’ve finally crushed them all, vous voyez, and now there’s nothing stopping me. Boss said you must die, and for real this time. And you’ve pissed me off now, so you’ll just have to die nice and quietly. Adieu, Francis.”
Nicolas got the satisfaction of watching fear and panic finally creep into his prey’s eyes, and with a twist of the wrist he suddenly held a small knife in his free hand. Then, with a smooth movement, he cut open his old friend’s throat, and took a step back, watching him die.
It took a few minutes until the body was completely still, but to be sure Nicolas pulled out a pistol with suppressor and fired off a shot. Thanks to the suppressor there was only a low sound, but even if it hadn’t stopped the sound, no one would’ve noticed anything. Not in the part of the town they were in, and not that late at the night. The citizens were used to gangsters firing at one another and no one cared any longer. Nicolas hadn’t seen more than a single person ever since he got there, and that person had hurried away the other way from where Nicolas where going. Of course, you could never know what happened or who watched, so he had been careful to always stay in the shadows and hide his face. He had worn gloves during the whole ordeal with Francis, so there wouldn’t be any traces when the police found the body. If they found it, which they probably wouldn’t. The organisation always sent some disposers after the agents if they could, to take care of the scene afterwards, no matter the result.
But for the moment he was alone.
Or at least as alone as he could be, Nicolas thought when he heard someone walking towards him. In the organisation he was the only person who could identify a person solely by hearing them walk, and so he was still relaxed when the other stopped.
“When did you get here?” he asked, and heard a short, embarrassed laugher. He imagined the other person scratch his cheek, probably the left, as he always did when he got caught doing something he shouldn’t do, more than often by Nicolas.
“Heh, you knew I was there? Aah, that’s just like you. Nice cut, by the way.”
Nicolas sighed exasperated and turned around to smile at his new companion, but the look in his eyes were promising an immediate death if he didn’t get an answer soon. “I asked, when did you get here, Nathan? And I want an answer now.”
“Jeez, take it easy. I heard you insult each other, and then you slit his throat, that’s all. I had better things to do than to eavesdrop on your little conversation. Besides, I don’t have super hearing like you; I barely heard those few words I heard.” Nicolas’ murdering glare turned into a stern stare, and it was Nathan’s turn to sigh. “Thought you’d want to know about Boss’ new orders. We’re to head back to headquarters and meet the others there. He’s gathered everyone, so I guess it’s going to be something big. So c’mon and let the disposers take care of the corpse.”
Nicolas stared few moments at Nathan, his so called partner in the organisation; a guy who was shorter than average, blond haired with a few streaks of darker colour after the latest time he had gone to the hair dresser, and to which he had dragged Nicolas at the same time. His eyes were, as Nathan had bragged about women saying, light chocolate brown but with a touch of green in them which could drag one’s own eyes to them with the intention of never letting go. Nicolas had never experienced that particular pull, and so he said it was something Nathan had made up, together with the women he sometimes talked about. He weren’t what most would have called handsome, but he were in no way bad looking; he was that guy he took a look at and if you were free, might’ve started talking to, but who you would’ve forgot soon after leaving the place. He had some freckles, but ignored them. Most of the time he acted as if he was some cool, mysterious person, but Nicolas and the other agents in the organisation were in agreement that he was just a dork trying to repress his inner dork, even the newbie had after his first month discovered that. The most impressing about him was his information network; he could find out things even their Boss couldn’t get his hands on.
Nathan smirked. “Are you going to stare at me for much longer? Or are we going to head back now, Nick?”
Nicolas frowned but then gave him a superior smile, in pretence of being kind. “Is that the way you’re supposed to call your superior agent? Ah,” he interrupted Nathan’s annoyed response, “but since you are my junior partner, I guess it is okay. After all, one must help those less experienced. And aren’t you, except for the newb- I mean, agent Moretti, the least experienced agent? But don’t let it bother you; remember that the other agents will have your back, in case you screw up.”
He stretched his neck and offered a friendly smile to his partner, who stood still in anger and directed a poorly-hidden glare at him. “Shall we go then? Can’t let them wait for us too long.”
Nathan muttered some curses to which Nicolas responded with ‘merci’ and an ironical bow, and then they walked off together, leaving the corpse behind them, soon to have disappeared.
Title: 'dunno' (Yeah, I the title's often the last thing I make up...) (Prologue/?)
Author: kiriga
Notes: Actually, I don't even know if this is a prologue. I guess it is... or something :S
French:
Mon vieil ami - my old friend
Vous voyez - you see
Adieu - farewell
Merci - thank you
August 18th 2008 11:38 PM
The man gasped and struggled for breath, hands clawing at his own, which in response squeezed just a little tighter around the man’s throat as warning. His laugh was low and dry, echoing in the otherwise silent alleyway, and his captive stopped struggling. He wasn’t about to strangle the other to death, just made it hard for him to breathe. Much harder.
“Didn’t I say so before? Wherever you go, I’ll find you and hunt you down. Just like I’ve done before. But this time, you weren’t even smart enough to try and hide from me at all. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you? Or did you perhaps believe you were safe among those political… ‘friends’, you call them? I call them bastards, swines, bloodsucking parasites, the lowest scum on earth!” Nicolas paused and chuckled darkly again, the thick French accent that had appeared when he got upset disappearing again. “Of course, it’s more than often those cocksuckers who hire my services.”
“Doesn’t that make you a big fucking hypocrite then, eh, Macaire?” the man in his grip rasped with a voice trying to sound indifferent. Nicolas raised an eyebrow and a grin spread out over his features, showing teeth in a wolfish way, like he’d tear the other’s throat any moment. Once again his fingers tightened and the helpless man made a small noise in the back of his throat, his hands flying up to grab Nicolas’.
“Have I not told you never to say that name in my presence again, Francis? As I remember it, I promised you that the next time you said it you would be dead in the aftermath of the consequences. And do I not always keep my promises? Which means, mon vieil ami, that there now isn’t more than a few minutes until you once and for all will lie dead at my feet. Is there perhaps something you want to say, to try and talk your way out? If, of course, you have enough air to spare. You’re having a little trouble breathing,” he added helpfully, his grin turning into a friendly smile. He got a sneer in return.
“You have always been a pretentious dick, Macaire. If you want to kill me so badly, why didn’t you do it when you had those chances before?” Nicolas changed his grip to a one-handed and started drumming a rhythm on his leg with the free hand. Francis didn’t move to try and escape.
“And I have always thought you were a creep. Not that there’s ever been anything or anyone trying to prove the opposite.” Nicolas pretended to be thoughtful and tilted his head. “Why, you ask. Probably because somewhere, deep, deep down inside of me, I hoped that if I didn’t kill you just yet, you might actually do something not according to my expectations; maybe you could’ve grown into a more challenging opponent, or maybe you’d realize what a creep you’ve been and try to change, or something else I wouldn’t expect?” He shook his head and sighed deeply.
“Just some foolish hopes I had, I guess. Well, don’t worry about them. I’ve finally crushed them all, vous voyez, and now there’s nothing stopping me. Boss said you must die, and for real this time. And you’ve pissed me off now, so you’ll just have to die nice and quietly. Adieu, Francis.”
Nicolas got the satisfaction of watching fear and panic finally creep into his prey’s eyes, and with a twist of the wrist he suddenly held a small knife in his free hand. Then, with a smooth movement, he cut open his old friend’s throat, and took a step back, watching him die.
It took a few minutes until the body was completely still, but to be sure Nicolas pulled out a pistol with suppressor and fired off a shot. Thanks to the suppressor there was only a low sound, but even if it hadn’t stopped the sound, no one would’ve noticed anything. Not in the part of the town they were in, and not that late at the night. The citizens were used to gangsters firing at one another and no one cared any longer. Nicolas hadn’t seen more than a single person ever since he got there, and that person had hurried away the other way from where Nicolas where going. Of course, you could never know what happened or who watched, so he had been careful to always stay in the shadows and hide his face. He had worn gloves during the whole ordeal with Francis, so there wouldn’t be any traces when the police found the body. If they found it, which they probably wouldn’t. The organisation always sent some disposers after the agents if they could, to take care of the scene afterwards, no matter the result.
But for the moment he was alone.
Or at least as alone as he could be, Nicolas thought when he heard someone walking towards him. In the organisation he was the only person who could identify a person solely by hearing them walk, and so he was still relaxed when the other stopped.
“When did you get here?” he asked, and heard a short, embarrassed laugher. He imagined the other person scratch his cheek, probably the left, as he always did when he got caught doing something he shouldn’t do, more than often by Nicolas.
“Heh, you knew I was there? Aah, that’s just like you. Nice cut, by the way.”
Nicolas sighed exasperated and turned around to smile at his new companion, but the look in his eyes were promising an immediate death if he didn’t get an answer soon. “I asked, when did you get here, Nathan? And I want an answer now.”
“Jeez, take it easy. I heard you insult each other, and then you slit his throat, that’s all. I had better things to do than to eavesdrop on your little conversation. Besides, I don’t have super hearing like you; I barely heard those few words I heard.” Nicolas’ murdering glare turned into a stern stare, and it was Nathan’s turn to sigh. “Thought you’d want to know about Boss’ new orders. We’re to head back to headquarters and meet the others there. He’s gathered everyone, so I guess it’s going to be something big. So c’mon and let the disposers take care of the corpse.”
Nicolas stared few moments at Nathan, his so called partner in the organisation; a guy who was shorter than average, blond haired with a few streaks of darker colour after the latest time he had gone to the hair dresser, and to which he had dragged Nicolas at the same time. His eyes were, as Nathan had bragged about women saying, light chocolate brown but with a touch of green in them which could drag one’s own eyes to them with the intention of never letting go. Nicolas had never experienced that particular pull, and so he said it was something Nathan had made up, together with the women he sometimes talked about. He weren’t what most would have called handsome, but he were in no way bad looking; he was that guy he took a look at and if you were free, might’ve started talking to, but who you would’ve forgot soon after leaving the place. He had some freckles, but ignored them. Most of the time he acted as if he was some cool, mysterious person, but Nicolas and the other agents in the organisation were in agreement that he was just a dork trying to repress his inner dork, even the newbie had after his first month discovered that. The most impressing about him was his information network; he could find out things even their Boss couldn’t get his hands on.
Nathan smirked. “Are you going to stare at me for much longer? Or are we going to head back now, Nick?”
Nicolas frowned but then gave him a superior smile, in pretence of being kind. “Is that the way you’re supposed to call your superior agent? Ah,” he interrupted Nathan’s annoyed response, “but since you are my junior partner, I guess it is okay. After all, one must help those less experienced. And aren’t you, except for the newb- I mean, agent Moretti, the least experienced agent? But don’t let it bother you; remember that the other agents will have your back, in case you screw up.”
He stretched his neck and offered a friendly smile to his partner, who stood still in anger and directed a poorly-hidden glare at him. “Shall we go then? Can’t let them wait for us too long.”
Nathan muttered some curses to which Nicolas responded with ‘merci’ and an ironical bow, and then they walked off together, leaving the corpse behind them, soon to have disappeared.