Captive By Captivation - VegasPete

Chapter 2 - Truth And Lies

"You're here to kill me anyways, right?" Pete whispered as he observed Vegas' micro-expression of shock. "I'm on the run from lots of people. Lots of scary people." He continued leaning back towards the wall, turning his face from Vegas to face forwards. "It was only a matter of time before one of them sent someone to kill me. I won't even ask who it was." He sighed, placing his cigarette back between his lips.

Vegas was stunned, how and when could he have found out. He leant back on the wall as well but continued to face Pete. 'How must he think of me.' 'Does he hate me?' questions like this swamped Vegas' mind.

"Your probably wondering how I figured it out." Pete said interrupting Vegas' thoughts. "Came out here and saw a text from my ex-co-worker warning me that he had heard some of the customers saying they had sent someone to eliminate me tonight." Vegas just stared at Pete's face silently. "That's you who they were referring to, am I wrong?" Vegas didn't respond but instead posed another question.

"Why would you kiss me?" Pete sighed once again under his breath. "I thought to myself 'if I'm going to die tonight, there's nothing to lose'." Vegas turned away from Pete and closed his eyes, resting his head on the brick. Pete looked back at Vegas who had a melancholy expression which confused him. He racked his brain for any reason this cold-blooded hitman would be sad. "You're a good guy Pete." Vegas' words threw him off. Did he misheard? Why would he say something like that?

The rain began to pour down for a second time, distracting Pete for a moment. "We should head ba-" He looked up to see that the man beside him had vanished.

He walked out the ally, covering his hair with his hands to protect it from the rain. Pete looked up and down the quiet street trying his best to locate Vegas, to no avail.

He walked back to the entrance of the bar, looking frantically from side to side across the room. After a minute, he walked further inside and sat back down in the same spot. He sat there for at least an hour without moving just staring at the door.

The truth was that while they had been talking Pete opened up to Vegas about so many things he was even scared to admit to himself previously. Vegas had this affect on him that made him feel comfortable and unjudged. He liked that feeling. When he had gotten the text, it had taken him a moment before putting the pieces together. His heart sank in his chest as he realised who the mysterious man he had felt such a strong connection with was.

After finding out the news, he called his grandmother in hope of saying his last goodbye. After the call had ended, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore. He broke down into uncontrollable sobs. His heart ached in his chest, so much he grabbed and twisted his shirt out of anger and despair.

Pete stayed in that bar the entire night, hoping for Vegas to walk back in and tell him he was wrong about everything. But he never did, and Pete woke up the next morning asleep on the bar.

The bartender walked up to him.
"I didn't want to wake you. You seemed quite distraught last night so I decided to let you sleep." Pete still coming to his senses, asked him
"The man I was with last night, did he come back after I fell asleep?" He knew the answer already he just needed confirmation.
"No he didn't, I'm sorry" the bartender replied. Pete smiled in gratitude but was clearly unhappy about his words.

"Thank you for your kindness. What's your name by the way?" He asked
"It's Porsche, and yours?"
"Pete." They both answered smiling.
After talking for a little they parted ways and Pete walked back to his apartment.

The apartment was under Pete's friend's name but he still paid the rent for it. The precaution was made so he couldn't be tracked there by anyone he didn't want to find him. The room itself was small, he couldn't afford much since he quit his job but he had some funds kept in case a situation like this arose.

He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. His mind wandered to Vegas and how he was still alive. Wasn't he supposed to be dead by now?

After laying down for a while he fell asleep, his lack of rest, both mental and physical had drained him completely.