The Hidden Hero

A Peculiar Shootout

Third Person P.O.V.

The air was somewhat muggy as the hooded figure made it's way to the dumpy apartment building. Loud music shook the dump as it climbed up the fire escape. People could be heard from inside, laughing and partying it up. This would make his job much more simple, he was certain every person in there was either drunk or high out of their minds.

He slipped through the window into the hallway where most of the commotion seemed to be coming from. A love-sick couple where heavly making out in the hallway, paying no attention to the man's strange entrance. Another guy was sitting on the yellow carpet, which at one point, was white. He had a loose grip on a paper bag, which no doubt had some type of booze in it. The drunk sat propped up against the wall, which was smeared with only God knows what. A man stood guard outside the room where the party was, he approached the bouncer.

The bouncer looked up at the man, as he slipped a few hundreds out of the hoodie pocket. The man took it and stepped to the side as he counted up the bills. Inside, it was somewhat dark, the only thing giving light was a strobe light revealing all of the dancing bodies squished together in the living room. It smelled like sweat, beer, and drugs. There was a door towards the back of the crowded room, just what the man was looking for.

He pushed his way through the crowd, not bothering to be careful. After a few pushes and shoves, the cold door knob was in his grasp. It was unlocked so he simply walked in and closed the door behind him. As soon as the door was closed, guns were pushed to his back. This made him smile, these people had no idea of what he was capable of.

He put his hands up in surrender as he slowly turned around. There was a couch in the middle of the room and a flat screen TV. Drugs, money, and weapons were sprawled across the glass coffee table. And the man he was looking for was there on the couch with a lazy smile on his face, girls hung off his arms, giggling and drunk.

"Ahh Nico, you found me at last.", said the man, "Took you long enough."

"All I want is my share of the last job David, gimme that and I'll be out of your hair.", said Nicholas, not in the slightest scared of David.

"You were late with the delivery as usual Nico, I told you what would happen last time you were late. Do I need to remind you of that discussion?", David said darkly as he began cleaning off one of the pistols on the table. He was trying to be intimidating, and it might've worked if Nicholas wasn't what he was now.

"Look David you either give me my damn money or I'm going to have to kill you and take over your job. It's your choice, but I'm not gunna leave here without my payment so what's it gunna be?", Nicholas said and the noses of the guns were pushed into his sides.

"My, my, when did you grow a pair? Do you think you're just gunna walk into my home, in front of my people, and disrespect me like you just did? Now I'll give you the benefit of the doubt Nicky, maybe you got a damn concussion or something, how the hell should I know, but I suggest you should rethink what you just said to me.", David said, his brown eyes turning cold giving him the look of the real mobster he was. He was wearing a wife-beater, black slacks, loafers, and his dark hair was slicked back.

"Just give me my share David, that's all I want.", Nicholas said, not in the least scared. The wall vibrated with music, no one would be able to hear what was going on.

David stood and let out a dark chuckle before sending a bone-crunching left hook into Nick's jaw. Nick roared but the guns shoved into his side reminded him that he couldn't go very far.

"You had your chance, you should've listened. Take care of him.", he said before turning his back on Nicholas, making a bad mistake.

The guns in his sides were moved up to his head and the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. A sick smile broke out onto Nicholas' face, the men cocked there guns. At the last possible moment, Nick ducked and the men shot each other. Two bodies hit the floor causing David to turn around and find the nozzle of the pistol in his face. The girls screamed and ran out of the room, Nick let them, they weren't important.

"Where is it?", Nick demanded, David's eyes bulged out his head for a split second before he regained composure.

"You think that you're going to get away with this?! I'll have every one of my men hunting you down! You are goi-"

"The damn money! Where the hell is it? Do you think I'm scared of your pathetic ass? I have the gun David, give me my fucking money!", Nick spat, cutting him off.

"Over there.", David said pointing to the couch nearest to the wall.

"Turn around.", Nick said as he motioned his gun. He then pressed his gun into David's back.

"You're going to get it for me, move.", he pushed the gun and David began to walk towards the coffee colored couch.

"It's behind the couch.", David said turning his head to look back.

"Get it.", was all Nick said.

David stepped onto the couch and leaned over, slipping his hand in the space between the couch and the wall. Then snatched out a gun and fired on Nicholas, shooting him 5 times in his torso. Nick staggered back and collasped on the floor, the unfired gun still in his hand. David let out a dark humourless laugh. Nick layed there, choking on the blood pooling in his throat and David crouched over him.

"You are one stupid bastard, you know that? Honestly, Nicholas I thought you were smarter than that, guess I over-estimated you. And that's funny because I thought you couldn't get any dumber. But now here we are...", he said with a sick cheshire cat smile.

Suddenly Nicholas smiled, he spat the blood out and smiled at David. Red stained his teeth and David's face froze in a stony expression.

"Oh it's not over yet.", Nick said, he snatched the gun and tightened his grip on the one in his possesion. He then shot David, who slumped and fell over. Nick sat up and grunted.

"I warned you ya son of a bitch.", Nick grumbled before examining his wounds. He could feel the bullets pushing themselves out of his chest.

He groaned and pulled his bloodied pull over and black t-shirt over his head. There was no doubt in his mind that those bullets would've killed him had he been any other guy. The wounds were stitching themselves up as bullets fell out and clattered on the bloodied floor. He cracked his neck then began raiding the room, after he found what he was looking for under the floor boards Nick made his way to find his true target. After a few more stops of course.