Remember Who I Am

Chapter XXIII

December 25, 2023

2:05 PM

Manhattan, New York City, New York

Xavier walked out of a detention center in Manhattan. Dorian had just kept him overnight and tried to pass it off as a DUI, which, even though he was a smart-talker, was a very hard sell for a man in a suit, covered with cuts. But, because he had swore on an oath, Dorian had forced them to believe. Xavier now had a court date on the very early date of the 27th since Dorian had to bend the truth of his lie, basically stating that he got into a car crash that was his fault. He had to go under the name 'Brenden Huddleson'.

A real man named Brenden Huddleson had served 6 years and he tried to pass Xavier off as that man. Xavier walked through the streets of Manhattan at this moment. He walked as fast as he could through the streets, since he didn't want to get recognized in public. He wore a non-zipped up jacket and, under it, a black t-shirt. He also wore black work pants and carried a bag that contained his weapons and his suit.

He walked past a couple of people, and, in central park, there was a rally, apparently focused around Christmas. Earlier, Dorian and he drove by a gigantic Snoopy the Dog balloon, so he figured that they were just big Christmas-heads. Xavier, deep down, was too, but he couldn't celebrate it. Rich had ruined his life, which was the whole reason why he was in Manhattan.

As Xavier walked through the streets, something slammed into Xavier's legs. He then went onto something that felt like a car's hood. Because it was. Xavier flew over the car that had just collided with him, rolling on it and crashing onto the concrete. He heard the car drift and felt smoke hit his aching body as he grunted. He attempted to get up. Someone got out of the car. Another one did, too.

"Get the fuck up." One said as he stepped out.

Xavier looked up as he saw a man and a woman walk up towards him, both carried guns, both were Colt Single Action Armies. The man's face looked heavily bandaged, as if it hid disfigurement. They both pulled back the hammers.

"Get the hell--"

Xavier swung his bag into the man's face.

"Delmar!" The woman yelled.

She pointed her gun at Xavier. Delmar fell to the ground.

"Delmar... where have I--"

Xavier tried to speak to himself as he recollected everything that had just happened, but the woman pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Xavier held his bag at his chest. A gigantic hole blew through the bag and Xavier fell back. It was the bulletproof suit that helped him.

"Motherfucker!" The woman yelled.

Xavier then chucked the bag at her arms. She got frightened. The bag had landed at the barrel of her gun, which made her arm fling back, and as that happened, she fired.

BANG!

The woman fell to the floor and Xavier looked up. She shot her own ear off. She wasn't dead, just unconscious. Delmar had finally gotten up and was now filled with rage. Delmar tackled him. Xavier tried to reach for his bag, but to no avail.

"You wanna ask why you heard my name before!? Rich!" Delmar yelled.

Xavier realized. Rich had told him about a Delmar Whitemoore and how they had blown his head off. They had just shot him in the face and thought he was dead. Pretty unprofessional for a mafia, Xavier thought. Xavier was desperate for some higher power of sorts to save him. Then, before he knew it, 2 men had tackled Delmar to the ground.

"Hands behind your back!" One yelled.

BANG!

A violent scream occurred.

BANG!

This time, no scream, just the same scream from before. Xavier had jumped up and saw two police officers dead on the floor, one shot in the chest and one shot in the head. Xavier reached for his bag and successfully grabbed it. Delmar looked up and saw Xavier with his arm deep inside the bag.

BANG!

Delmar got hit with a piercing pain and he fell back. Xavier used the gun. A gigantic hole was created in the bag. Xavier shot him in the shoulder. Xavier pulled the trigger again. No ammo. Delmar looked up and saw Xavier jump at him. Xavier slipped a baton out of one of the officers' waist bands.

"You motherfucker!" Xavier yelled.

He held the baton against Delmar's neck as he grunted and groaned. He could feel the concrete. Without warning, Xavier violently tilted it to the left. His neck cracked. Xavier stood and saw how badly his neck was broken.

Xavier walked up to the lady who was on the ground as she slowly gained consciousness. Xavier pulled a FN FNP-9 from one of the dead officer's waist bands. The lady started to crawl and try to escape. Xavier was much faster.

"Sorry." He muttered.

He pulled the gun up.

BANG!

It was cold, but it had to be done. There were people recording and Xavier could imagine the headlines; Rogue Rescuer in Action?

Dorian hadn't been a snitch enough to leak his findings to the public, but he sure as hell considered his case done with.

* * *

Clover sat in the shower, it was a long day of travel for her. Cancelled flights caused her to leave a little too early, and then she had to stay in a hotel in Pennsylvania. It was now about 7 PM. She didn't even want to wash off, she just wanted to relax. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to calm herself. She was extremely paranoid and had a gun in her robe, it was a different gun, a Makarov PM.

But Clover, not having had the privilege to clean herself in a long time, thought that she should just take a shower to actually clean herself. She grabbed a soap bar and just started to scrub. She didn't care where she did it, she just did. She was almost unhinged-like. After she got done with this, she crouched down to grab everything else she needed. She managed to do everything before she heard a noise.

It sounded like the door being quietly closed. Clover reached for the gun and aimed it out of the shower curtain. She used her forearm to cover herself. She turned off the shower. She grabbed the robe, but it slipped out of her hand, it made too much noise. She decided to just use the towel next to her. She wrapped it around herself to cover up her indecency. She got out of the shower, attempting to silence her footsteps. She walked up to the door frame. She turned the left but then felt herself getting grabbed, a hand covering her mouth. She started to grunt.

"It's me... shh... it's me." The man said.

It was Xavier. He held a gun and now wore his suit.

"Fuck, Xavier!" Clover whispered loudly.

"Sorry, we need to leave, now!" Xavier responded, quietly but aggressively.

"Let me fucking dress! I can't fight or drive when I'm in fucking nothing!"

"I did the prison job and killed Evan. And 2 men. I met a detective, we have police ties now. But I'm... injured... maybe."

"Jesus fuck... so Rich hates you now!?"

"Yeah... but... you kno--"

"God, let me put on some lipstick before you decide to fuck me again, Xavier! At least like... I don't know... tell me!?"

"That was our whole go--"

"Just shut up, okay!?"

Clover stormed off into the bedroom. Xavier sighed before he stood by the apartment door, paranoid. He had his gun ready, it was fully loaded now. Clover came out in a shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket, like usual. She wore her kevlar.

"Are you good?" Xavier asked.

"Yeah, I guess." Clover said.