Elliot
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Crap!!!
"What do i do?, what do i do?, what do i do?" I mumbled shakingly under my breath.
Okay recap...
Aaron and i were waiting outside club9 when suddenly a gunshot sounded off, being the brainless idiot that i am, ran into the club without an actual plan or fucking clue were i was going.
Having the mindset set to protect Lola i got my stupid ass self lost, and guess what?, everyone was alright including Lola and as usual, my help wasn't needed.
And now i have a gun pointed at me.
Now...
The good thing was that i had managed to change the postion i was in and was now facing the shooter okay maybe that wasn't a good thing but hey, it was a start.
My fingers inched toward the 'silencer' in the back of my pants but i had to be smart about this, i couldn't make rushed decisions.
There wasn't signal in were was so i couldn't use the ear-com to tell Logan to come get me, so as of right now, i was on my own, fucking wonderful.
"Well, what do we have here?" The shooter asked mockingly.
That voice
"Black do you think this is necessary?" A female voice asked in a worried tone
"I'm just having fun White, don't fret"
White seriously?, could have done better.
But those voices, i knew them, i knew who those voices belong to, bu....but it can't be possible, right?.
And Black? that was the name of the famous drug dealer in the whole underground business and club9.
Lola sometimes made deals with him, his people were called the Masked being one of the most feared power holders club9 had.
Black was a cold killer having no care in the world, he wasn't scared of getting his hands dirty.
He had men everywhere, literally, he could do anything to get what he wanted and nobody had a say in it.
I seriously won't be too surprised if he was the one who had made that gun shot. Having him on your side was like having the ultimate win card, in a deadly game of cards, but it can't be, it just can't, what was the connection? between them, nah it's not adding up.
"Now how should i end you?" Black asked his voice holding a hint of amusement.
Nothing about this situation was funny to me
"Besides you aren't even meant to be here" he stated
Obviously
From a near by window, i could see the night clouds clear giving way for the moon's light to shine, lighting up the darkened club.
The first thing that i noticed were cold electric blue eyes, eyes that i knew well.
I should have known,'Black' kinda gave him away
Cyrus had a gun pointed in my direction a bored look on his face. His snow white platinum blond hair was pulled behind his head in a messy bun.
He had on a black v neck t-shirt hidden inside a matching black button up jacket with black pants, one hand tucked inside his pocket the other holding the gun.
He smirked at me and i suddenly felt self consious.
"I could kill you here and no one will know" he paused as if thinking.
My heart beat picked up and i felt sweat slid down my back.
My fingers froze and i couldn't even move them to the gun in the back of my pant.
What terrified me all the more was how calm he looked, his face giving nothing away. Through out my short life helping Lola run the Mafia business, i had promised myself i'd never cross paths with Black and his crew but here i am, doing just that.
I'm really starting to hate my life
"Or" he started his dead blue eyes having a dangerous glint in it, sending millions of shiver down my spine.
"I could kill you here then send your dead body to Lola, she'd never know it was me" his voice was cool, silk and cold matching the eerie quiteness of the club.
He wasn't being serious was he?, i thought him and Lola were childhood bestfriends, now he wants to kill her little brother, what the fuck is wrong with his head.
"Yo...You're..... uh jok....ing right?" I shuttered, i hated the way my voice came out weak but i couldn't help it.
"Scared?" He asked smiling
I could hear my own heart beat it was so lound i'm sure Cyrus could hear it from where he stood.
"Do i look like someone who tell jokes?" He asked tilting his head to the side.
Honestly no
I ranked my brain for something, anything that could possibly help me but i kept ending up with nothing.
"Any last words, not that i cared about what you say"
Ouch #1
I watched him pull the lever back, aim at my chest, ready to pull the trigger.
Think! Goddamn it.
"Wa...Wait" i called out he paused
"I don't think Lola would like that" i started, i know what i was doing was cowardly but it was the only option my brain could think off.
"Sh....S....She'd hate you once she discovers you killed her twin brother" i said.
"Do i look like i actually give a fuck?, no seriously" he mused uncaringly then his expression changed.
"And using your sister as an excuse to get away from death.....that's a shame"
"I use what i have if it were you, you'd do the same" i stated harshly, glaring at him but i couldn't shake off the guilty feeling in my gut.
"No, i'll make use of the gun tucked inside the back of your pants"
How.....
"It's sad really, how low you can get" he had a sardonic look, a taunting smirk dancing on his thin lips.
Ouch #2
I watch him pull the trigger and i close my eyes waiting for the pain, feeling my heart about to fly out my mouth.
Huh so these how i'm gonna die, pitifull.
When the pain didn't come i slowly open my eyes and to my surprise Cyrus was gone.
I was about to let out a relief breath but it got stunk in my throat when i felt a prescene behind me.
"Why do you always let your guard down?" His hot breath fanned my neck and i shiver holding back a scream.
"Pathetic"
Then i felt a sharp pain on my head, red liquid slowing dripping down my forehead.
I collasped on the floor, black dots appearing in my vision, i heard ringings in my ears which annoyed me.
"C'mon Orla let's go"
I watched with blurred vision as they walked away before everything went blank.
A/N
Cyrus- Black
Orla- White
She's the Emo chick with purple hair and tatoos
